When I reach the waistband of her leggings, I trace my tongue just above the hem in sweeping strokes until she groans. “More.”
I’m not of the mind to deny her a single fucking thing. So my hand slides beneath, and I pull them down, reveling in the sight of her creamy skin being unveiled, inch by inch. She lifts her hips for me to pull them away, and I trace my finger over her soft black cotton underwear. “I hope you’re not attached to this.”
“Wait—,”
But she’s too late. The material splits easily beneath my hands as I rip, and I let the strands flutter down as my eyes zero in on the cinnamon curls between her legs. “Oops.”
“I onlyhavethree pairs, you know.”
At her slightly tart tone, I glance up. She’s propped up on her elbows, giving me full access to her mildly disgruntled expression. “Maybe I’ll invest in an underwear store so I can rip them off you any time I choose.”
She bites her lip as she glances at the panties I toss aside, and I realize that she’s genuinely worried.
She should be wearing silks and satins, every piece hand fuckingcrafted, and she’s worried about a pair of underwear from a damn multipack.
“I’ll replace them,” I promise softly. “I swear.”
“You’d better.” But her voice shakes as I lean down to press my lips against the soft curls. And when I push her legs apart, baring her to me, her gasp is my reward as I drop my mouth down and take a long, slow lick of her center.
“God,” she gasps, and I reach up to flick her clit, my tone admonishing.
“We talked about that, I believe.”
And then I lose myself in her scent, in her taste, sweet as fucking honey and yet tart on my tongue as she moans and thrashes beneath me, my name falling from her lips in stuttered, broken pleas. My hands grip her legs, lifting them to sit over my shoulders to give me more of her. I can’t get close enough to her, to the fucking sounds she makes.
When I groan into her cunt, her answering keen makes me shudder. “Look at this pretty cunt, Stasi. All wet and pink and swollen for me.”
I try to be gentle when I slide my finger inside her, then another, curling it up until I hit that magical fucking part of her that rips a cry from her throat.
“Are you ready?” I’m not sure who I’m asking with my question. Her, or me. “You’re going to take my cock, Stasi. I’m going to watch it disappear inside you, and then I’m going to fuck you until you’re so full of me you can’t see anything else.”
She sobs. “Please.”
I try to breathe as I shift her a little further up the bed. The towel is already hanging off me, and I yank it away, throwing it before I turn back to her, pushing her legs as wide as I can get them.
My cock is already rock solid, weeping for want of her, and I stroke my fingers down it as she watches me with heavy, lidded eyes. Her lips part, and I imagine how it will feel to slide between those plump lips, to hold her against me and fuck her mouth, sink into her throat.
A bead of precum wells up, and I stroke my thumb against it, gathering the liquid. Reaching up, I swipe it against her lower lip, rubbing that small part of me into her. “Soon.”
She swallows at the promise in my words, but her eyes are hungry as she looks down. And as I lean back, she grips her knees, pushing them open impossibly wider in silent invitation.
She has never done this before. Slowly.
But even as I repeat the words silently, it feels impossible as I line myself up to her entrance, notching the head of my cock against her as she inhales sharply. “It feels…big.”
And the small laugh huffs out of me, unexpected as the tenderness that grips my throat at her sudden uncertainty. Slowly, I lean down, covering her until our faces are close enough for me to press my lips against hers.
“Breathe,” I murmur, and as I sink that first, hot inch inside her, I open her mouth, capturing her breath with mine as she pants. “You feel like heaven around me, Anastasia.”
Her eyes are closed as I press soft, gentle kisses to her skin. My hips flex, and I sink in a little more. Leaning down, I hook her leg over my arm, opening her up. “Taking me so well, Stasi. Jesus.”
And our eyes lock as I push, her body opening for me as I take her, my cock bottoming out inside her as my muscles lock up in sheer fucking bliss.
I trace her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the stars in her eyes. “You’re alright?”
She continues to breathe, in and out before she nods. I push the damp hair back away from her face. Wondering at her.
“Move with me.” I flex into her, relishing the feel of sliding into her…this… possession.
