I lift my hips to help him, but he doesn’t need it. He just rips them off.
My mouth pops open in surprise and the slightest bit of protest. I liked this panty set. It was cute and sexy and probably expensive and?—
“Fuck…” I cry out as his mouth covers me, lapping up the wetness that he’s already caused.
The words of protest leave my mind and I lay back as Ransome devours me. He runs his tongue up and back down from my opening to the sweet spot of nerves in my clit. He teases each area, but never gives it enough attention to push me close enough to the edge that I might get off.
Guess I’m not coming until he says I do.
He moves down and kisses the inside of my thighs, my knees, up to my navel and along my hips, and then back to my pussy again. It’s pulsing, begging for more pampering.
“Ty takoy vkusnyy, dorogoya,” he says into my skin.
“What does that mean?” I moan. Don’t get me wrong. The constant foreign language thing is hot, like a grittier, more threatening Spanglish, but it would be nice sometimes to know what he’s saying. Now is very much one of those times.
“It means you taste good,” he snaps before sucking on me again. In that rough, hot, wet moment, I can feel my soul begin to leave my body as Ransome vampires it out of me.
He lifts my hips to his mouth, his hands no doubt leaving prints on my ass as he does.
“Come for me,” he growls into my dripping pussy as his tongue laps over my clit harder, faster until?—
“Oh my God!” I let out as I pulse against him.
Ransome waits until my body goes limp and drops my hips back on the bed.
Then he stands up.
He’s going to leave.It’s the only thing I can think of, because dining and dashing seems to be his MO.
But then he starts unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers move fluidly from collar to navel.
Next thing I know, he’s shirtless. Toned and fair and flexed and exposed. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve seen his abs or his pecs or that freckle right above his belt buckle, tempting me to find out what’s below it. But watching the man change in his office closet is a different vibe than watching him strip in his bedroom after having sucked my soul out through my clit.
The belt and slacks are the next thing to go. Ransome sheds his clothes like a second, unwanted skin, and tosses all of it aside until he is standing in front of me like a statue. Hard, dominating, hungry.
His cock is north-pointing and even more glorious than I remember it. As he clasps his hand around it, showcasing its actual girth, I am almost anxious to have it inside me.
But I need it. Fuck me, do I need it.
Everything about this moment is true to fantasy. Fantasies I haven’t had in a while, granted, but the images have never left my mind. The truth is, I’ve never wanted to surrender them.
“Do you want me,dorogoya?” he asks as he takes a step closer to the bed, his hand stroking his cock making it drip with gleaming anticipation.
“Yes,” I say eagerly. I wonder if I sound too eager, but if I didn’t know Ransome Rozanov any better—and I do know him better. Better than anyone—I would say he likes it. He thrives on submission. Fuck it, he gets off on it.
“Say it,” he snaps.
“I want you.”
“Yeah?” He offers a cocky half-smirk, and my fucking God if it doesn’t look good on him.
“Yes. I want you. I never stopped wanting you.”
Those words seem to be the secret password, because Ransome’s blue eyes turn to ice, wild and stormy.
Next thing I know, he’s grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over onto all fours.
Doggy isn’t usually the position I’d start with, but I think it’s safe to say I don’t have a choice. Not tonight. Not with this man.
