No matter what else is swirling through me, however many emotions have stacked up inside me, they’re all eclipsed by the hunger Iosif has roused from the depths of me.
There is no shame to burn from.
It’s his job.
“I want you to make me feel good.”
It’s all I have to say.
Iosif doesn’t tease me with his kiss. His lips meet mine passionately, my body igniting as soon as it collides with his. Already, I moan around my tongue. He makes no secret of where he’s headed next when he shoves my underwear out of his way.
Like I weigh nothing, he flips our positions. The edge of his desk bites into the curve of my ass—and he grins down at me when I shiver over its cold surface against my feverish skin.
“Iosif,” I cry, falling back and surrendering to whatever he wants to give me. I want it all from him.
It doesn’t keep me from whining when he slows down, eking out the tension that has me wound up so tight. His kisses drip down my body like he has all the time in the world.
His hand fists in my hair and pulls me back upright. “You’re going to stay like this and watch me,” he commands,his masculine power pulling my strings to his every whim. “Unbutton your blouse for me.”
Oh God.
My hands obey. And he’s right there with them. His kisses spread to my shoulder, to my chest… his tongue joining in to stroke my skin with each deep, sensual kiss.
I gasp when his head drops between my legs, even before his mouth covers the tender, aching spot that begs for him. My fingers twist in his thick, dark hair, trying to coax him.
For my efforts, he pinches my stiff nipple until I’m whining from the pressure. “God,” I pant, my breath quickening.
His deep, throaty voice rumbles against the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh. “You’re mine to play with. Let me.”
When his tongue finds me, my entire world narrows to the single point of contact. Everything else fades.
It’s him and me. His mouth and my hips bucking up into the expert pressure he toys with me with.
His hands, gripping my thighs and pinning me in place as he devours me. I don’t flinch this time. I let him give me anything he will, so long as I don’t have to stop drowning in this pleasure.
Chapter 19 - Iosif
I want you to make me feel good,she had asked of me. All that desperation in her eyes. Fear, too, as if I could ever deny her this. As if any part of me fucking wanted to.
“Look at me,” I order between flicks of my tongue. I press a praising hum into her swollen clit, sucking at her sensitive flesh. “Don’t look away from me. You should watch how good it can feel to belong to me.”
I take my time working her up, drawing her to a peak over and over—and not letting her fall. I need her shaking. Need her mindless and dripping.
‘Good’ is such a lazy word for the things I want to make this woman feel.
When she comes, her orgasm hits her like a lightning strike.
I drink in every second of it. The way her thighs clamp around my head and her pelvis fights my hold on it, her cunt pulsing beneath my mouth. Coming apart on my tongue.
Shit, the fucking sounds she makes after. All of them are attempts at my name, broken and breathless, while I work her through every wave and aftershock.
“Too much,” she rasps when she’s trembling after, and I give her another hard, flat lick.
I’ve only just gotten started.
I rise to my feet, cupping my rock-hard dick through my pants. The sight of her sprawled out on my desk, her tits heaving and bared where I ripped the cups down, has me straining painfully against my zipper.
Her glazed-over gaze hungrily follows the movement. “Too much?” I taunt.
