“Better. I’m taking the day off microdosing to let my body recover,” she said, glancing down at the clothing almost shyly. She looked fucking adorable with that bashful little look on her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t have any clean clothes with me, so I grabbed these out of the closet.”
Now, all I could visualize was her rolling around in bed while my clothes clung to her every inch.
My hand loosened on the coffee cup when I comprehended what she’d said. No drugs in her system anymore.
I smiled broadly, and she took in an unsteady breath.
“I’m going to need them back.”
“Of course,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. The movement made me intimately aware that her nipples were peeking through the fabric.
“Now,” I said, my voice more animalistic than human.
Alisa blinked. “I can go change,” she said, turning towards the bedroom.
Before she could take a single step, I grabbed her by the legs and deposited her on top of the kitchen counter.
“I’ll help,” I said.
Her ragged moan almost sent me over the edge.
Then I remembered her request from last time. “You need it gentle?” I asked, running my hand down her goosebumped flesh.
She shook her head breathlessly. Her pupils were so dilated that I could barely see the blue in her eyes.
“Good, because I want to devour you.”
I hooked my thumb under the waistband of her shorts and slowly slid my finger down. I hissed when I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Such a naughty girl,” I groaned, tracing along the curve of her hip. “You spent all night in my clothes thinking about me, didn’t you?”
“I-I,” she tried to speak.
I smiled at her inability to form words. Eventually, she shook her head, but the heat rising on her chest gave her away.
“Time to look at the evidence,” I said, peeling the shorts down.
Liquid cascaded from her slit down onto the seam of the shorts. Alisa’s blush transformed from pink to the red of a rare steak.
“Such a horny little slut,” I mumbled against her hip before kissing down lower.
Her nails dug into the edges of the marble countertop. I wanted to coil her body so tight that she nearly ripped a chunk out of the stone.
“Lower,” she groaned.
I ghosted my kisses near her mound, but refused to touch the spot she wanted. I bit down hard on her soft skin.
Anything I did would be onmytime, not hers.
The choked sound that escaped her lips left me smiling. I tugged the shorts down her legs and followed the clothes’ progression with kisses down her thighs.
She whined against me. The further I moved my lips away from her slit, the higher pitched her whimpers became. Condensation dripped from her, darkening the marble and proving how much she loved being teased.
“Dmitri.” Something in the strangled way she said my name left me harder than any stone in this room.
I yanked her shorts to the floor and spread her legs wider.
“Good girl,” I said when she scooched her pussy further up the counter to give me better access. I dug my fingers into her thighs and took that first taste of her slit.
