"Olek—"
"Hmm?" He switched to the other breast, teeth scraping gently.
"Are you—are we going to?—"
"Fuck?" He looked up at me, eyes dark with want. "Yes. But not tonight."
My brain stuttered. "What?"
"Tonight is about you." He kissed between my breasts, down my stomach. "About making you feel good. About showing you what it's like when a man actually gives a shit about your pleasure."
"But the contract?—"
"Says you're mine to do with as I please." He hooked his fingers in my underwear and pulled them down. "And what pleases me tonight is making you come until you can't remember your own name."
Oh.Oh.
He settled between my thighs again. Already aching for more despite the orgasm that had nearly split me in two.
"Greedy," he murmured, sliding two fingers inside me. "Your body knows what it needs."
"Stop talking and—oh God?—"
He'd found that spot inside me, the one that made everything go crazy. His fingers curled and thrust, slowly and deeply, while his thumb circled my clit.
"You're so responsive," he said, almost to himself. "So fucking perfect. I could do this all night."
"Please don't." The words came out strangled. "I can't. I need…"
"What do you need?"
"More. Harder. I need…" I whined.
He gave it to me. His fingers pumped faster, harder, hitting that spot over and over while his thumb worked my clit. I was going to die. I was going to come so hard I stopped breathing. I was going to…
"Look at me," Olek commanded. "I want to see your face when you come."
I forced my eyes open, met his gaze.
"That's my girl." His voice was rough. "Come for me, Katrina. Come all over my fingers."
I shattered.
This orgasm was different from the first one, deeper, more intense, rolling through me in waves that left me gasping and shaking. I clenched around his fingers, my whole body tensing and releasing, and he watched every second of it with something like awe on his face.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "Fucking beautiful."
He worked me through it again, gentler this time, until I was boneless and trembling and completely wrung out.
"That's two," he said, withdrawing his fingers.
I watched through heavy lids as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean.
"Best thing I've ever tasted."
Heat flooded my face. "You can't say things like that."
"Why not? It's true." He moved up the bed until we were face to face. "You taste like heaven, and I'm going to be addicted."
