He takes my free hand and draws my fingers into his mouth, sucking on them until they glisten with moisture before guiding my hand to his cock. “Use both hands… yes, that’s my girl.”
Why is this so fucking hot?
I have to press my thighs together to still the prickling sensation there while he leans in to kiss me again in a fierce dance of tongues and teeth, and I feel him unraveling with each passing second.
But then he stops me.
“Now it’s my turn to have a little fun with you,” he murmurs, his hand wandering across my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard peaks. He continues his exploration, his fingers tracing a path down my stomach until they reach the heat between my thighs. “Shit, you’re wet.”
His fingers work with skilled precision, coaxing gasps and moans from my lips as he massages my clit with his thumb while pushing two fingers into me. “Put your hands above your head… just like that. Now let me play with you while you close your eyes.”
I do as he says, and he continues playing, exploring, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. His lips find mine once more, and as he kisses me, I let go, surrendering to the sensation of being utterly and completely owned by him.
When he pushes a third finger inside me, my eyes flicker open, and I break the kiss with a moan, starting to squirm as Misha’s fingers work their magic.
“You think that’s hot?” Misha whispers, low and husky.
He’s seemingly searching my eyes for any sign of discomfort.
But there is none.
It feels full and fucking delicious.
When I nod, almost begging for him to continue, the new intensity in his gaze sets my skin ablaze. There’s something almost feral in the way he looks at me, like he’s barely holding onto his control.
“Yes? God, I love it when you nod. Nod again for me.” His words are a command, one that I’m all too eager to obey.
A flush creeps up my neck when I nod, the heat of it matching the fire he’s stoking between my thighs.
“Yeah, I think it’s fucking hot, too,” he says, a grin spreading over his lips, the kind of grin that promises all sorts of wicked delights. “Shh, don’t tell anyone.” He silences my giggle with a kiss, then murmurs, “Turn around for me.”
I don’t hesitate and turn on my side, then he pulls me closer by the hips, his grip firm yet gentle. His hands on me feel like a brand, marking me as his in this moment.
“Now, I’m going to cuddle fuck you till we come or you fall asleep. I don’t care how long it takes. Is that okay?” he rumbles against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I nod, the movement a silent affirmation of my desire for him, for this.
Please, fuck me.
I reach behind me and grab his cock, teasing him against my opening and clit, relishing the way his breath hitches at my touch. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing that I can affect him so deeply, so immediately, just like he does to me.
Misha’s groans turn desperate when I don’t let him glide inside me, only up and down my slit.
“Amelia.Please.” I giggle at how desperate he starts to sound, the power I hold over him intoxicating. “Please, Bug,” he pleads, a sultry rasp in my ear. “I’ve been such a good boy. Don’t I deserve a reward?” I’m teetering on the edge, caught between the desire to draw out his torment and the need to feel him inside me. “You’re such a tease, please let me fuck you.” I guide the head of his cock to my entrance, letting him feel just how ready I am for him. “Let me fuck you. Please.” His lips trail along the side of my neck, placing soft, worshipful kisses up to my jaw. His cock glides up and down my slit, the sensation of him rubbing against my clit making my toes curl. “I’ve been so good to you, and you’re so mean to me.”
“I like how it feels,” I confess, the admission slipping from my lips in a breathy whisper.
“Oh, yeah?” Misha squeezes my hips. “I’ll make you a deal. You put me inside you, and I’ll play with your clit. How does that sound?”
It sounds like a deal.
Eager for him, I align the head of his cock with my entrance and sink back onto his length, both of us groaning in unison at the exquisite sensation. It’s like coming home, a feeling of completeness that I can’t quite put into words.
Misha takes it slow, pushing inside only to slowly retreat while playing with my clit as promised. His thrusts grow increasingly harder, a tantalizing escalation.
Yes.
“I can’t help it, I wanna do that slow little cuddle fuck thing, but you make me wanna fuck you hard,” he confesses, his voice strained with the effort of holding back as he thrusts into me.
