His eyes don’t leave mine, and it makes everything worse in the best way. He keeps circling my clit while another finger slides deeper, and a helpless sound breaks from me.
I swear I could die from the way this feels, from the way he watches me come apart with every touch.
His fingers pinch my clit just enough to make the pleasure spike sharp on both sides, and a cry tears out of me before I can swallow it. He leans in, his mouth so close, lips firm and tempting enough that I almost get brave enough to go for a kiss.
But I don’t, held back by the lack of experience.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “You know that?”
His thumb brushes over my center once more as his thrusts deepen, and I’m so wet I can hear the slick sound of my body responding to him.
When he circles my clit just right, it hits so hard that my breath stutters and a whimper slips out. My body gives in completely, my hand gripping his forearm, the muscle flexing beneath my fingers as he presses inside me to the third knuckle. It’s too much. Too good. I never imagined it could be like this.
I’ve wanted him for so long, there’s no escaping it now. Every time he walked into the diner, I wondered what it would be like to be wanted by him like this. And now that I have it, there’s no going back.
His other hand slides up my back until he’s got my hair twisted tight around his wrist. The sharp pull knocks another moan out of me, and he answers with a low growl.
“Dai mne kazhdyi zvuk.”
He drives deeper, harder, until my legs tremble and I’m barely holding myself upright.
“That’s it,” he says, rough in my ear. “Give me every sound, detka. It’s mine.”
I want to be his. Right here, right now, it’s as though I already am.
My nails sink into his arm, and the heat rushes through me in one hard wave that starts low and keeps spreading until I’m trembling and I can’t do anything but hold on.
“Oh, God.” The words fall out of me on a raspy whisper.
Kirill groans, rough and strained, vibrating against my skin.
“I can’t stop now, solnishko.” His teeth clench, like he’s barely able to restrain himself.
“I don’t want you to.” The truth spills out before I can think it through.
I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way, not completely, but I want to. That much is undeniable.
He lets out another husky sound, his eyes locked on mine, his grip in my hair firm as he keeps me exactly where he wants me. Circling my throbbing center, he draws out his finger, then thrusts in with a slow curl, dragging every nerve ending awake until my knees are weak and my head starts to spin. My body arches toward his touch, chasing the pleasure like it’s the only thing that matters.
“How many men have been inside this pretty cunt?”
Shame flares for half a second, then turns into something hotter, and I grip around him on instinct, like my body is answering him faster than words ever could.
“Just one,” I manage, my breath catching when his thumb doesn’t stop, when it keeps circling like he wants to pull the truth out of me with pleasure. “And it only happened once.”
His features twist like the idea pains him. It’s absurd, considering a man like him has probably had dozens of women—women who know exactly what to do with him—while I wouldn’t even know where to start.
“And no one has had a taste of all of this before?” He pushes his palm flat against my pussy and rubs until I cry out, my nails digging into him, my body riding on a high I’ve never experienced.
“No, never.”
His mouth curls like he likes that answer too much. “That’s good.”
Then he plunges two fingers inside me, sudden and deep enough that I gasp, my body writhing around him before I can catch up.
“That’s really good.”
“Yes…oh, God.” My voice breaks, not even sounding like mine as the sensation builds too fast, too sharp.
