“No,” she breathes after a moment’s hesitation.
Good thing. Because keeping my hands off Anika might just be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.
And as I stroke two fingers between her folds, my cock thickens against my abdomen, demanding its turn.
14
ANIKA
I didn’t think anything could feel as good as Miko’s mouth between my thighs, but as his fingertips brush across the most sensitive point at the apex of my sex, I nearly levitate out of my body.
And when he parts my folds with two thick, calloused digits, an electrical current blasts through my core.
A moan rushes from me, and Miko greedily swallows the sound, his kisses growing more fervent, as if my pleasure is turning him on.
The possibility unleashes butterflies in my stomach, and suddenly, a molten anticipation melts me from the inside out.
It would seem that my entire body has come to life with my first orgasm, and now, every touch is exponentially more stimulating.
So, when Miko collects my slickness on his fingertips to swirl them over my dangerously sensitive clit, it lights my veins on fire.
He draws circles relentlessly between my thighs, and a ball of tension draws tight inside me, like a rubber band on the brink of snapping.
It’s not the anxious kind of tension that leaves me feeling stressed and nauseous.
Instead, that same tingling anticipation his lips awoke crackles beneath my skin.
Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I register that I’ve experienced the building excitement before, but my brain is working on overdrive, trying to comprehend the sensation overload, so I don’t recognize the signs that would tell me how close to the edge I am.
Then he slides two fingers inside me.
“Miko!” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders for dear life as an explosion of euphoria blasts through me.
My body pulses around the intrusion in a way I never knew it could, milking him, inviting him further in.
That same throbbing relief pounds between my legs as I come for the second time in my life just minutes after my first.
“Cazzo,” Miko growls, the Italian profanity sounding dangerously sexy on his lips. “I love it when you say my name,topolina. Do it again.”
Being called a little mouse shouldn’t turn me on like it does, but just the way Miko says it—like the nickname alone is a sensual caress—sends goosebumps rippling down my spine.
Right now, I would do anything to make him touch me like he is.
“Miko,” I moan, lifting my head off the pillow to bring our lips back together.
The deep, rumbling sound of satisfaction he releases is dangerously close to a snarl, and yet it awakens a hunger in me I’ve never felt before.
“I’m going to make you scream it all night long,” he growls, his hips grinding forward and trapping his hand between us.
His fingers slide deeper inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit, and stars explode across my vision.
The pleasure is so intense, I can’t hold still.
My breaths come in ragged bursts, rushing past my lips and into his. But he doesn’t seem to care.
He devours me like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, his tongue adamant, his teeth playful, his lips inviting.
After the night I lost my virginity to Pyotr, I never thought I could be capable of wanting sex.
