Her hand slips between us, wrapping around my cock, stroking slowly. I thrust into her grip, my bound hands pressing against her stomach.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I’m not above begging at this point. “Do you need my fingers?”
She nods frantically, shifting to slide her panties down and off, leaving her completely bare. Straddling me again, she positions herself so my bound hands can reach her. I work two fingers into her slick heat. She's drenched, clenching around me immediately, and she rocks against my fingers, her head falling back.
"That's it," I murmur, thumb circling her clit. "Ride my fingers like you want to ride my cock. Do you want that, Sera? Me, filling you up?"
She whimpers softly, her movements picking up speed. "I... I think I'm ready for…” Her hands pulls my waistband lower.
I groan, deep and tortured, my fingers stilling for a second. "Not here." The words come out rough, frustrated. "Not likethis. I don’t have any condoms, and when I finally fuck you,malyshka, I want to hear you scream my name. No holding back."
“Then make me come like this," she whispers, grinding down harder on my hand.
I curl my fingers inside her, hitting the spot that makes her tremble, my thumb relentless on her clit. She strokes me in time with her hips, her free hand bracing on my chest. The pressure builds fast, her walls fluttering around me.
"Liev," she gasps, her body tensing.
"Come for me," I urge.
She shatters with a muffled cry, biting down on her fist to stay silent.
The sight of her pleasure, the feel of her pulsing around me—it's too much. My own orgasm crashes through me, hips jerking as a groan escapes my throat.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, the only sound the soft rasp of our breathing.
“Holy shit,” Sera mutters, as she rolls off me, falling to the side.
Reaching for the tie still knotted around my wrists, fingers trembling, she works the silk loose with careful tugs until my hands are free.
The moment the fabric falls away, I flex my fingers then reach for her. I catch her chin gently between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face to mine. I don’t speak. I just lean in and kiss her.
There’s no heat now, just the deliberate press of mouths that says everything I know she’s not ready for me to say out loud.
When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen and soft, her breath shaky. I brush my thumb along her jaw, then ease myself off the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur.
In the bathroom, I clean myself quickly, then soak another washcloth, wring it out, and grab a bottle of water from the minibar on my way back.
She’s sitting up when I return, sheet pulled to her chest, hair a wild cloud around her flushed face. I uncap the water and hand it to her without a word. She takes it with both hands, drinking slowly, eyes never leaving mine.
“We don’t need condoms.”
Has she changed her mind? Did I misread the situation?
Her face reddens a little. “I mean they aren’t necessary. I have an IUD, and I know Brady made you get a full blood screening…” Her voice trails off as her colors deepen.
My cock twitches hard against my thigh at her words, heat surging low in my gut like she just flipped a switch. Bare. Inside her. Nothing between us. The thought alone makes my pulse hammer, but I lock it down.
“Fuck,malyshka… You have no idea what that does to me.” I kneel on the edge of the mattress, warm cloth in hand. “Lie back for me.”
She hesitates only a second before reclining, letting the sheet fall to the side. I part her thighs and stroke the warm cloth between her legs.
When I’m done, I set the cloth aside and meet her gaze again. “Thank you.”
She gives me a tired, quizzical look. I cup her jaw stroking my thumb over the uneven skin of her cheek. “For trusting me.”
Emotion floods her eyes turning them glassy. I bite my tongue to keep from saying the words trying to fight their way free.
