Chapter 8 #3
His eyes return to mine. Pale gray has darkened around the pupils, with the light catching every fine line at the corners. He watches my lips part as his fingers move upward, then drags the fabric against my clit.
Pleasure strikes fast through the hours of waiting. My head touches the door while my thighs open around his hand.
"Hands above you," he says.
I lift them.
Konstantin catches both wrists in one hand, holding them against the wood while he works the ivory band with the other. His fingertips slip past the edge, reaching skin already slick from wanting him. The first direct stroke over my clit sends a hard shiver through my legs.
He does it again.
Around my wrists, his grip remains firm. At my neck, his teeth close lightly below my ear while his fingers circle lower. I arch into the heavy line of his body, each breath rubbing my trapped breasts against the fitted bodice.
"You spent yesterday making me lose," he says against my skin.
His fingers slip between my folds. One enters me without warning, followed by another when my hips push toward him.
"I won fairly."
"You will keep your hands there."
I tighten my fingers together above my head.
His thumb finds my clit while the two fingers inside me curl, filling me with pressure that sharpens on every stroke.
The pleasure rises too quickly after the long teasing afternoon, fed by his strength around my wrists and the hard cock pressing through his trousers.
My breath breaks against his cheek.
Konstantin stops.
The loss makes me pull at his hand before I remember the command. He lifts his head, watching the demand reach my face.
"Please."
His mouth curves without kindness. "You wanted to decide what happens to me."
"I decided you have to finish what you started."
"Later." He removes his fingers, leaving me empty and furious. Before I can lower my hands, he uses the wetness on his fingertips to mark my lower lip.
"Taste what you did to yourself."
I take both fingers into my mouth.
His lips part while breath moves harder through his chest. I close my mouth around his fingers, tasting salt with the slick proof of how much I want this and hold his gaze until he pulls free.
"Turn around."
When I obey, my skirt falls around my legs.
The long mirror beside the door gives me his reflection as he begins opening the hidden fastenings at my back.
His hands are large against the ivory silk, yet each hook gives at his touch without damage.
The bodice loosens slowly. Cool air reaches the skin between my shoulders where his palm rested during the vows.
Konstantin bends his head and kisses the top of my spine.
The softness unsettles me more than the command.
In the mirror, his eyes lift to mine. "Take it off."
I push the straps from my shoulders while he lowers the gown past my waist. The silk slides over my hips with a weight that pools around my feet. I step free in ivory flats, then kick them aside before lifting the dress onto the waiting chair.
The lingerie leaves almost nothing hidden.
The bra cups sit low, sheer ivory stretched across the lower curves of my breasts while my nipples show above the embroidered edge.
Narrow straps frame my bare collarbones.
The matching panties rest high across my hips, their back cut away until only a small triangle covers me.
Firelight warms my reflection from throat to thigh, lingering over the dip of my waist before slipping along my bare legs.
Konstantin looks without touching.
Over the reflection, his attention moves slowly from my breasts to the fabric darkened between my legs.
Whatever ceremony remained vanishes beneath the hunger in his face.
He has seen me in a ruined green dress, the clothes I borrowed from Dasha, and the red sweater I used against him yesterday, yet his raw concentration on my nearly naked body makes all those earlier looks seem courteous.
"Face me."
I turn.
He removes his jacket, folding it once before dropping it over the back of a chair. The silver links follow. When he opens the white shirt, each button reveals more of the body I felt through cloth at the restaurant.
His chest is broad under a dense spread of dark hair that narrows over his stomach.
Muscle holds firm across his shoulders, built thick rather than sharply displayed.
His bare skin is lighter than his face, with a faint red line where the shirt collar pressed at his neck.
Veins rise along his forearms when he pulls the sleeves free.
I've watched those hands manage guns, contracts, and a blue miniature-golf club. Bare against his sides, they make my own hands restless.
His trousers hang low at his hips after he opens them. Dark fabric falls away to expose strong thighs dusted with hair. His cock springs free, thick and fully hard, the broad head already wet. It curves slightly upward over his fist when he strokes once.
Looking at him makes my pussy clench. Konstantin's gaze drops to the movement between my thighs before returning to my face.
"On the bed."
I cross the room without taking my eyes from him. The carpet is soft under my bare feet, followed by cool linen when I sit near the edge. He comes after me naked, his size changing the scale of the bed as he kneels between my knees.
I reach for his cock.
He catches my wrist before I touch him, placing my palm against his chest instead. His heart beats hard under my palm.
"You have the night," he says. "I've waited for this." Konstantin hooks both hands behind my knees and opens me. The ivory fabric is still in place, soaked through the center. He bends over it, pressing his mouth against my pussy through the wet silk.
Heat closes around me.
His tongue moves over the fabric with heavy strokes that make my hips lift from the mattress. The barrier turns slicker against his mouth before he catches the narrow side in his teeth. One sharp pull tears it.
The silk parts with a quiet rip that makes the sight of ivory stretched between his teeth seem even more indecent.
He drags the ruined fabric from under me and then lowers his face between my thighs.
The first pass of his tongue opens me from entrance to clit. I cry out, my hands grabbing the white linen as he does it again. His mouth closes around the swollen peak. Suction pulls pleasure through my stomach while two fingers return inside me, deeper at this angle.
Konstantin keeps one forearm across my hips. I can't escape the pace he chooses. His tongue circles my clit before flattening over it, each change timed to the tightening inside me.
My legs shake against his shoulders. He looks up while his mouth remains on me, pale eyes holding mine from between my open thighs. The image drives me closer. My hands leave his dark hair in disarray. My wetness shines across his lower lip.
"Konstantin."
He answers by curling his fingers.
The orgasm breaks through me with no room left for restraint. My thighs close around his head while my back lifts from the bed. Pleasure pulses around his fingers in hard, luminous bursts before spreading through every muscle he has held tense.
He doesn't stop until the final contraction weakens.
When he rises, his mouth is wet.
Konstantin wipes it with his thumb while watching me breathe. "You're going to take my cock now."
My body tightens again despite the aftershocks. I reach for him with both arms.
He catches my hips and pulls me farther onto the bed. The bra remains on, one cup shifted below my breast. He pushes it lower, exposing both nipples before his body covers mine.
The hard heat of his cock rests against my entrance, making the possibility we named immediate. Nothing separates us. The head slides through the wetness he drew from me, pressing where my body is still swollen from his fingers.
"Look at me," he says.
I do.
Konstantin drives inside.
The first thrust fills me too quickly to hide the stretch. My mouth opens around a cry as he stops deep, giving my body one breath to take him. The pleasure carries a rim of pain, his cock thicker than my muscles expected even after his fingers.
His forehead lowers near mine. "You chose all of me."
"Then move."
He pulls nearly out before thrusting deep again.
The bed rocks with us. White linen drags across my back while his hips set a hard pace, each stroke opening me farther around him. I hook one leg over his waist, bringing him deeper. His hand slides under my thigh and lifts it higher.
Konstantin braces on one forearm, keeping his weight from crushing me while the other hand closes around my breast. His thumb moves over the nipple, rough against the softness made sensitive by the dress.
Every thrust rubs his body across my clit, rebuilding the pleasure he tore through minutes ago.
I dig my nails into his shoulders. The muscles there tighten under my palms. "Harder."
His eyes stay on mine as he gives it to me.