Page 78 of Cashmere Cruelty
I can tell that’s exactly what he wants.
Ego—that’s what it comes down to again. Which one of us is the most stubborn? Which one of us can endure the longest, resist temptation to gain the upper hand?
Right now, it’s sure as hell not me.
“Please,” I break, too far gone for pride. “Please, I can’t take it anymore, I need?—”
His eyes darken. I can see his pupils blow wide, eating away at the blue like dark water chipping at ice. Slowly, slowly?—
“Ah—!” I cry out, fisting the pillows by my head as Matvey finally,finallyslides home inside me.
He leans over me, blocking out the light. “Hold fast,kalina” is all the warning he gives me before he starts pounding in earnest.
He pulls nearly all the way out. I can feel every inch of him sliding away, the friction almost too hard to bear. Reflexively, I clench my thighs around him, locking my ankles at the small of his back to prevent him from leaving, leaving me empty and aching and?—
And then he slams back in, giving me no room to breathe.
“Matvey!” I call uselessly, too lost in the pleasure to care. “Matvey,” I moan, over and over again as he fucks me into the ottoman without a care for my life.
That’s not entirely true, a lucid part of me whispers, small as it is. I can tell, despite everything, that he’s holding back; that, if it weren’t for the baby, he’d be rearranging my insides mercilessly.
I don’t know how I could’ve taken that. As it stands, I can barely take this: this reckless rhythm of push and pull, driving me damn near crazy.
Matvey doesn’t stop. He fucks me exactly the way I asked him to, hard and fast and deep, grinding his cock into that one spot that always brings me to tears. I can feel my orgasm building up again, thrust after thrust, as if I didn’t come hard enough to cry just a few short minutes ago.
“Come for me,” he growls as if reading my mind, hips stuttering against mine. “Come for me, April. Show me those noises you make.”
Mindlessly, I do.
I throw my head back against the pillows and cry out, wracked with pleasure for the second time tonight. It’s even more intensethan the first. Matvey’s cock keeps hitting that spot over and over, choking me to tears as I come helplessly. I shake and shake, and I’m still shaking by the time I feel him grunt, push himself flush against me, and fill me all the way up.
Put a baby in me, I think incoherently, my already pregnant belly jutting out between us.Put another one inside.
Dazed, I let myself fall down from the high.
We catch our breath against each other, lips just shy of kissing. I realize that Matvey hasn’t pulled off a single article of clothing. He’s looming over me in perfect elegance, if a bit disheveled.
Good, I think with satisfaction.So the ice man can melt, too.
AndI’mthe one who did it.
He pulls out slowly, carefully. I whine at the feeling, keeping him in place by his tie. “No,” I moan.
“No?”
“No.” I feel childish, but I don’t have the energy to care. “Stay.”
At that, Matvey goes oddly rigid. It takes me a moment to fully realize what I’ve said, the staggering implications of it.
Way to fuck this up, Flowers.
He sits up. So do I. The pocket square’s still there, tucked neatly into Matvey’s jacket.
“I have to go,” he says, tone guarded.
“Yeah. Right.” I fix my hair as I tuck my legs behind me. My now very useless legs, if the way they’re trembling is any indication.“Yeah, of course. Me, too. It’s late. Weeknight, you know. Gotta… gotta rest up for work.”
We part like that, me mermaid-posing on the ottoman and him fidgeting with everything his hands can find: cufflinks, collar, buttons.