Everywhere. Everywhere is the answer.
She’s clawing at my shoulders now, completely gone, and I’m not much better. We’re a mess of skin and breath and half-removed clothes, and the whole room feels too small to contain how fast this is escalating.
“Aleksei,” she says, wrecked. “Please.”
I look at her, my hand still between her thighs, and know with total clarity that there is no stopping this now. I push her back against the cushions and drop to my knees between her thighs before she can say another word.
Her breath catches. The look on her face nearly ruins me all by itself.
“You have no idea,” I murmur, hands sliding up her stockings, spreading her wider, “how long I’ve wanted to do this properly.”
Then I put my mouth on her.
She jolts with a sharp cry, fingers flying into my hair as my tongue drags through her slow and deep, tasting her exactly the way I’ve been imagining for days. She’s hot and wet and already trembling, and I take my time with the first few strokes just to feel her react. Just to hear her.
“Aleksei…”
I groan against her, the vibration making her shudder. I lick her again, then circle her clit with the tip of my tongue until her hips start moving on their own, chasing me. My hands grip her thighs harder, holding her exactly where I want her while I suck her clit into my mouth and give her the pressure she’s been begging for.
Her whole body arches. “Oh God?—”
“Not him,” I say roughly against her. “Me.”
She laughs and moans at the same time, half-dazed already, and that sound goes straight to my cock. I keep going, tongue working her in slow, filthy strokes, then harder when she starts panting and clutching at my head like she’s losing the ability to think.
I look up once.
She’s spread out on the sofa, hair a mess, breasts bare and flushed, nipples tight and aching from my mouth. I can’t leave them alone for long. I rise just enough to drag one into my hand, then bend to kiss and suck there too, alternating between licking her wet cunt and closing my mouth over her nipple, teasing one while devouring the other.
She’s a wreck instantly.
The combination makes her shake. Her thighs quiver around my shoulders, her fingers tugging my hair, then sliding down to cup the back of my neck as if she can’t decide whether to hold me there or pull me closer.
“Too much?” I ask, though I know damn well it isn’t.
“No,” she gasps. “No, don’t you dare stop.”
I smile against her skin and take the other breast, sucking hard enough to leave her whimpering while my tongue circles back to her clit. She’s dripping over my chin now, soaking my mouth, and every little jerk of her body tells me how close she’s getting.
I push two fingers into her again, curling them exactly where she needs, and she cries out, hips grinding helplessly against my hand and mouth.
“That’s it,” I murmur, then lick her harder. “Come for me.”
She does. Her orgasm tears through her with a sharp, broken moan, her body tightening under me as she comes around my fingers and on my tongue. I keep licking her through it, greedy, drawing every tremor out until she’s oversensitive and writhing.
Only then do I lift my head.
Her eyes are glassy. Her lips are parted. She looks dazed and wrecked and so fucking pretty that my restraint snaps completely.
I stand, drag her up by the wrists, and kiss her hard. She tastes herself on my mouth and moans into me, licking deeper, greedier, her hands already fumbling with my belt and zipper.
“You’re overdressed,” she whispers.
“That can be fixed.”
I shove my trousers and briefs down enough to free my cock, and her eyes drop. The sound she makes is pure want. Then she does something that nearly takes my knees out from under me.
She sinks down onto the carpet in front of me, looking up through dark lashes as she wraps one hand around me.
