37. Konstantin
37
KONSTANTIN
Emily giggles as I spin her around one more time when we return to our hotel room. Her cheeks are flushed and the watery material of the lavender dress swishes about her shapely legs as she sits down on the bed.
“My feet are killing me.” She undoes the pins holding her hair in place and shakes her wavy chestnut curls loose.
My heartbeat quickens at how effortlessly sexy she looks with that single motion. When she bends down to reach for the clasps of her heels, I kneel before her.
“Let me do it.”
Our eyes lock, and something flutters across her face as she slowly sits back up to watch me work.
One shoe comes off, and then the other. With a careless toss, I let them clatter away somewhere in the room.
Emily sighs contently as I massage her left foot gently, starting from the sole and moving all the way up to the base of her toes.
“God, that feels so good.” She breathes as she lifts her leg higher. “Thank you. ”
Squeezing and kneading gently, I draw out one sigh after another.
And slowly, her sighs turn to moans.
The irresistible scent of honeysuckle and brown sugar wafts over to me, beckoning me to lean in closer to find the source. My eyes run up along her shapely calf. Then my hands follow, slowly massaging her calf to draw out another appreciative moan from her nose.
She shifts slightly, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh just under the watery material of her dress. My cock begins to harden in my pants.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to her shin, and kiss my way up the length of her legs.
“Oh …” she breathes at the sudden heat and closes her eyes.
The scent of honeysuckle and brown sugar grows stronger as I move higher. Her skin turns warmer in response. She’s setting me—my heart and my soul—ablaze with desire.
“Is this what you wanted, Kitty Cat?” I murmur against her knee and push the watery dress higher up to reveal her milky thighs.
Her hands find their way into my hair and she pants. “Yes.”
Nibbling along her thigh, one scorching inch at a time, I approach her wet core. Emily’s breath quickens above me as she falls silent, but through her soft skin, I can feel her heart racing in time with mine.
The skirt of her dress hikes higher and higher. I catch a glimpse of the pink cotton panties between her legs, and I can’t keep a low groan from punching its way out of my throat .
All I want is to bury my face between her lovely legs. To taste her sweet pussy. To lap up every drop of her nectar.
But just then, she crosses her legs to keep me from what I want.
I look up and see a playful fire burning in her dazzling sapphire eyes.
“Do you think it’s going to be that easy to get between my legs, my pakhan?” she whispers.
I can’t help the smile curling up on my lips. She bites her lower lip when she sees it.
“Shouldn’t it be?” I ask softly.
Without breaking eye contact, I push my face towards her thigh and try to kiss them apart.
To Emily’s credit, she holds fast, even as a shiver runs through her spine and goosebumps dot along her pale freckled skin.
“You have to earn it,” she says.
I look at her, waiting for her to set the conditions. She scoots up the bed and keeps her legs crossed the entire time.
I can stand up and push them apart without effort. Both of us knows that.
But this isn’t about what I can do. It’s about what she can make me do.
So, I stay on my knees and run my finger along her thighs. “How do I earn my way between your legs, Kitty Cat?”
She leans forward, tips my chin up, and presses her soft lips gently against mine. “You have to tell me how badly you want it.”
“More than anything in the world.” I answer, my voice rasping.
It’s the truth .
“Uh-uh.” Her eyes turn devious. She runs her fingers along the lines of my jaw, and taps my lips with every word. “I want you to be specific.”
“Like this,” I tell her as my tongue sweeps out and curls around her finger.
She lets me guide her finger into my mouth. Without breaking eye contact, I suck it slowly. Her scent grows stronger with every passing second.
“Tell me how,” she whispers as a flush moves up over her face. “Kostya.”
Kostya …
There was a time when I bristled at how easily she used my diminutive. But now, it’s like chocolate to my ears.
Reluctantly, I let her finger go and lean forward until she is all I see. “I want to kiss your legs apart.”
And then, as if to show her that I mean to do exactly that, I kiss the seam between her thighs. “And once I kiss them apart, I’m going to lick my way up until I’m at your entrance.”
“And then?” she breathes, and her legs start loosening.
My hands slip underneath her thighs and move up. “Then I’ll pull back just enough to admire your beautiful legs before I spread them. I want to get a good look at you. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
“What if I’m already wet for you?” Her legs part further until they’re no longer stacked on top of each other but side to side.
I take my opportunity and move my hands up until I’m cupping her ass. Bending down, I kiss and nibble my way up her thigh.
“Then I’m going to peel your underwear away,” I say huskily. “And wring every drop of you from it. ”
“Not from my pussy?” she bites her lips as my hands start massaging her ass.
“Not yet.” My nose starts pushing her legs apart. Her scent is overwhelming now. It draws me in close, and my cock is straining against my own pants, begging for release.
But this isn’t the time for that.
“When?” Her legs part to give me better access.
“When your thighs are slick and wet from both of us.” My teeth graze gently over her creamy skin. “When your legs are trembling in anticipation.” I kiss my way forward. “When you start begging me. Then, and only then, will I tease your soaked lips apart, suck on your clit, and lick you again and again until you’re dripping into my mouth and all over my chin.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
Her hands fist in my hair again and she opens her legs completely. The alluring scent of honeysuckle and brown sugar hangs in the air—thick and heavy—as I start licking my way up.
