I kept my breathing steady, unable to watch.
“Petronille.”
I struggled to meet his gaze like I had to pry my eyes from whatever I was focusing on in the distance in order to be present.
He stood up on his knees, putting pressure on his fingers as he whispered against my neck, “Tell me what you want, or trust me to choose for you.”
“Choose for me,” I said hastily. “I don’t want to make any more decisions.”
He nodded in understanding, lowering his face back down between my legs. As he moved his fingers inside me, he pushed all the way in to curl them upward, massaging the inside as he sucked on the outside, playing with every sweet, sensitive spot.
I moaned, immediately covering my mouth.
He chuckled as he continued, his warm mouth against my skin.
I could confirm one thing: Lorelei’s speculations were correct; hewasgood with his hands.
“Arkady,” I breathed, trying to lean up but ultimately deciding to slump farther back, pushing my hips toward him.
He continued to tease me, to play with me like he wanted, likeIwanted.
I began to move my hips, rolling them in rhythm with his pace, his intensity. I reached for him, only able to grab his hair to pull him closer, to feel him more, to keep going.
The knot in my stomach was tightening, the pressure was building faster, festering. Never had I been able to feel like this with a man, only when I did it on my own. Even then it had felt wrong. And this was worse, in a selfish kind of way. If I just closed my eyes, there was no audience, but there was also the thrill of it not being by my own hands.
He sucked hard, picking up his pace as his fingers moved, smoothing down the inside and pushing on every sensitive place he could find. Every time he heard a new noise from me, he just kept going, chasing the reaction, the validation that came from pleasuring another.
Suddenly and all at once, the tension was released, and I came while his mouth and tongue were dedicated only to me. I wondered if he could feel it, the climax,le petit mort.
My thigh tensed before relaxing against his shoulder, then slipped off as I gathered myself. Arkady didn’t seem to mind; he licked his bottom lip before wiping with the back of his hand, amusing himself with not only my reaction but how I tasted as well.
I glanced down at him, those hazel eyes looking hungry despite the conquest.
“What is it now?”
He shook his head. “Just watching.”
“Are you some sort of voyeur?”
“If I am a voyeur, then you are the exhibitionist.” He stood and leaned over me in the chair. “Look at you, it’s nice to see the little snail emerge from her shell.”
“Stop looking at me.” I covered my face.
“You did well.” He pulled my wrists from my face. “You have a lot to learn, Mrs.Kameneva.”
I rolled my eyes, refusing to look at him.
He tipped my face back, cupping it as he kissed me. He tasted like peaches. I leaned up, savoring the kiss before he pulled away.
He grabbed the knife and gathered the half-eaten fruit, taking a bite out of one.
“Arkady?” I spoke up, my voice coming out shakier than intended.
He looked my way, waiting for my request.
“Will you sleep with me tonight?”
“No,” he answered, “not yet.”
