Chapter 26 #2
Bea doesn’t hesitate. She surges forward, and I meet her in the middle for a fierce kiss.
Her tongue strokes in, playing with mine in a dance so sensual I can’t help but rock my hips toward her, grinding against her hot core positioned on the edge of the granite.
Her mouth breaks from mine on a gasp when I walk my fingers underneath the hem of the worn hoodie she’s wearing.
It’s mine, drowning her frame but sparking life to my possessive nature. I lift it easily off her and groan.
“No bra?” I stare hungrily at the hard, dusky peaks atop the soft, pink flesh of her bare breasts.
“I’m not wearing that tit prison when I’m home,” she scoffs. I cup her swells in my hands, my thumb and forefinger rolling her nipples, causing her to arch into my touch. “If you think that’s bad, Nikita, wait until you get me out of these leggings.”
“Solnyshka,” I growl, and she smiles. I pinch them hard, and Bea hisses. I offer an unapologetic smirk before bending to brush away the sting with a soft kiss to each. Bea leans back, her palms flat on the surface, but I don’t want her relaxing in my attention just yet.
“Up,” I tell her. With her help, I get her on the floor in front of me.
Before I can hook my thumbs into the material at her waist and pull down the leggings that look like a second skin, Bea grabs my hard cock through my sweats.
She strokes up and down, ending her brief tease with a firm squeeze.
When she releases me, the rush of blood south has me groaning. “Yebat.”
“No, Nikita.” With a bold and saucy smirk, Bea turns to face the counter.
I swallow thickly when she shows off her lack of underwear.
Stretching like a cat, flattening her back and pushing out her hips, she looks over her shoulder at me.
The angle parts her thighs enough to offer a glimpse of her pussy, glistening with need. “I want you to fuck me.”
One-handed, I whip my shirt off. It falls to the floor as I shuck out of my sweats, my cock standing tall. The precum gathered at the tip catches the light, pulling Bea’s focus there. She licks her lips and stares at it, her body beginning to turn toward me.
“Uh-uh,” I chide, running a hand down her spine, relishing the goosebumps that follow the wake of my touch. “Hands on the counter.”
The barest hint of disappointment flashes across Bea’s face.
But I’ve waited weeks for this, and I know exactly what I want.
When Bea’s hands are spread across the island, I drop to a crouch behind her.
Using the back of my hands, I skirt my touch up the inside of her thighs, power coursing through me when she shudders and sighs, pressing her ass out farther.
“Needy fucking girl, aren’t you?” I tease, a thumb playing through the wetness of her core. Bea’s head drops, and she moans an affirmative sound. Bringing my other thumb up, I spread her and trace my tongue where I know she’s aching.
The burst of sweet flavor that is uniquely Bea explodes across my tongue and sets loose the ravenous beast inside me.
I devour her with single-minded focus until she shakes and bucks against my face, riding the high of her release.
I hold her against me, drinking down every drop she has to offer until her body relaxes, and she twists away with sensitivity.
As I rise to my feet, Bea is draped over the counter, curls swirling around her shoulders as they heave and she tries to catch her breath. Her skin has the barest sheen of sweat, and her eyes are unfocused with the post-orgasm haze she’s smiling through.
“Oh my fucking God,” she mumbles over and over again. The words are not holy, but a divine prayer all the same. I grip my cock, pumping once, twice, before I pull out the nearest barstool. Bea’s eyes focus on the scrape of the chair leg against the tile, a question lingering in them.
Abandoning the hold on my desperate cock, I lift Bea’s leg, setting her knee in the center of the plush seat.
She rises to her tiptoes on her standing leg and gasps when the position spreads her open for me.
I step up behind her, weaving an arm behind her elbows, and hoist her up, holding her in place.
Her back arches, and I press a kiss to her exposed shoulder.
“Ready for more?” I ask. Using my other hand, I swipe the head of my cock through her wetness, dipping it in at her entrance before repeating the action. Bea nods enthusiastically. “Tell me, solnyshka. Tell me how badly you want it.”
“I want it. So much,” she starts, looking at me through her lashes.
Her bottom lip pouts out, and her tits are thrust in front of her.
I wish I had more hands so I could hold them as I thrust into her.
Instead, I feed her the first inches of my cock, the heat and tightness around it causing my head to drop where I just kissed her skin.
“Yes, Nikita. Forgot how big your cock was.”
I push forward another inch and pull back, my shaft slick with Bea’s arousal, then press in again. I let my cock go and grip the flesh of Bea’s thigh as I work myself deeper. Her soft skin and breathy gasps are the only anchors I have to keep me from driving in as hard and fast as possible.
“Fuck me full,” Bea begs, “Give me everything.”
I’m lost to her desires. My hips piston in and out as I bend my knees to go even faster.
The change of angle nudges a spot in Bea that has her shaking in my arms on the edge of completion.
I skim my hand over her hip to the front of her, fingers searching for her clit.
The high-pitched moan Bea lets out confirms I’ve found it, and I begin circling the engorged bud with the pad of my finger.
“This pussy,” I tell her. My balls tingle when Bea begins to tighten around my cock. She’s close, and I’m not far behind. “Dreamed of it. But this is better than any fantasy. You’re better than any fantasy. Fucking perfect the way you squeeze me.”
I press on her clit when I feel the ripples of her orgasm along my shaft.
They grow, and I thrust harder, desperate to topple over the edge with her.
When Bea cries out, her pussy clamps down on me, contracting in a way that leaves me helpless to do anything but let her milk my orgasm from me.
My own shout signals my release, hard and fast, unloading as I pull her against me.
“Ya tebya lyublyu.” I release my hold on her and wrap my arms around her.
“I love you, too.”