I pulled myself away from his mouth, from his body, straightening and standing on my knees again with my hands cradling his jaw. He stared up at me, his hands clutching my hips under my skirt like he was holding me from tearing myself away from him.
“Don’t stop,” I told him, my voice a breathless whimper as I searched his eyes because I was afraid he’d pull away, that he would reject me, too, that there was something so wrong with me.“Yes.”
He slipped one hand from under my skirt and reached up to the back of my head, dragging me down to kiss him again. He plundered my lips, my mouth, holding me and bending my neck to kiss me deeper and harder with his fist in my hair.
His other hand slipped around my leg and touched me between my thighs, first a quick stroke, thenmore.
“Tell me yes for this,” he whispered, his thumb massaging through my panties. A tremor of bliss passed through me with every stroke.
“Yes,”I whispered, tears burning in my eyes. My voice cracked. “Please, yes.Please. Anything, please.”
His body was taut, vibrating steel. “Oh, God. When youbeg?—”
His fingers dipped inside the leg of my panties, slipping against my skin, the first time anyone had ever touched me there at all, and now he was skin-to-skin, even that little bit.
So much,almosttoomuch, pleasure whirled faster, and I whimpered, biting my lip.Why hadn’t I chosen this?
Because I hadn’tknown.
His strangled voice whispered in my ear. “You’re wet. You’re so wet. Fuck, that’shot.”
Then he was stroking me over my clit, through my folds,every slick massaging stroke heaven, and yet I wasneeding,absolutely desperate formore.
Pressure at my entrance, his hand, one fingertip curling, pressing just barely inside me.
My whole body went rigid with that tiny intrusion, so much vulnerability like he might tear me apart, and yet the tightening pleasure threatened to crush me. My fists curled on the fine fabric of his suit jacket, wringing the dry cloth, hanging on as my forearms cramped like the fabric was a rope and I might fly away or, worse, I might push myself back and out of his arms.
Nicolai’s fist still tangled in my hair, and he angled my head back to his mouth and kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, pinning me between his tongue and his fingertip touching inside me.
Frantic,I wasfrantic,kissing him hard and sucking on his tongue as his hand below squeezed, pressing inside me and massaging that so-secret place with the heel of his hand. Nicolai was taking everything, my body and soul utterly occupied by him, my mind and thoughts full of him, his scent, his touch, hisbody.
Nicolai broke off the kiss and used his mouth and teeth on my throat, my bare shoulders.
His other hand slipped from the back of my neck down my spine, and he wrapped my waist in a band of iron muscle, pressing me down on his hand.
The pleasure coiled inside me like my whole body was being strangled, and my spine bent backward. My legs tightened, cramped, and my hips bucked forward under the coiling tension.
He growled against my skin, “Ride it. That’s right.Ride it.”
The ecstatic tension knotted inside me, grinding harder against his hand, pressing his fingerdeeper inside me, a stretch, a rub against a band of nerves more sensitive than my tongue, more intimate than my heart.
Nicolai leaned back, his arm still shoving me down on him. “Show me, Lexi. Show me what you look like when you come. Show me how beautiful you are when you lose control.”
His hand flexed against me and inside me, a deeper pressure and curl, and the coiling pressure inside me detonated, throwing my body as I gasped, cried out, as wild ecstasy climbed every cell and crushed me.
Blinding, manic pleasure.
Nicolai grabbed and held me against his chest while he still pulsed his hand against me, drivingmorewaves of devastating wildness through me.
I clung to him, trembling and weak, and my body controlled by his touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my hair. “Fuck, that was amazing.You’re so beautiful.”
I tightened my arms around him, unsure if I was going to sob or sleep.“Nicolai.”
“That’s right, Lexi. Come down in my arms. That’s my girl.”
My breath was still ragged, my limbs trembling.“Nicolai.”