Her breaths are ragged now, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Wherever I touch her, she leans into my caress. By the time I set my lips on her thighs, her muscles are shaking.
I run the tip of my nose from her knee up the length of her thigh, inhaling the scent of her skin, and become gradually subsumed by the delicious scent of her pussy.
“Look at me,” she says.
And I do.
Refusing to break eye contact, I make my way forward until my breath hovers over her panties. Even without looking, I can feel how soaked they are.
With a gentle nip, I take the thin garment in my mouth and start tugging it down to expose her glistening cunt. Her rich sweet taste fills my mouth, and I suck at the cotton greedily.
But nothing can compare to what’s waiting for me at the source.
“Do you like the way those panties taste?” she asks.
“Yes.” I strain.
Freeing my hands from under her ass, I grab the lip of her panties and give them a quick tug. The fabric rips apart, and I press them close to my nose, inhaling her scent. I close my eyes and suck every dewy drop of her from the tattered material.
When I open my eyes, Emily has propped herself up on her elbows to watch me.
“Can I have a taste?” She reaches up with one hand, crooks her finger at me, and I bend down to kiss her.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth the moment our lips touch, and she moans against my mouth as her hips start arching.
When we break apart, I caress her face and whisper. “You dirty girl.”
“I’m your dirty girl,” she replies.
Unable to hold back anymore, I kiss my way down past the sensitive bit of skin where her shoulder meets her neck, drawing a tiny moan from her lips. When my lips catch the watery materials of the dress, I snarl at how it hides her body from me.
Without another thought, I take hold of the beautiful garment in my hands and give it a tug.
The sound of fabric ripping makes Emily’s eyes open, and she gasps.
“You ruined my dress.”
She doesn’t sound upset. Instead, she sounds excited .
“I’ll buy you another.” I continue ripping at the dress to expose her breasts, her belly, and her hips.
“I’ll buy you as many dresses as you want, and ruin one after another.”
She presses her finger against my lips, the devious fire in her eyes burning brighter with every second. “Do you remember what you said to me in Buric’s shop?”
“That every dress you ruin …” I start.
“… is another hole you’ll destroy,” she finishes. “Two can play this game, Konstantin.”
My cock is throbbing between my pants now, harder than it has ever been. “Oh?”
She’s tough.
Unbreakable.
Untamable.
Unmistakably wild.
And she’s mine.
Her hand slips underneath my shirt, trailing fire behind her fingers as she moves it lower and lower until she cups my cock through my dress pants.
“Every piece of my clothing you ruin.” She pulls me in close and bites my ear. “Is a full set of places you’ll cum. Down my throat. In my pussy.” She pauses for a moment to squeeze my cock. “And in my ass.”
“Your dirty little cum slut,” I tell her.
“And last I counted.” Her lips curl into a devious smile. “You’ve ruined two pieces of clothing already.”
I start kissing my way down past the valley of her breasts, pausing to brush my thumbs over her nipples, and squeeze them lightly. She flushes under my touch.
Slowly, I trace a line down her belly until I’m staring up at her while her weeping pussy demands my lips.
“Get to work, my pakhan,” she says sweetly, her fists closing in my hair. “And don’t you dare stop until I’m hoarse from screaming.”
My tongue swipes through every fold, every hidden part of her, and she throws her head back in response, moaning.
The sweet sound goads me to lick faster.
I’m mapping her body, memorizing her her desire. I never want to forget a single second for as long as I live.
I can stay here forever, my face buried between her legs as I feast.
Her sweet taste fills my mouth, my nose, and my brain. It sends shivers coursing down my entire body until it concentrates in the head of my cock. With each drop of hers that I swallow, I feel another bead of my precum leaking forward.
I focus my attention on her clit, circling my tongue around the edge of it until her hips start grinding against my face. She’s needy and feral by the time I lick her properly. She cries out again, voice growing husky and thick. Her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
I don’t stop licking her sweet little clit until I hear her lusty moans start turning into long shuddering cries.
“Oh!” Her back arches suddenly and her voice rises higher until it turns into a scream. “Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! YES!”
Her legs quiver and I press my mouth against her entrance, drinking down every sweet drop of her nectar she comes, trembling, against my greedy mouth.
When I finally come up, and look at her, her eyes are closed. When they flutter open, the wildness is unmistakable .
“Down your throat, in your pussy, and in your ass.” I repeat her words, wiping her from my chin and then licking her off my fingers and lips. “Where do you want me to start first, Kitty Cat?”
She reaches forward to unzip my pants, letting my cock tumble out—thick and heavy—into her hand as I fall to my knees in front of her.
Using my throbbing dick as leverage, she pulls herself up until her perfect lips are mere inches away from the red glistening tip.
She licks her lips as she looks down at it. “In that exact order.”
And that’s the only warning I get before she gulps my cock all the way into her throat.