I sit on the edge, brushing her hair away from her face, letting my fingers linger longer than they should.
“Would you like that, lastochka?”
“Lastochka.” She mimics with a terrible Russian accent. “It’s so sweet when you call me that.”
I chuckle and cup her face. “Let me take your heels off,”
“Hmm. Yes, please.”
I move down the bed, unbuckling them carefully and placing them on the floor. When I look up, she’s watching me, eyes heavy and warm.
“My dress needs to come off next,” she whispers.
Fuck.
I arch a brow. “Sit up.”
She does immediately. Even after the champagne, she responds to my voice without hesitation.
I lean in and unzip her dress slowly, from her neck down to her lower back, helping her slide her arms free. My fingers trail along her spine, and she lets out a soft moan.
“Lie down,” I whisper against her shoulder before pressing a kiss there.
She obeys, lifting her hips as I ease the dress off her completely. I fold it neatly and place it on the dresser.
“My panties go next,” she tells me.
She’s making this nearly impossible.
Instead, I sit back, loosen my tie, and lie beside her, staring up at the ceiling as I slide my arm beneath her and pull her close.
She rolls to face me, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I turn toward her until our noses brush, stroking her cheek with my thumb.
“Not when you’ve been drinking, Lily. I want you to remember everything I do. I want you to feel me. You have to be completely aware of your body and of your limits.”
She glances down at my raging hard-on.
“B-but, you want me. I’m not wasted, just a little tipsy.”
“I always want you, Lily. But I’m also a man with self-restraint. That will wait until the morning, and I’ll make sure you can feel me inside you for the rest of the day. You’ll be sitting on that plane tomorrow, feeling my hands smacking your ass. I never want you to regret anything we do together.”
She exhales shakily, and I press my lips to hers. When I close my eyes, she deepens the kiss.
“I’m really, really, horny, Drago.”
I smile against her lips. “I said I won’t do it. I didn’t say I’d stop you.”
Her eyes go wide as the realization sinks in. “But… will you stay here and watch me?” she whispers.
Christ.
“Tell me exactly what you want to happen here.”
She runs her fingers across her lips, practically undressing me with her eyes. “I want…” She pauses, breath hitching. “No. I need you right next to me while I finger myself, thinking about you. Ideally, I want you whispering in my ear while I do it. Sir.”
I drag my nose along her jaw, and her body shivers instantly. It’s fucking perfect how responsive she is to even the lightest touch, like every nerve is already tuned to me.
“You need me that bad, baby?”
