He gives a soft laugh and bites the crook of my neck while slowly dragging his finger over my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, and right when I’m about to explode, he stops. I let out a frustrated groan and grip his thighs harder.
“Patience, sweetheart. I’m enjoying this way too much to rush it.”
He keeps teasing me, bringing me right to the edge and then pulling back until I’m shaking and my body is so desperate for release that I’m on the verge of tears.
“I can’t take any more,” I pant. “Please, Valeri.”
“God, I love watching you come undone,” he groans. “I’m afraid to slide into you. I’m afraid that once I feel the wet heat of your tight virgin pussy I’ll lose all control.”
“Do it,” I beg, spreading my legs even wider.
He groans and slowly presses his finger even harder against my soaking wet slit, parting my lips and delving inside. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to be the end of me.”
My head falls back as he slowly starts to finger-fuck me, hitting my clit with each stroke, and when I start to come, he turns my face so he can kiss me through it. My hips rock and buck against him while my tongue finds his and I moan his name, clenching around his finger and feeling drunk on pure ecstasy. Wanting him closer, I turn my upper body as much as I can, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him harder while he works my clit, keeping the orgasm going far longer than I ever thought possible.
By the time the aftershocks start, I’m shaking and more than a little in love with him. I’m in big, big trouble. I’ve fallen too hard and too fast, but there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I’m completely lost to him.
“Valeri,” I whisper, resting my forehead against his. His green eyes are hooded with desire, and I know if he asked me to, I’d happily give him my virginity right here in this tiny study cubicle.
“Yes,lapochka?” he says in a lazy voice, softly rimming my clit with his finger as another aftershock runs through me.
Instead of humiliating myself by declaring my love for him, I say, “I want to do something for you.”
“You already do plenty for me.”
“I’m being serious. It’s not fair. I want to make you feel good too.”
“You already do, baby.” He gives me a wink and slowly slides his hand out of my pants, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth. I watch him suck them clean, surprised when he closes his eyes and lets out a groan before saying something in Russian and pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue presses inside, running over every inch of my mouth, and when I give it a suck, he growls and gives my bottom lip a hard enough bite to sting.
“Fuck!” He pulls back with a gasp, putting some distance between us and trying to get control of himself. Tightening his grip on me, he kisses my cheek and says, “I’m sorry if I hurt you. Just give me a second. You test my control like no one else ever has, Evie.”
“You didn’t hurt me. I liked it,” I tell him, and then I wiggle out of his grasp and kneel between his thighs.
“Evie,” he warns when I lean closer and reach for the button of his jeans. I notice a few red dots of paint, and I smile because it makes me feel a lot better to know that I’m not the only one in this relationship who’s walking around in old clothes that have a few stains on them.
“I want to do something for you,” I tell him, ignoring the warning look he’s giving me and instead eyeing the large cock that’s straining against his pants. Good god, the man is huge! Enthralled, I run my fingers over him, meeting his eyes when he sucks in a quick breath.
He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my lips, groaning when I part my lips and suck him in. “Goddamn, baby, I’m only human.”
I slowly pull my head back, sucking his thumb the whole time until he pops free. “I want to do this,” I tell him. “Please let me.” I reach up and slowly pull his zipper down, and then meet his eyes for another embarrassing confession. “I’ve never done this before, so I should probably warn you that it might be terrible.”
“Impossible,” he says, cupping my face and leaning closer. “Are you sure you want to do this? Don’t do it because you think you have to, because I’m fine, Evie. I promise.”
“I want to do this. I want to do a lot more than this, but I didn’t think you’d agree to that.”
He smiles and kisses me gently. “You’re right about that. No way in hell am I fucking you for the first time in a tiny cubicle at your work. I want all night with you and more room, and I don’t want to worry about Jerry calling the cops because of the noises you’d be making.”
My face heats up at the mention of my coworker who’s blissfully ignorant of what all we’re doing up here. “That’s probably for the best,” I whisper against his lips. “Please don’t laugh at me if I do this all wrong.”
“Evie, I would never laugh at you, and knowing you’ve never done this before but that you willingly got on your knees for me has me so close to losing control that I’m going to be using all my willpower to not come all over your sweet face as soon as your lips touch me.”
My heart speeds up even more at his words, and when he reaches a hand into his jeans and maneuvers his cock out, my mouth drops open. I may not have firsthand experience with dick, but I do have access to the internet, and I know for a fact that most men don’t look like this. Valeri is a goddamn work of art. He’s thick and long and he’s covered in pre-cum. The sight of it trailing down his shaft has me licking my lips and scooting closer.
When I bend down and run my tongue up the length of him, he growls something in Russian and grabs onto the base of my ponytail before pulling my hair tie off and slipping it on his wrist. He runs his hands through my hair, fisting it tightly as I run my tongue along his head. Reaching up, I wrap a hand around his thick shaft, not at all surprised that my fingers don’t meet.
“Tighter,lapochka,” he growls. “You’re not going to hurt me.” When I tighten my grip, he groans his appreciation. “That’s right, baby, just like that. Now let me see you wrap that pretty mouth around my head.”
