“Yes.”
With a groan he pulls me closer, kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. I run my fingers through his thick hair and moan when he gives my tongue a suck. His cock presses against my ass, but instead of fear, all I feel is anticipation and a deep need.
“Please,” I beg.
He smiles against my lips as he lifts me up and positions me so I’m straddling him. When he lowers me down so his hard length is pressing right against my aching pussy, I moan and start to grind against him. Before I lose all control, I jerk my head up and scan the house, remembering that we’re still outside and in full view of anyone looking out one of the many windows that face the backyard.
“Relax, sweetheart. Katya and Svetlana have already left for the day, and my men know better than to spy on us.”
I give a quick nod, trusting him at his word and rock my hips harder against him. “But I want you to take me upstairs.” I run my tongue over his bottom lip before giving it a soft bite. “I want you inside me.”
He groans and cups my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. “God, I love hearing you say that, and I’ll gladly give you my cock, baby, but first I want you to come on my lap. Grind against me, beautiful. Take your pleasure.”
Bracing my hands against his broad shoulders, I move my body, grateful I decided on yoga pants today, because the thin fabric is letting me feel everything, and the friction is so fucking delicious. I throw my head back and gasp, working my hips harder, shamelessly using him for my own pleasure. He lets out a deep groan, bringing one hand up to lift my shirt and roughly push my bra aside. As soon as my breast is exposed, he’s tonguing my nipple and filling his mouth.
“You’re so fucking sexy,zolotse,” he murmurs against my skin, teasing me with his mouth until I feel myself start to lose control.
With a growl, I bring one hand to the back of his head, pulling him tighter against me, force feeding him my tit as the orgasm starts to spread through me. He feels me tense, and when I moan his name, he grabs my ass, digging his fingers in and moving me even harder against him as I explode from the inside out. My body shakes as I whimper and my pussy clenches at air while the thick, hard cock beneath me is so fucking close but not near close enough.
Before I’ve even fully come down, I’m fisting his hair and pulling his head back. He’s barely had time to let go of my tit before my mouth is on him in a greedy, desperate kiss. “Vasya,” I beg against his lips. “Please.”
With a groan, he wraps his arms tightly around me and stands, carrying me like I weigh nothing. I kiss his neck, nipping at his skin and running my tongue over the neck tattoos I’ll never be able to get enough of. By the time he shuts our bedroom door, I’m so drunk on lust I can barely think. He gently lowers me to the bed and stills my hands that are practically ripping the buttons off his expensive, white dress shirt.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmurs, cupping my face and meeting my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, Vasya. I want this. I want you, all of you.”
His eyes darken at my words, and I know he’s forcing himself to hold back, not wanting to scare me.
“Promise me you’ll stop me if you feel uncomfortable. No matter what,zolotse. I don’t care if I’m seconds away from coming. You stop me.”
“I will. I promise,” I say in a breathy rush, confident that I won’t need to.
Satisfied that I want this, he lets go of my hands so I can get back to undressing him. Smiling at my impatience when I let out a frustrated groan because my shaky fingers are taking too long, he pulls back, taking over with his steady hands and making quick work of it. Soon he’s naked and looking down at me like a starving man. He’s fully hard, coated in his own arousal, and it might just be my imagination, but I swear he looks even bigger than usual.
Running his hands up my legs, he hooks his fingers under my pants, and slowly slides them off, taking my panties with them. When I’m naked from the waist down, he grabs my thighs and parts them, letting out a string of Russian when I’m splayed open before him. He lets go of my thighs just long enough to pull my shirt off and unclasp my bra before he’s grabbing them again and parting my legs in a way that completely exposes me to his hungry gaze.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,zolotse.”
His accent is thicker than usual, and the sound of it has me rocking my hips up in invitation. He smiles and slides one hand up my thigh before slowly dragging his finger along my slit.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Vasya,” I moan. My heart races even faster when he very slowly starts to slide one finger into me. He’s careful and so damn gentle, making sure that the only thing I feel is pleasure.
“I need to get you ready for me. I’m going to work your pussy and make you come, baby, so you’re nice and open for me.”
I grip the bedding and let out a whimper of pure pleasure when he lowers his head and runs his tongue over my swollen clit as he gently slides another finger in. Letting go of the blanket, I grab his head instead, biting my lip as he sucks on my clit and stretches me with his fingers. The mix of sensations has me squirming beneath him and breathing heavily, feeling the orgasm that’s just out of reach. One more firm lick of his tongue sends me over the edge, and when I moan his name, he slides a third finger into me, spreading me wider and finger-fucking me through my release.
My whole body shakes beneath him and goes slack as I try and catch my breath, slowly coming back to reality. He keeps his fingers inside me while he rims my clit, sending aftershocks through every part of my body.
“Vasya,” I moan, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to pull him up to me so I can kiss him and feel his skin against mine.
He hovers his lips above my skin, licking and nipping his way up my stomach and chest, stopping to give each nipple a soft bite before finally bringing his lips to mine. His fingers are still buried inside me, working me gently as he parts my lips with his tongue and delves inside, claiming every inch of my mouth as his. I dig my heels into the mattress and rock up to him, kissing him hard and wrapping my arms around him.
Pulling his fingers out, he presses the head of his cock against my slit. “Are you sure?” he asks, and I love him so much in this moment. He’s desperate to be inside me. I see the raw need in his eyes and the tense way he’s holding his body, feel the swollen dick that’s dripping pre-cum onto me, and still he waits for me to tell him I’m okay.
“I love you,” I whisper, running my tongue over his lips. “I need you inside me, Vasya.”
