“How long until we arrive?” I ask.
“It’s a seventeen-hour trip.”
I gulp, and she reaches forward, putting a hand on my knee. “Are you gonna be okay?”
I inhale deeply. “I have fought in the worst trenches for months on end. I can handle a tiny space for a mere seventeen hours.” Then I smile and reach down to clasp her hand. “Especially if I am with you.”
She shakes her head at me and smiles. “How do you always have such a good attitude?”
I laugh at that. “I’ve never been accused of being pleasant to be around before.”
She smiles wider. “So it’s me that makes you pleasant?”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
She looks at the door and stands up to draw the shade as the train shifts beneath us, beginning to move. Several of my hands reach down to grasp the bench beneath me in alarm. I’ve seen trains before but never ridden in one.
Ksenia looks back at me and laughs lightly. “Finally, we’re in my world where I’m the confident one.”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “Will you be gentle with me?”
She smiles a little wickedly. “Absolutely not.”
A knock comes at the door. She puts her finger over her mouth to indicate quiet, and I cling tighter to the bench. She opens the door, speaks to the attendant, hands over her ticket, then shuts the door tight and locks it. She turns back and smiles, leaning over me to pull down the shade on the window.
I frown a little because it makes the car feel even smaller. But my eyes quickly widen, forgetting everything else when she unzips her coat, slithers out of it, and pulls her shirt over her head. Presented with her sweet, round teats, my anxiety about being in the small space is suddenly forgotten.
Especially when she follows by sliding out of her pants and climbing into my lap.
My cock immediately hardens in my pants. She reaches down to unbutton them, her small hand closing around my hard shaft. “I was thinking we might distract ourselves for a while.”
She leans down so that her breath is a whisper in my ear. “And I’ve missed you.”
I groan because that’s all I can manage with her holding me like that, her hot body on top of me. My hands fly to her waist, her soft, tight little bottom, and another set of hands slide beneath her thighs.
I want inside of her, but I want her ready for me. I slide the hands on her waist down so my thumbs can flutter at the soft flesh there while I drop my lips to her teats and suckle.
Her head falls back with a gasp.
I suckle her hard, teasing my rough tongue back and forth across the dark pink pebbled tip. Her thighs squirm around me.
She missed me, she said. So I will touch her well, make her body pliable and give her all the relaxation and pleasure so that if she is anxious about the revenge she must take, she can forget it for a while.
I kiss her neck. “My beautiful, beautiful one. Do you need release?” I murmur as my thumbs really begin to massage her, feeling her sex moisten for me.
She nods, her face against my hair. “Yes,” she gasps.
Right as I feel her starting to get amped up, I withdraw my thumbs and slide one of my thick fingers down toward her entrance, massaging along the opening. Her hand on my shaft squeezes.
“I want to put you inside me,” she cries into my neck.
I slow my massage. “Is that what you really want? This will be a long train ride, as you said.” I lift my head to look at her. She’s biting her bottom lip, which just makes me want to be the one doing that. “I think you want me to take my time,” I rumble. “I think you want me in control of your pleasure.”
I dip one finger inside the slightest bit, finding a pleasure button and massaging against it so that her chest archers towards me before withdrawing again. Her mouth opens, and her eyes go hazy with pleasure. “Please,” she gasps.
“Please, what?” I murmur. “Please take charge of your pleasure?”
She nods, gasping a short breath out. “Yes. Take charge of my pleasure.”
