I can feel the outline of her calf against my cock, the heat of her skin seeping into mine. If she were anyone else, I’d haveflipped her over and fucked her hard into the mattress by now.
Patience.I remind myself that I’m not done showing her how good it can feel. I promised her she’d want everything we do. It’s a promise I intend to keep.
When my fingers slip under her panties, Sima gasps. “Oh. That’s…”
Her sentence remains unfinished.
But I know exactly what she means. I find her absolutely drenched for me. Wet, warm, wanting. When I start rubbing circles into her clit, her hips twitch towards my hand, seekingmore.
“Petyr,” she moans. “Oh, God. Just like that.”
Desire hits me like a freight train. I’ve had plenty of sex before, but somehow, none of it ever felt likethis.
Addicting. Dangerous.
I’m already getting greedy.
I slip one finger inside. Start pumping in and out as I keep my mouth busy with Sima’s breasts, now bruised pink. She’s so damn tight and hot I almost lose it.
“Blyat’.” I grab a fistful of her with my free hand. “So fucking tight. Squeezing me already.” I add a second finger, feel her resistance melt away like candle wax. “Want me that bad, huh?”
“I—ahh…!” Sima gasps when I pick up the pace. “I want… I—Ineed…”
“I know what you need,lisichka,” I whisper into her ear,rising so that we’re face-to-face again. “Patience. You’ll get it.”
But only when I say so.
I curl my fingers into the spot that has her moaning the loudest. It works—soon, Sima’s bucking into my touch, canting her hips to meet the rhythm of my hand.
Without realizing it, I start rolling my hips against hers. My cock keeps brushing against her clothed pussy, driving me fucking crazy.
I add a third finger. I stop being so gentle. Sima clutches my back so hard I wonder if she’s leaving bruises, tiny half-moons everywhere between my shoulder blades.
The thought makes me harder than it has any right to.
Soon, Sima starts trembling. A full-body shudder, starting up at her toes and curling up, up,up.“Petyr,” she gasps, completely lost, “I—oh, God, I think I’m gonna?—”
“Come,” I rasp. “Come for me, little fox. Let me hear you break.”
With one last pump, she does.
Her walls spasm around me. I can feel the first wave of her orgasm suck my fingers inside, trapping them so deep I can’t help imagining my cock in their place. How good it would feel to have this tight little pussy squeeze me dry where it matters.
“That’s it,” I tell her, peppering kisses around her mouth. “That’s it, baby. So good. So fucking pretty when you come.”
She whimpers in response, like she’s dying of both pleasure and embarrassment. But her hips keep rolling against mine,hungry, starving, and I’m not devil enough to leave her empty. Not until she’s completely satisfied.
Finally, after what feels like ages, she sags back into the mattress. Flushed, panting, a fucking masterpiece. “Oh, God. That was…”
“Fast?” I tease.
“Shut up,” she grumbles, hitting me without feeling. “I couldn’t help it. It was the first time anyone… you know…”
I frown. “No, I do not.”
She blushes furiously, brow knitting like I’mtryingto offend her. “C’mon. I mean, I’d done it myself, but no one else had ever, like… touched me there.” She turns away, blush deepening. “Is that explicit enough for you?”
My brain splits in two. One half—the half currently loaning all its blood supply to my crotch—is already picturing the scene she just painted for me. Sima’s dainty fingers, slipping shyly into her panties. Sima’s hand around a toy, slipping the silicone head inside her tight pussy.
