Before she could retort anything else, I slid my hand up, quickly caressing her cheek so I could frame her face. Holding her secure, I pressed her toward me.
Our lips collided. Meeting in the middle with a sordid and brutal kiss, I forced her tofeelthe truth of what neither of us wanted to say.
This draw linking us like this wasn’t just chemistry we refused to address.
This deep desire that lurked beneath the surface wasn’t the result of the heat of the moment.
We were both riled up arguing, but caving to taste her lips, I experienced how this was lust ruling both of us. This need to strip her and peel all of her defensive layers away gnawed at my soul, leaving me wretched and yearning for her.
She was too good. I was too much of an asshole and a criminal.
After the initial surprise of my mouth hard on hers, she whimpered with need. As she lifted her hands and set them on my shoulders, she slanted her body toward mine.
“You can’t fight this,” I warned her once I parted from her lips.
She scowled, staring up at me with her mouth hanging open, her sweet breath whipping against my chin. In her eyes, I saw the submission, the bare realization that I was right about this.
“I don’t want to fight this anymore.” Hauling her against me until her slender form was flush with my body, I drowned myself in the potent bliss of kissing her. Of parting her lips and slipping my tongue in to explore and taste and devour.
There was not a fucking chance in hell that we could deny ourselves this inexplicable awareness and longing that bridged us together. We were opposites, there was no doubt about that, but we were in sync with how badly we craved each other.
Concluding our argument only happened with sparks flying. With her hands running through my hair so she could hold my head lower. With her breasts smashed against my chest as she tried to climb up into my embrace.
Kissing. Sucking. Moaning. And panting, staring at me wildly when we broke for air.
She was young, much younger than me, but with her kisses and her hungry touches, she proved to be a mature lover, a woman with needs and wants and naughty desires.
She wantedme. And I lost the fight to tell myself not to get involved with her.
“You can’t walk away from this.” I yanked on the zipper of her sweater, baring her in an instant. Seeing more of her smooth, fair skin revealed, I picked her up and brought my head in.
No bra. No constraints on her breasts. As I hoisted her into the air, I latched my mouth onto her nipple, tracing the hard beadwith my tongue until she dropped her head back and cried out. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bed.
“You can’t walk away from me,” I declared, exerting all dominance into this moment.
She fell back onto the mattress, bouncing slightly as I gripped the waistband of her pants and panties before tugging them all the way off her slender legs. Once more, before she could protest or lie that she didn’t want it, I kneeled and took hold of her thighs. Forcing them apart, I stared at her pussy, dripping wet and shiny with her arousal, exposed and all for the taking.
I leaned in, swiping my tongue over her folds and smearing her juices.
“Oh, fuck, Mikhail. You?—”
I put my hand on her stomach to push her down, forcing her to lie flat as I tasted and sucked on her sweet cunt, so ripe and juicy. Then her clit, teasing that bundle of nerves. Keeping my hand on her stomach and forcing her to stay down as I pleasured her, I gave it me all. I set out to show her a world of blunt, wicked desire that she never could’ve expected.
Eating her pussy satisfied me for a while, but when she gripped my hand on her stomach, holding my fingers as if she needed to cling to something and ground herself, I doubled down. Lapping at her clit, I added my fingers into her tight cunt and fingered her smooth walls until she cried out.
“Mikhail! Oh, God. I… I… Fuck!”
She bucked and trembled, breathing so hard as she came with her first orgasm of the night.
“You don’t get to walk away from that,” I told her, cocky and smiling smugly as I continued to rub her pussy so she could ride out the waves of bliss from her climax.
Almost like she was thrashing on the bed, she shook her head quickly.
“And you don’t get to think about walking away when you drive me insane like this,” I said, using my free hand to undo my pants and shove them down. Still in too many clothes, I leaned toward the bed at the same time I dragged her closer.
Her legs wrapped around my waist.
Her tangy, sweet taste clung to my lips.
