We pause for a moment.
Slowly, reality starts to hit. “This is a bad idea,” she says.
“The worst.”
Finally something we agree on.
She takes one look at my bare chest and then lunges forward, bringing me in for another heated kiss that results in me tearing off her clothes.
Before I know it, she is bare in front of me and I have to muster up some self-control to admire her body for a moment without touching her.
Jesus, she’s a fucking vision.
Her full, round breasts heave in time with her erratic breathing, pink nipples—the same pink nipples I was lucky enough to get a glimpse of at Timur’s wedding—pebbled hard from arousal. I gently squeeze them, teasing myself by watching the way they contort in my palms. Then, my hands travel south and part her legs to admire her pussy for the first time.
Bozhe moy.
Krasivaya zhenshchina.
Her folds are the same pretty pink as her nipples.
I stroke a finger up her center and she releases the most angelic moan I’ve heard in my entire fucking life.
She’s soaking.
“Fuck me,” she says through ragged breaths. “Get inside of me. Now.”
Your wish is my command.
I unbelt my pants and lower them to my knees, springing my cock out. Her eyes visibly widen as they land on it. Something crosses her features, something that looks like‘I’m not sure I can handle that’, but she’s past the point of no return.
I’m already on top of her, the tip of my cock stroking her wet entrance. Her eyes lock with mine once again and the lust I see in them is all I need to thrust straight inside her, raw and deep.
It’s like entering the gates of heaven.
Her head falls back and she releases a guttural moan. I pull out and thrust again, bringing her legs up high to plunge deeper and deeper. She feels fucking amazing, every inch of her walls wrapped around me perfectly.
I grunt but her moans are louder, her breathing erratic. Have to grit my teeth to stop myself from spilling into her like a fucking geyser. She’s so fucking wet, urging me to fuck her harder, deeper, that I almost lose control.
Struggling for room, I move her further up the couch to give myself more momentum. She obeys instantly. For once, it feels like we’re on the same team, both of us chasing the same thing.
So, I pull out of her.
“No!” she snaps. “What are you doing?”
“You want it back?”
“Yes!”
“Then you’re going to beg.”
Her temper rises in an instant. The lust in her eyes mixes with an emotion I’ve already seen in her multiple times. Fury.
But still, she’s oozing with wetness.
I don’t know who I’m torturing more—myself or her.
Seeing me staring between her legs, she opens them wider and teases a finger through her petals, staring me in the eyes. “Make me.”
