He slid his fingers into her hair as she pressed her lips to his. She tasted of port and her own sweetly intoxicating flavor. When he licked inside her mouth, she licked him back, making his cock jerk against her bottom. He curled her hair around his fist, holding her still while he drove his tongue deep. His blood rushed when her pussy dampened the fabric over his cock.
His little minx liked a bit of roughness, did she?
He yanked harder on her hair, exposing her throat. He set his mouth on the vulnerable arch, kissing and sucking, increasing the pressure. When she squirmed, he experimented with his teeth, and her excited little gasp told him everything he needed to know.
Christ, she’s a wild one. Absolutely, bloody perfect.
He cupped one enticing tit while putting his mouth on the other. He teased her nipple with his tongue, flicking then sucking. He went back and forth, pausing to bury his face between her plump mounds, inhaling her clean, womanly scent.
Her breathless pleas drove him wild. He traced the supple curve of her spine down to her crevice. He feathered over her forbidden rim and noted her little shiver…another thing to explore later. He brought his fingers lower, and satisfaction rolled through him at the lushness of her response. With Xenia, he always knew where he stood.
“You’re soaked, minx. We can’t let that cream go to waste, can we?”
He brought his dew-slicked fingers to his mouth. Her eyes got even bigger when he licked his middle digits. The devil inside him wanted to push her a little.
“Your turn.” He offered her his fingers.
Blushing to the roots of her hair, she hesitated before taking a tentative lick that he felt in his balls. When he shuddered, her expression turned impish. She closed her lips around him, applying suction. He growled, pushing his fingers into her saucy mouth. Her naughtiness and the velvet pad of her tongue unleashed his basest urges. He gave a few rough thrusts before pulling out his digits and bringing them to her pussy. He pushed a finger into her slowly, and she clutched his shoulders, gasping.
“You’re so tight,” he said. “And you’re squeezing my finger. Do you want more?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dazed. “Give me more.”
Her dew eased his way. As he impaled her to the knuckle, a feeling of déjà vu stirred. A fragment floated into his consciousness...a dream he’d had of Sirena. Of her riding his hand just like this. He pushed the thought aside, not wanting to spoil the moment. Xenia deserved his full attention. She was his fantasy come to life.
“Can you take more?” he asked.
At her moaned reply, his cock jerked, pre-seed wetting his dome. He added another finger, gritting his teeth at the exquisite stretch, imagining those untried muscles gripping his cock. He pushed all the way in, letting her adjust before retreating. He repeated the motion, and when she started to wriggle, he knew she was ready for more.
“Ride my fingers, pet,” he said.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rose up, her eyelids fluttering as she sank down. She did it again and again with sensual grace. Her pussy made slick, squelching sounds…the most enchanting music. Yet it was the way her gaze stayed locked on his that took him to the edge. She was looking at him as if he were the epicenter of her pleasure…of her everything.
The need to bring her over blazed through him. He didn’t have sufficient dexterity in his free hand to diddle her pearl, but he could do something else with it. Lifting his left hand, he spanked her bottom. She squealed, her pussy clenching his fingers. He spanked her again, and she rode him harder. The third time he swatted her blushing arse, she chanted his name and came.
Christ, did she ever. Savoring her full-body spasms, he gave her languorous kisses. A few moments later, he suspected that she was no longer trembling from the aftermath but wriggling against him with renewed purpose. She confirmed this by untying his robe and sliding her pussy over his turgid shaft. His chest heaved as she painted him with her lush folds.
Christ, if her pussy feels this good on the outside, how will it feel once I’m buried inside her?
His cock twitched as temptation once again beckoned. Until she was ready to trust him fully—to consider a future with him—he wouldn’t give in to it. Not all the way, anyway.
He cocked a brow in challenge. “Shall we try it this way, pet? Can you make both of us come by rubbing your sweet cunny against my cock?”
Desire had never looked more beautiful to him than it did now, shining in her eyes.
“I shall put forth my best effort, sir,” she said.
She was a cheeky one, all right.
And he was one fortunate bastard.
“What do you think?” Xenia asked.
As promised, she’d come to his study this morning, and they were sitting side by side at the Bösendorfer. She’d played the left hand to his right. Hearing the parts together had set the cogs turning in his head.
“The exposition needs something more,” he said. “It is too simple.”
Her brow pleated. “I think what you have is elegant.”
