“Would you let me?”
“You want to make me come?”
“More than you can possibly know,” he says, and the pure, raw need in his eyes has me squirming again, this time for a whole new reason.
“How would you do it?”
“Anyway you want me to.” He kisses me again before leaning back a bit. His bare chest is distracting as hell, but when he starts to talk, he has all my focus.
“I could put you on my lap and you could grind against my cock.” He drags a finger along my stomach. “Or I could slide a hand down your pants and use my fingers, either inside or outside your panties.” He meets my eyes again. “Or I could use my mouth.”
Truth be told, I want them all, but I’m not sure I’m ready for it. I think for a second, and say, “I think I want to try hand but over my panties.”
He smiles and looks down at his hand, stroking the skin of my belly. Pulling my shirt up just a bit more, he places a quick kiss against my skin as I suck in a breath at the feel of him. Bringing his face back to mine, he starts to slide his hand down my pants, being careful to stay above my panties.
“Stop me the second you start to feel uncomfortable,zolotse. I don’t want to do this if you don’t want it.”
“I will,” I tell him, wondering if he can hear the loud beat of my heart.
His fingers slide over my panties, and I know there’s nothing but a thin scrap of lace separating us. With his face hovering right above mine, the moment feels incredibly intimate, and when he cups my pussy, he lets out a deep groan and gives me a sexy smile.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby. Put your hand on top of mine.”
When I’ve slid my hand under my pants and placed it on top of his, he says, “You’re in control. Move me, stop me, take over, do whatever the hell you want. I’ll love whatever you decide.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my voice shaky with nerves and a desire that’s threatening to overwhelm me.
He kisses me softly while gently pressing against my slit. It’s not hard enough to part my lips, just a constant pressure so every part of me is fully aware that he’s there. It’s a maddening sensation, and when I press my fingers against his, letting him know I want more, I feel him smile against my lips as he presses in harder before bringing the pads of his fingers to my swollen, achy clit. It’s been so long since I’ve come, and already I can feel the deep coil of pressure starting to build between my legs.
I moan and press against his fingers, urging him for more. My own fingers start to rub against his without me even being fully conscious of it, showing him what I want as I kiss him harder and lose myself completely in the taste and feel of him. When it’s not enough, I let out a frustrated groan and pull his hand up so I can then slide it under the lace. At the feel of my wet pussy, he whispers a “fuck” against my lips and pulls back enough to meet my eyes.
His fingers slide over my slippery clit before he goes further, dragging them over my slit but being careful to not penetrate. He stays on the outside, teasing me until I’m grabbing his hand again, guiding his fingers back to my clit. A soft grin plays at the corner of his mouth. He likes it when I take charge, and I’m so far gone that I’m more than happy to do it. I want this orgasm. I want to feel good, to erase all the bad memories, and to share this moment with Vasily.
When he mimics the movements of my own fingers against his, I clutch his broad shoulders and whisper, “Vasya,” knowing I’m only seconds away.
“I’ve got you,zolotse,” he murmurs close to my lips. “Come for me, baby.”
I moan his name when he gives me one more firm rub, sending me over the edge. The force of the orgasm clouds my vision and makes my back arch from the bed. I cling to him, holding him tightly as pleasure races through every part of me. His fingers take over because I’m way too far gone to do anything. He works my clit, prolonging the orgasm and then coaxing another one out of me until I’m shaking and gasping for air. Tears cloud my vision, spilling over as I let out a shaky breath.
“Baby,” he whispers, kissing my cheeks. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart, and I’m never letting you go.”
He holds me while I cry, rocking me gently and whispering in Russian. I don’t know what he’s saying, but I love it. It’s comforting and is a constant reminder of who I’m with. I don’t even know exactly why I’m crying except that it was so damn beautiful. I’ve never experienced anything like it. When I’ve calmed down, he kisses my cheeks again and runs his tongue along my skin, licking up the remaining tears.
“Are you okay? Was it too much?”
He sounds so worried, and when I look up, his blue eyes are filled with pain.
“No, Vasya. It was perfect. I just really wish I’d met you a few weeks ago. I wish you could’ve been my first.”
“I will be,zolotse, in every way that matters.”
He lifts me up, putting me in his lap so we’re chest to chest as he scoots back to sit against the padded headboard. He rubs my back and strokes my hair.
“Thank you, Vasya.” I soften into him, resting the side of my face against his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck. It’s my favorite place to be, and when I kiss the crook of his neck, he gives a soft laugh. “That was perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he corrects. “Every single thing about you, and I’m the one who should be thanking you. Your pussy’s amazing, sweetheart, and feeling your hand on top of mine, guiding me and showing me what you like, fuck, that was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.”
I laugh because there’s no way in hell that can be true.
