~ 18 ~
ANYA
Sabri’s flushed, pert nipple is a glorious sight to behold. I’d really like to push her down and get her in my mouth—I could savor her from those almost infuriatingly perfect breasts, across her stomach, to where I really want to get my lips.
Only problem is that she’s both bigger and, unfortunately, stronger than I am. She’s also predictably unpredictable. Her earlier enthusiasm caught me a bit off-guard, albeit in a very pleasurable way, but it could evaporate as quickly as it came. The smallest misstep could have her storming out of the pool again, Mikko be damned. There’s not much I could do to stop her right now if she decided to leave or, worse, go back to choosing violence and strangle me instead.
Though honestly, with her breasts in my grip and her spit on my lips, I don’t think I’d mind.
Sabri gasps and I realize I’ve pressed more than I intended. Her nipple is harder than the stone beneath my bare ass.
I’ll make this really good for her , I decide, until she can’t think of anything else.
After all, she’s the one who said I don’t have to behave.
“Sab…” I whisper, as sweet as honey. I give her nipple a little twist. She bends into it.
Glorious.
“You really haven’t ever…” I nod toward where her hips disappear into the water. “With anyone?”
Sabri blinks a few times, and although her pale eyelashes are lowered, I can see her gaze flick to the side and back again. The flush on her cheeks sinks into an entire new shade as she whispers, “Just my fingers.”
That shouldn’t make me nearly as pleased as it does. Unraveling Sabri in ways no one else has is more than an achievement—it also feels right. There’s something about this that seems destined in a way that’s hard to get my mind around.
Just us: Anya and Sab. I can’t help but sense that this is how it’s supposed to be.
“Looks like I’m getting away with a lot today,” I say as I dip my head. I breathe lightly against the wet skin of Sabri’s neck.
She shivers against me.
“Here’s an idea.” I twist my legs and sit flat against the floor of the pool. “Spread your legs.”
Sabri pauses for a minute. I hold my breath.
She moves, and I’m not sure which is better—that Sabri is doing what I tell her to for once, or that she’s spread open, stretched over my lap.
“That’s good,” I say as I pull my hands down the sides of her waist. Her hips vanish beneath the cloudy surface, but it’s fine—I don’t need to see to give her what she so clearly wants.
I stretch my thumbs and drag them over her sides. My fingers find wet curls. I’m rewarded with a low moan above me.
This is usually when I draw things out. Foreplay is such a great way to wreck a woman, and there’s nothing more powerful than making a pretty lady helpless and desperate beneath your touch.
For some reason, though, I can’t wait—my fingers trail over Sabri with purpose and dip eagerly into the searing heat between her legs.
She’s mind-shatteringly hot and wet between her folds. I was going to go slow, tease her, but I’m unable to stop myself from slipping in deeper. The urge to have her, to know her like no one else has, is overpowering.
Mesmerized by Sabri, I trace through her valley until my fingers find her clit.
Sabri gasps, louder. Her hands lock onto my shoulders as her head dips forward.
“Anya…” she breathes, and it’s so close to a moan that it has me swallowing.
I tease around her clit. She’s already so swollen. Not to mention that the slick wetness inside her isn’t from the water. Her eagerness must be contagious—all I can think about is her, and how I’m going to pull her over the edge of bliss.
Using two fingers, I press light circles around her clit. I circle two times with a teasing touch, then drag a more forceful loop over her most sensitive place.
With her legs spread wide and her arms keeping her perched over me, there’s not much Sabri can do but buck her hips weakly. It’s a fantastic look on her.
My fingers glide through her folds, varying the pressure. She begins to tremble above me.
“If I had only known it would go like I this,” I whisper as I draw a light circle, staying wide and only barely brushing by her clit. “I wouldn’t have waited so long to set the trap. Would’ve had you like this for me ages ago.”
I pull my fingers through her in another loop, slightly closer to where I know she wants it most.
Sabri’s breath comes in rough pants near my forehead. Her grip on my shoulders is so tight that it hurts. I’m sure I’ll have bruises there tomorrow—and knowing they’ll be in the shape of her hands sends a bolt of something right to my core.
“Anya, please…”
“Still,” I say, teasing another light circle and Sabri moans, desperation clinging to her voice. “Since it ended up with you writhing on my fingers so prettily, calling my name like this... I can’t say I regret a thing.”
Sabri grinds down on me. Her head falls back, mouth open and eyes shut. Her grip on my shoulder is lethal.
Watching her be completely fucked out and spread for me has my heart clenching. I can’t tear my eyes away nor can I control myself when I look at her. The princess really is gorgeous. She’s beautiful when she’s cold, she’s lovely and fierce when she’s angry. But here? Now? With her legs spread, flushed a deep red, and my fingers twisting inside her?
Godly.
Sabri’s hips jerk forward as she pushes down desperately against me. It’s such a wanton, fucked-out look that I’d never thought I’d get to see on the princess’s face—having her like this is pure ecstasy.
She slams her hips down a few more times.
I give in, rubbing unyielding pressure against her clit.
With a long, loud moan, Sabri comes around my fingers.