Looking away isn’t an option. I can’t, and yet seeing her hair come loose as she bobs her head, willing and beautiful andminedrives my orgasm forward with embarrassing speed.
“I’m going to come in your mouth.” I don’t know if it’s for her information to prepare her, or a promise.
She makes a sound of assent.
It’s ecstasy as I come in long reams, pulsing, and I hold her gaze.
“Swallow.” The demand is there before I can think that it’s not within the rules I set.
And she does.
Her throat bobs as she accepts my come, her cheeks bulged with it. Then she raises her head and a line of spit dribbles down her chin. She’s ruined. Perfectly, sweetly, used.
I reach down, grab her under the armpits and pull her up into my arms. Fuck my rule. She started it, and I’m going to make her come too. I need to. Settling her on my lap, I run a possessive hand over her arse, squeezing.
“Are you happy now I’m destroyed, moya koshechka?” I slide my hand down her wet belly and into her bikini.
“Yes.” She grins wider, and her joy is so infectious that even I catch it as I sink my fingers between her folds and find her heated and slippery. Not water, here. No. That’s arousal. Giving me a blow job has made my girl horny. And I suppose this episode has made me weak, because at the feel of her wet for me, my cheeks crease with a smile.
“Oh!” Grasping my thigh, she blinks with surprise, then gasps as I push one finger into her tight, slick heat. “Wow!”
“Everything alright?” I smirk as I rub my thumb over her clit. She’s so responsive. She’s soaked my fingers with her juices, and I’d lick her if I didn’t want so much to see her face close to me as she comes.
“I joked to myself,” she breaks off to moan as I begin to fuck her with that one finger, finding the right place on her inner wall and stroking that and her clit together. Her breathing goes ragged, and she squirms. “It would take an earthquake to make you smile.”
The laugh is out of me before I can stop it, and she whimpers, flitting her gaze over my face.
“It did,” I tell her softly as she shakes in my arms. “You’re a force of nature. You’re more powerful than you’ll ever know.”
And then I watch her face with the same satisfied smile, as I hold her on my lap and make her come all over my fingers.
She collapses onto my chest as she orgasms, and I nuzzle her dark hair and feel her pulse against my hand. She’s sated and rests for a long moment.
“Oh my god, that was amazing.” Lifting her head, she meets my eyes. “Though I meant for that to be foryou. To say thank you for everything.”
The chill of the night air finally cuts into me.
“You’ve been so kind,” she continues, and that radiant smile is now shadowed. “I wanted to give you back a small part of what you gave me before I leave tomorrow.”
“No need for that,” I reply, my voice like a boulder rolling over my brittle hopes that she would come to care for me.
Obviously not.
Tomorrow she’s going to discover that I won’t let her go.
I have no intention of letting her leave, but it’s better not to panic her yet. She’s young and beautiful and innocent. I’m old and grumpy and savage. After her exams, the excuse can be the leader of the Italian mafia, who I haven’t found yet. After that, I’ll… I’m not sure yet. I’ll set fire to her apartment if that’s what it takes to have five more minutes with her with me.
“But it was,” she insists. “And now I’m in your debt again.”
She only gave me that magical closeness to her as a goodbye gift. As a fuckingthank-you.
“Not at all,” I reply tightly. “And we’ll discuss all that after your exam.” Holding her to me, I stand and carry her over to where I left the towels, and dry her off carefully.
I don’t want her gratitude, hot though that blow job was. Neither do I want to take her by force, hot though that game would be.
I want her to love me.
My plan is in shambles. She won’t let me spoil her as she deserves, I still haven’t found the svolach who hurt her, and theclock is running down. I’m not ready to admit that tomorrow she’ll only be here because I’ll be forcing her to be.
