"You're overdressed," I said.
"Am I?"
"Very."
He made no move to remedy the situation. Instead, he traced his fingers up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I needed him most.
"Rodion."
"Yes?"
"Stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing. I'm savoring." His fingers drifted higher, brushing against my center with a featherlight touch that made me whimper. "You're already wet."
"I've been wet since you kissed me in the study."
"That long?" He stroked me again, more firmly this time, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. "We should do something about that."
He lowered his head, and then his mouth was on me.
The first stroke of his tongue made me see stars. He licked through my folds with slow, deliberate movements, learning me all over again, finding the spots that made me gasp and tremble. When he reached my clit, he circled it without touching directly, building the tension until I thought I'd scream.
"Please," I begged. "Right there—please—"
He gave me what I wanted. His lips closed around my clit, sucking gently, and two fingers slid inside me at the same moment. The dual sensation was overwhelming—pleasure spiraling through me in waves that left me breathless.
He worked me with relentless precision, his fingers curling to hit the spot that made my toes curl, his tongue maintaining a steady rhythm that pushed me higher and higher. I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, my hips bucking against hismouth, chasing the release that was building at the base of my spine.
"That's it," he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "Let go. I want to feel you come."
The orgasm crashed over me without warning—a wave of pleasure so intense I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but ride it out. I heard myself cry his name, felt my inner walls clamp around his fingers, felt him work me through every tremor until I was boneless and gasping.
He kissed his way back up my body, shedding his clothes as he went. By the time he reached my mouth, he was as naked as I was, his hard length pressing against my thigh.
"I need you inside me," I said.
"Are you sure? We can stop—"
"If you stop now, I will kill you."
He laughed, a low sound that vibrated through my chest, and positioned himself at my entrance. "I've been threatened by worse."
"Rodion—"
He thrust into me in one smooth stroke.
The feeling of fullness, of connection, of being joined to him in the most primal way—it still overwhelmed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned against my neck.
"God, you feel incredible."
"Move. Please move."
He did. Long, slow strokes at first, each one dragging against every sensitive inch of me. I matched his rhythm, myhips rising to meet his, our bodies finding a synchronization that felt like coming home.
But slow wasn't enough. Not tonight. I needed more—needed to feel him, to lose myself in him, to forget everything except this moment.
"Harder," I gasped. "I need you to—"
