Chapter 12 #3
His eyes nearly roll back into his head when she increases the pressure and depth. Just like he imagined, she takes him deep. Expertly. Mouth and hands working in unison, she sucks him in, then pulls him out, letting her teeth scrape to add just a hint of pain.
He hisses and shudders, wracked with pleasure. “Fuck! Just like that.”
She smiles up at him and does it again. And again.
Dimly, he notices that she’s squirming and pressing her thighs together again. Maybe she really is enjoying herself.
“Are you wet?” he asks, almost afraid to know the answer. “Is your pussy soaked just from sucking my dick, Ptichka?”
She moans at the sound of the pet name, and it reverberates all the way through him to his heavy balls.
“Touch yourself,” he pleads. “I want to see how wet you are.”
As if to remind him that he doesn’t get to make demands, she narrows her eyes at him. But she keeps sucking. And to his immense satisfaction, she slides a hand inside her pants and touches herself.
She moans around his cock, and her eyes flutter closed. She widens her knees to give herself more room, and through the fabric of her tight pants, he can see her fingers dancing frantically. After a few seconds, she pulls her fingers out.
They’re glistening wet with the evidence of her arousal. He groans.
A look of wicked mischief dances through her eyes before she slowly lifts her fingers to his mouth, offering a taste.
Like a man offered a drink after one hundred days in the desert, he sucks her fingers into his mouth greedily.
The flavor of her hits his tongue, and it’s all he can do not to come then and there. Sweet and tart, just like her. It’s ambrosia.
Unable to help it, his hips buck, forcing himself farther down her throat.
She pulls herself off him with a slurp and pulls her fingers from his mouth. “Ah, ah, ah,” she chides, chuckling.
He’d been close, he realizes, slightly grateful that she stopped. Two more seconds of her mouth on him, and he might not have been able to hold out.
But then, he realizes he’s in for a new kind of torture when she stands and begins stripping.
With a confident, wanton look on her face, she peels her sweater off over her head and slowly, torturously, slides her pants down. Her simple black bra and thong are next, until she’s there, bare before him.
He’s never seen a more gorgeous sight.
“Ulayna.” He says her name like a benediction, grateful to whatever god there might be out there that she’s giving him this privilege. Because that’s what it is. Seeing her. Getting to experience this with her—it’s a privilege he never thought he’d earn.
But then she starts touching herself, and he’s suddenly sure that he’s headed to hell, not heaven. He’ll dream about this sinful and alluring sight for the rest of his life.
Eyes never leaving him, she slides a hand up to her breast and massages it, then rolls her nipple between two fingers. At the same time, her other hand drifts down between her thighs. Hesitantly at first, then with more confidence, she uses her middle finger to circle her clit.
His breath puffs out like a bull, and thunder roars in his ears as he watches her slide two fingers inside herself.
“Let me see,” he says, frustrated that her hand is blocking what he so desperately wants to see.
She smirks at him. Feeling brave and sexy, she lifts one foot to his thigh. Balancing on her other leg, she opens herself to him. The look on his face is hungry, ravenous.
Dear god, this is going to kill him. She’s right there. So pink and pretty. Glistening. And he can’t do anything but sit here and watch. He tugs at the restraints around his hands.
She laughs and leans forward, just a little. Teasing him. Taunting him.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Toying with me? Teasing me?”
“Of course,” she says, her voice breathy and low.
Glorying in his obvious desire and frustration, she adds a third finger. She’s never felt this way before. Never felt this desired or powerful. It’s addictive. It’s thrilling. It’s everything.
He’s entranced as he watches her fingers slide in and out of her wet pussy. She moans, and her legs start shaking.
He realizes she’s close. So close. And while he can’t touch her, he can still help her get there.
“Is it my fingers you’re imagining?” he asks, his voice husky with need. “Are you imagining what it would feel like to have me inside you? Filling you? Stretching you?”
Her breath hitches, and she closes her eyes. She pushes her fingers in and out of herself, frantic, chasing her release, but unable to find it.
“Take it,” he offers. “Use me and take what you need.”
Uncertainty hits her. But he waits patiently, giving her the choice. He always gives her the choice.
Slowly, purposely, she lowers her foot from his thigh. She moves forward and lifts her other leg to straddle him, one leg dangling down on either side of his hips.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, now that she’s finally close enough.
She nods, unable to say the words.
And for the first time, his mouth finds hers.
Suddenly, her world seems to tilt on a new axis. Just like that moment in her bedroom, her world seems to narrow until there is only him and this kiss. The brush of his lips against hers and the feeling of his skin pressed against hers.
The lighthearted teasing is gone, and in its place is only dark desire.
Alexi tries to keep it gentle, undemanding. But when she hesitates, he nips at her lips.
With a soft gasp, she surrenders to the kiss and parts her lips. He doesn’t need any more encouragement.
He delves into her mouth, exploring the taste of her with tongue and teeth.
She moans and wraps her hands around his neck, pulling him closer.
As she gets lost in the kiss, she presses her hips forward, letting his thick length slide between her folds.
But it’s not enough. She can’t get enough.
He’s right there, and she wants more. She wants all of him with an urgency she can’t describe.
This pleasure—this aching, sweet pleasure—is like nothing she’s ever experienced before.
And for the first time, she feels empty.
Like her world might end if she can’t feel him inside her.
She breaks the kiss and pulls back a few inches, searching his eyes for answers to questions she doesn’t even know to ask.
“Take what you need,” he repeats.