Chapter 13

It’s early morning and a fresh coat of snow has blanketed the city. Light filters in through the slats in the blinds. Yulia has just finished with her bath and is lying on the bed on her side. Her skin is cool and still a little damp. Curtis is behind her, rubbing her neck and shoulders. She can feel him pressed up against her completely. Yulia’s thighs are squeezed gently around his mostly erect prick. It is a nice feeling—one that makes her believe, for just a little bit, that they do not belong to this world.

She smiles to herself and purrs. Then she pushes just a little more firmly back and down. Feeling the man beginning to stir more—harden more—she purrs a little louder. Another squeeze of her thighs, but this time it is not so gently. Yulia feels his heartbeat through his cock resonate in her clit as he hardens fully against her. His stiff flesh slips between her folds, molding to her body.

Yulia is now a fugitive. Curtis got the call last night about the homeless man being found dead with her fingerprints all over the place. It’s strange how her home country turned over everything about her so quickly—at least the parts Russia didn’t care about keeping secret. Curtis lied and said he was still looking for her. It has bought them time and they have made plans. Right now though, they have time.

She begins moving, slowly back and forth. Curtis’ hands stop what they are doing, the distraction far better something to concentrate on. Yulia is moving slow and deliberate, making him wet right along with her. She slides along his length, hugging him tightly against her. A tiny, barely audible moan escapes her lips. She feels his hands slide down her back and onto her hips. They rest there for just a moment as Curtis shifts to press his chest tightly against her back. He breathes in deeply and groans low, almost like a growl. Then his hands are tightening, grasping her hips with all his strength to press in hard and pull her down forcibly against him.

Yulia looks down to see the tip of his prick between her legs. It is wet from her. It is swollen as it throbs. His skin is stretched so tautly that it gleams. She pushes forward enough to hold it firmly against her swollen clit as she rocks back and forth. The motion brings another low guttural growl from the man. With her eyes closed, she envisions what his cock looks like now as it rubs back and forth against her clit, between her folds, getting wet and throbbing in perfect time to the pulse between her legs. And that pulse is getter faster and faster. Yulia’s breathing begins to match it too. It is heavier and more urgent and in perfect sync with her rocking.

Curtis slides against her, aching to bend and push into the woman. He doesn’t just want to jump right into it, but while they have some degree of time, they don’t have forever. So his hands suddenly push in against her hips and he takes them firmly in his grasp. He lifts her forward and up in one swift, powerful motion. Just as swiftly the man brings her back down ... hard. He pulls her down onto his fully erect and steely piece of man meat.

Yulia is held her, her body shuddering and reeling from the sudden impaling thrust. But she likes it rough. Curtis moves his hands, sliding his arms through on each side of her until they come to rest on each of her shoulders. He grabs onto her roughly and bucks his hips up violently while pulling her down onto him. Yulia begins to move up and nearly off with each upward push of his hips. And each movement forward only brings her back down quickly by his hands. The heaviness of his hands makes her slam onto him and him into her.

Yulia feels his teeth graze the back of her neck. She hears a low biting growl. She feels his thrusts becoming more rhythmic, deliberate, deeper, longer ... this is what she has missed. This is what she has only found in one other. But was that all just a fantasy, a dream? Was any of it even real? Yulia doesn’t know what reality is anymore, except for this. This right here with Curtis is real, and it is something she has sought without knowing that she was seeking it. She reaches down between her legs to grab the man firmly by the balls. Pulling them upward suddenly, she feels them in her hand. She feels the pressure building within, sensing his urgency.