Crash into Me: A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance by Cristina Grenier
Authors: Cristina Grenier
Tags: bwwm interracial romance
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what you’re talking about,” Emma replied, trying to look innocent.
Alexei snorted and lowered his mouth more, finding all those sensitive places on her neck with his lips and teeth, drawing little sounds from her all the while. Already she was raring to go again, and she could feel how hard he was against her.
“You want me,” she breathed, partly to tease him, partly because she was still wrapping her head around it. Here was a man who could have arguably whoever he wanted and was probably used to getting it, and he was choosing her. He had chosen her even after she’d turned him down, and she didn’t understand it.
Maybe she was just one in a long line of flings for him.
Maybe he had just wanted to wear her down so he could say that he really could have anyone he wanted.
Whatever the reason, for the moment, she didn’t care. When he shifted their positions so that he could push into her wanting body, she gasped out loud. He felt so good pushing inch by slow inch into her body, and she arched and writhed under him, still held down by his hands in hers.
He swore under his breath in what was probably Russian, breathing hard as he seated himself within her, curls hanging around his face as he looked down at her.
She looked right back up at him, watching the pleasure flicker through his eyes as he worked his hips in small circles, clearly trying to hold still so as not to overwhelm her.
“Alright?” he asked, breathless.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Move. C’mon, give it to me.”
That was clearly all the urging he needed. He pulled back so that his cock slid almost all the way out of her and then pushed in, not hard, but deep, making sure that she felt every bit of it as he moved.
Emma made a broken sound, pleasure reigniting in her as her toes curled. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, using the leverage to grind her hips down and meet him in the middle.
Judging from the sound he made, he liked that, and that was how they set their pace. He pulled out and pushed in, and she worked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust each time. The sound of their skin slapping together and meeting rang out in the spacious bedroom, and their harsh breathing and soft sounds blended together, amping up in both frequency and loudness as each of them got closer to finding their completion in the other.
Emma held Alexei’s hands so hard she could feel her bones creaking as she spiraled higher and higher until all that pleasure snapped and she was falling apart right then and there, sensation rushing through her so fast that it took her breath away.
Swear words and moans dropped from Alexei’s mouth as he kept thrusting, kept working his hips faster and harder until he was slamming in and shuddering hard, clearly finding his own release.
When they were both sated, they lay there. Alexei rolled them over so that Emma’s head was cradled between his neck and shoulder, and neither of them said a word.
What was there to say, anyway? It was uncharacteristic of them to be silent around each other, but what they had just done spoke volumes, and Emma, for her part, was too heavy and dazed with pleasure to over think it just then.
Chapter 8: Things Get Messy
On Sunday morning, Alexei woke from a dream he couldn’t remember to a room that definitely wasn’t his. He yawned and let his hand slide against the soft skin it was touching, smiling and pressing a kiss to the dark shoulder that was uncovered by the blanket.
They were at Emma’s house, where they had relocated after spending basically all of Saturday morning and afternoon at his apartment.
If these weekends full of sex and teasing and food were going to become a habit, Alexei was certainly going to let them. It wasn’t the way he usually did things at all, since the way he usually did things involved hookers or women that he kicked out the next morning, but Emma was different for some reason. She was someone who made him want
Alexei snorted and lowered his mouth more, finding all those sensitive places on her neck with his lips and teeth, drawing little sounds from her all the while. Already she was raring to go again, and she could feel how hard he was against her.
“You want me,” she breathed, partly to tease him, partly because she was still wrapping her head around it. Here was a man who could have arguably whoever he wanted and was probably used to getting it, and he was choosing her. He had chosen her even after she’d turned him down, and she didn’t understand it.
Maybe she was just one in a long line of flings for him.
Maybe he had just wanted to wear her down so he could say that he really could have anyone he wanted.
Whatever the reason, for the moment, she didn’t care. When he shifted their positions so that he could push into her wanting body, she gasped out loud. He felt so good pushing inch by slow inch into her body, and she arched and writhed under him, still held down by his hands in hers.
He swore under his breath in what was probably Russian, breathing hard as he seated himself within her, curls hanging around his face as he looked down at her.
She looked right back up at him, watching the pleasure flicker through his eyes as he worked his hips in small circles, clearly trying to hold still so as not to overwhelm her.
“Alright?” he asked, breathless.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Move. C’mon, give it to me.”
That was clearly all the urging he needed. He pulled back so that his cock slid almost all the way out of her and then pushed in, not hard, but deep, making sure that she felt every bit of it as he moved.
Emma made a broken sound, pleasure reigniting in her as her toes curled. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, using the leverage to grind her hips down and meet him in the middle.
Judging from the sound he made, he liked that, and that was how they set their pace. He pulled out and pushed in, and she worked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust each time. The sound of their skin slapping together and meeting rang out in the spacious bedroom, and their harsh breathing and soft sounds blended together, amping up in both frequency and loudness as each of them got closer to finding their completion in the other.
Emma held Alexei’s hands so hard she could feel her bones creaking as she spiraled higher and higher until all that pleasure snapped and she was falling apart right then and there, sensation rushing through her so fast that it took her breath away.
Swear words and moans dropped from Alexei’s mouth as he kept thrusting, kept working his hips faster and harder until he was slamming in and shuddering hard, clearly finding his own release.
When they were both sated, they lay there. Alexei rolled them over so that Emma’s head was cradled between his neck and shoulder, and neither of them said a word.
What was there to say, anyway? It was uncharacteristic of them to be silent around each other, but what they had just done spoke volumes, and Emma, for her part, was too heavy and dazed with pleasure to over think it just then.
Chapter 8: Things Get Messy
On Sunday morning, Alexei woke from a dream he couldn’t remember to a room that definitely wasn’t his. He yawned and let his hand slide against the soft skin it was touching, smiling and pressing a kiss to the dark shoulder that was uncovered by the blanket.
They were at Emma’s house, where they had relocated after spending basically all of Saturday morning and afternoon at his apartment.
If these weekends full of sex and teasing and food were going to become a habit, Alexei was certainly going to let them. It wasn’t the way he usually did things at all, since the way he usually did things involved hookers or women that he kicked out the next morning, but Emma was different for some reason. She was someone who made him want
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