"I'm not demanding." I move around the counter until I'm standing beside her. "I'm asking… And you want me to protect your family, but I want you to stop fighting me at every turn."
"You know that's a bit unfair." She shifts, and it looks like she's squirming, though I can't tell if it's out of attraction or if she's upset with me. "Protecting my family shouldn't come with sexual conditions attached."
"You're right, it shouldn't. And I'd be a fool to withhold that." I turn her stool so she's facing me. "The protection is already happening, Tatiana, but if you want me at the top of my game,if you want me sharp and focused on keeping you and everyone you care about alive, then I need to be relaxed."
"And sex relaxes you?" she says softly, and her head dips until she's looking up at me through her lashes as a smile plays at her lips. I've never felt the heat so hot between us as right now.
"With you? Yes." I put my hands on the counter on either side of her, boxing her in. "A man who's calm and satisfied is a man who makes better decisions. A man who's frustrated and tense makes mistakes."
Her cheeks are pink now, lips flushed dark red, like I imagine the soft folds between her legs are. She's ripe for the plucking, and I'm feeling myself swell.
"So, this is about strategy?" she asks with a grin. "You want to sleep with me for tactical reasons?" I swear she almost snickers.
"I want to sleep with you because I haven't stopped thinking about you since the last time." I lean in closer and peek down the front of her top. "It's been days and I can still hear the sounds you made when you came unglued.”
"Stop," she says tartly, pressing her hand to my chest.
"Why?" My mouth is close to her ear as I whisper, "You want it too. I can see it in the way you're looking at me right now."
"I'm not looking at you any particular way." She tries to lean back, but there's nowhere to go. I've got her right where I want her, and she's blushing. "I'm just eating pizza."
"You were eating pizza." I brush my lips against her neck. "Now you're thinking about how good it felt when I had you in my bed."
"You're very confident," she breathes, but it's so shallow and raspy, I know I'm getting to her.
"I have reason to be." My hand slides up her thigh. "You kissed me back last time. You came twice. You wrapped your legs around me and begged for more."
"Well… I was drunk." Her protest is weak.
"Not that drunk." I pull back just enough to look at her face. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
She opens her mouth to argue, but I don't give her the chance. I kiss her, and after a moment of hesitation, she kisses me back. Her hands come up to grip my shirt and she pulls me closer.
Her lips are soft and hungry, and I deepen the kiss while my hands move to her waist. I've been craving this since the last time I had her.
My fingers find the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She breaks the kiss long enough for me to drag it over her head before her mouth is back on mine. Her hands work at the buttons of my shirt and I help her by shrugging out of it when she gets them open.
"Bedroom?" I manage between kisses.
"Yeah," she answers breathlessly. She's already moving backward and I follow her while my hands explore bare skin. Every curve, every inch she gives I take another. She’s addictive and I can’t get enough of her. She makes my cock strain so hard, I feel like the skin will split open.
Her bra comes off somewhere between the kitchen and the hallway. My hands cup her breasts and she gasps into my mouthwhen I squeeze them. Her nipples are hard against my palms and I roll them between my fingers making her whimper.
We stumble through the bedroom door still kissing and groping as I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed, and then I work at her pants. The button pops open, and I slide the zipper down before pushing them over her hips.
She steps out of them and reaches for my belt where her fingers fumble with the buckle and I cover her hands with mine to help. Together, we get my pants open, and I kick them off along with my shoes.
When she turns to climb into bed, I snatch her and pull her back against my chest, then wrap my arms around her as one hand slides down her stomach into her panties. Tatiana gasps as I press my fingers to her clit, finding her soaked already. My fingers find her entrance and slide inside easily.
"Such a good girl," I purr against her skin, nipping at her neck as I rub and plunge my fingers between her folds.
"Oh, God," she moans, and her head falls back against my shoulder while I use my other hand to hold her upright.
I work my fingers in and out while the heel of my hand finds the sensitive bundle of nerves and rubs it. She makes low mewls and grunts that drive me crazy and her hips rock against my hand seeking more friction and pleasure. I love it when she’s like this, eager and begging for more, and I sink my teeth into the side of her neck to help myself keep control. God, do I want her.
"That's it." I kiss her neck while adding another finger. "Let me feel you." Every time my fingers sink in, more moisture puddles in my palm. Tatiana wants this worse than I do. She's got afucking fountain between her legs and I've barely touched her, but I feel how tense her body is for me.
Her breathing becomes more erratic and I can tell she's close. I increase the pressure with my palm and curl my fingers inside her rubbing the rough bunch of nerves just inside her entrance.. Her whole body tenses and then she's shaking as the climax tears through her. Her back arches away from me, and her head presses on my shoulder. Her pussy clamps down in slow pulses on my fingers and when her legs go wobbly I grip her around the waist harder to keep her upright.
