The jeans are next. She steps out of them slowly, peeling them off and folding them neatly on the couch.
“Better?” she asks with a cheeky grin, standing there in nothing but her underwear.
I grip the armrests, hard. “Come here,” I order.
She doesn’t make me say it twice.
She walks over, hips swaying just enough to make it impossible to look anywhere else. By the time she stops between my knees, I’m already hard.
My blood is pumping now. There’s no going back to pretending her presence doesn’t make me want to do unspeakable things to her every second that we’re together.
I tap the floor with the tip of my foot. “Kneel.”
Her cheeks flush that delicious shade as she lowers herself between my thighs.
Sima’s eyes flick up to mine. “I’ve, um… never done this before.”
“Then I’ll just have to teach you.”
I place her hand on my belt. My cock is straining in my pants, a very visible tent between us, but she doesn’t let herself be distracted. I can tell she wants to palm at it, touch it, work her mouth over the fabric and see how that feels.
“Undo the belt.”
She gulps, then does as I said. Slowly, her delicate fingers work my belt loose. She pulls it slithering out of my pant loops and drops it to the floor.
“Keep going,” I tell her.
The zipper comes next. The sound cuts through the quiet room, sending anticipation through my veins.
Her fingertips brush me over the fabric of my boxers, tentative, and I feel my jaw tighten.
She glances up at me. “Can I…?”
I give her a curt, commanding nod.
When Sima finally pulls my cock out, the look of surprise on her face is breathtaking. She must not have gotten a close look last night, and now, she’s enjoying the view from as close as it gets. She’s gorgeous from this angle—hair mussed, lips parted and shiny—so fucking inviting I have to stop myself from pushing her down to the floor and fucking her right here and now.
My nails dig halfmoons into the leather armrest. “Touch it.”
Sima’s eyes go dark and hooded. Her delicate hand wraps around me, though not fully. “Like this?” she asks.
“Tighter,” I tell her. “Use your other hand here.” I guide it down to cup my balls, show her exactly what pressure I like.
Her gaze locks with mine as she starts to pump my cock, watching for my reaction. I don’t betray much—I never do—but fuck it, if it doesn’t feel incredible. Somehow, her inexperience is hotter than anything.
“I think I want to…” She wets her lips.
My hand curls at the back of her head. “Then do it.”
Her first lick is tentative, kitten-like. She tastes the tip and makes a face like she’s trying to decide whether she hates it or loves it. “It’s salty,” she murmurs.
“That’s all you.” I push her head closer. “Look what you did to me.”
She bites back a moan. “Petyr…”
“Suck it,” I command.
She opens her mouth and takes me inside.
