“That’s not the problem you think it is,” he hums, bringing his face a touch closer to brush his nose against mine. His eyes close like he’s trying to hold back. “It’s the opposite, really.”
His words stun me, and I can’t find a single word to say. Instead, I swallow hard.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you, and that fact…it makes me want you even more,” Sergey says just above a whisper, lips barely brushing against mine while he breathes me in. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Tell me to fuck off, and I will. But if you want this, and if you let me, I’ll give you a first time worth waiting for.”
That promise shouldn’t have any effect on me. I should be hardened against all of his charms, but against my better judgment, it works.
Warmth pools in my stomach, and I shiver from his proximity.
“Say it,” Sergey continues, looking so close to breaking just like I am. His fingers move through my hair. “Say the words.”
His order hangs in the air between us, and before I can let my rational mind take over, I succumb to the heat.
“I want it.”
That’s all he needs to hear.
His mouth claims mine, melding our lips together while he cups my jaw with one hand and holds my thigh with the other. He hums lowly into the kiss that feels akin to a brand.
As I melt into it, I feel him pull away just enough to brush his lips against my neck, letting his hands roam over me, sliding along my curves.
My eyes close while his every touch makes my skin tingle. It feels so hard to breathe while he lavishes my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake.
I half expect him to get right to it and take what he wants, but instead, Sergey’s hand slips beneath my shirt, slowly gliding across my stomach before reaching my breast. With a hint of a tease, his fingers move beneath the soft fabric of my bralette, brushing against my skin.
My breath catches, and that spark of pure pleasure makes me jolt closer to him.
Delicately, his thumb rolls against my nipple until it hardens, and the longer he does it, the more I crave him. The more the apex of my thighs softens for him.
Sergey holds me close while I shiver and let go of breathless sounds, lightly nipping against my neck.
“If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it right,” he growls out with barely contained desire.
The words warm me further, and while I don’t know what that might entail in his mind, it’s enough to make me squirm.
Eventually releasing my breast, Sergey gently pulls my shirt up, pausing his affections to remove it. Once it’s out of his way, he kisses down my neck and chest, planting those soft touches everywhere he goes.
I feel almost lightheaded, barely grounding myself as he flicks his tongue teasingly against my nipple, making me gasp quietly before continuing down.
Already boneless, I watch through heavy lashes while he kisses down my stomach and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my relaxed pants before edging them down with an almost cruel pace.
My senses heighten, well aware of every inch of skin he reveals. The nerves try to settle in, but his touch is so distracting, I can only focus on how badly I want more. How much I need to feel him in this moment.
While he guides my bottoms down, Sergey sinks to his knees in front of the couch, settling between my legs. His lips continue to press against my skin, marveling over my thighs until the pants are gone, and I’m left in only my underwear.
“Christ,” he utters, leaning closer while his lips brush against my inner thighs, settling his hands on the back of them. He inches so near to my core that my legs shake faintly. “You’re so soft.”
I feel wound up so tight that I might come apart at any moment. Barely hanging on, my breath catches as he reaches the front of me, and his breath lightly fans against me. I shiver and bite back a moan.
“I want you to remember this forever,” Sergey whispers before reaching with his tongue and brushing against my clothed sex. A low, satisfied hum reverberates in his chest. “To crave it whenever you think of me.”
Once he adds more pressure, a quiet, muffled whimper escapes me while I grip the couch. I pant as my heart picks up, feeling nearly blinded by the jolt of pleasure.
He huffs out a breath, pausing his ministrations to look up at me, eyes slightly darkened. His words come out firm while he reaches for my hand and guides it to his head. “Grab me, not the cushions.”
The stern look makes my stomach flip, and I do as he says.
My fingers run through his hair, and Sergey hums his satisfaction before he continues, shifting the front of my panties to the side before swiping his tongue along my sensitive skin directly.
