“Dr. Vera said no sex.” I turn my head slightly, just enough to catch his eyes. Dark green. Dangerous. “She didn’t say no teasing.”
His jaw clenches. “You’re going to regret this.”
“Really?” I shift again, slow, deliberate. Grinding back just enough to make him groan.
“Fuck.” The word comes out rough, strangled.
I grin into the pillow. “Problem?”
“Yes.” His hand slides from my stomach to my hip, gripping hard. “You’re the problem.”
“Me? I’m just lying here.”
“You’re not just lying there.” He pulls me tighter against him, letting me feel exactly how hard he is. “You’re torturing me.”
“That’s a strong word.”
“It’s the right word.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. “Poor baby.”
“Poor baby?” He nips my shoulder. Not hard, but enough to make me gasp. “You think this is funny?”
“A little.”
His fingers trace lazy circles on my stomach, dipping lower, just brushing the edge of my panties. “Five minutes. Then I’ll make you forget about breakfast.”
Heat pools between my legs, my pussy clenching at the suggestion in his touch. “Promise?”
His hand slides lower, fingers slipping under the waistband of my panties, teasing the sensitive skin there.
“You doubting me,malyshka?”
I arch back against him, feeling his cock harden against my ass.
“No,” I whisper, voice breathy. “But show me anyway.”
His fingers dip lower, grazing my clit, and I gasp, hips rocking instinctively.
“Anton…”
“Shh.” His mouth is at my ear now. “If I can’t have you, you don’t get to torture me.”
I moan, low and needy, as his fingers slide through my folds, finding me already soaked.
“Fuck, Anton…”
“Language,malyshka,” he teases, but his voice is rough, his cock twitching against me. His finger circles my clit, slow, deliberate, making my breath hitch.
“Please,” I beg, grinding back against him, my hand reaching back to grip his thigh. “Don’t stop.”
He pinches my nipple, just hard enough to make me cry out.
Then… nothing.
His hand stills. His fingers stop moving.
I freeze, breath caught, waiting for him to continue.
