Chapter 4 #2
His laugh was deep and throaty and while I wrapped my hand around his massive shaft, he returned his hand to my pussy.
His fingers toying with me. His eyes flashing mischief.
I could tell he was allowing me to play, stroking his cock while I marveled at the size.
He was huge, so much so I continued panting as the desire built to a crazed precipice.
When his fingers slid just inside my pussy, I stiffened and rose onto my toes. It had been so long since any man had touched me that I was completely shocked by the electric sensations. My eyelids fluttered closed, only the throbbing of his cock in my hand pulling me away from what he was doing.
“Good God,” I spit out, laughing as soon as I did. I could barely fit my hand around it.
He was delighted at my reaction, his entire body tensing. But the tiny bit of control I had was short lived when he rubbed his wet fingers across my inner thigh. I wasn’t expecting him to drop to his knees or for him to spread my legs open wide.
Oh, God. I gripped the edge of the counter with one hand while wrapping my other arm around his head. The entire experience was already surreal, but when he blew across my wetness, my legs began to shake.
His gentleness had all but stopped, his hunger trumping everything else. I threw my head back, trying not to think about people standing on the other side of the door or the embarrassment I’d endure for another nine and a half hours.
But in truth, it was all worth it.
As soon as he flicked his tongue around my clit, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. That’s how hot I was and that’s how incredible the simple action felt. I shut my eyes, pretending as if we were on a tropical island with all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies.
He slipped a single finger inside as he tormented my already aching bud, pushing my comfort zone. I didn’t care. I tangled my fingers in his hair, my legs shaking from the extreme rush of adrenaline. Which was the only thing keeping me from freaking out. Who did this kind of thing?
Would the airlines forbid us from flying with them again?
Not that it mattered. I didn’t see myself jumping on another plane anytime soon and this man?
I had a feeling he usually traveled by private jet.
Yes, there were so many questions about his identity.
but why ruin the mystery when there was no reason?
Kirill added a second finger, driving in deeper as he sucked on my clit. He pulled the tender tissue between his teeth, sucking with enough pressure I wiggled.
For whatever reason, my reaction prompted him to lift and bend my leg, giving him access to all of me. I stared at the ceiling while he feasted, incapable of thinking clearly. But why did I need to ruin such a delicious fantasy by sharing the moment with reality?
I’d never be allowed this opportunity again. That was the reality surrounding my life.
There was no shame in enjoying every bit of what he was doing.
Muted noise wasn’t far away, but the longer he had his lips on my pussy, the easier it became to ignore the sound. Another finger was added, all three flexed and I’d be damned if he didn’t curl the tips, the shift in the angle bringing stars to my eyes.
Holy shit, I was going to come.
I bit back another cry, fighting with my body as it slowly but forcefully betrayed me. He dragged his tongue all the way down my pussy, gathering my juice and I realized I’d bucked my hips forward.
A giggle threatened to give away my sheer joy, but I stifled it while he feasted like a king. As soon as he thrust his tongue in beside his fingers, I lurched forward. Yet he caught me, holding me in place.
Refusing to let me go.
What kind of man felt such instant control that he didn’t fear any ramifications?
The contemplation was short lived when my body finally surrendered. The climax hit me hard, rolling up the length of my legs.
I bit back another scream, although I lost control as the pulsing intensified. He refused to stop, licking me like a crazed man until I was breathless, beads of perspiration trickling down my face. I even fisted my mouth to try to keep from making noise.
There was no understanding of time or how long I’d been in a state of bliss, but when I opened my eyes again, he’d risen to his full height. I’d never seen such an intense expression on a man. A dark look settled into his eyes, shifting from playful to possessive.
I was caught off guard and I wasn’t certain why, but even the way his jaw was clenched was entirely different. He eased my butt onto the edge of the counter, pushing me back until I placed my hands on the counter’s surface.
There was no pretense about what he was doing when placing the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. When he pressed his cockhead inside, he pulled his hand away, planting his hands near mine. His hips swiveled and he impaled me with one stroke.
My muscles immediately clamped around the amazing invasion, clenching and releasing from shock and tension. I’d never felt so full before, the exquisite sensations rocketing through me completely electrical.
With his gaze lingering and never blinking, he pulled out, thrusting into me again. I spread my legs even wider, pointing my toes as if that mattered in the least.
He lowered his gaze briefly, his nostrils flaring as he did. Every action he took was controlled, so much so I did nothing but remain where I was. At least I could tell he was enjoying the moment, taking his time claiming me as if I truly did belong to him.
Maybe this was what passion was about, letting go with a stranger. No baggage. No promises.
No future.
Just the shared moment of being able to revel in joy and ecstasy. When I wrapped my legs around his, he leaned further over. Everything about the man and what we were sharing was pure sin, but without a doubt the best kind.
With my feet entwined around him, he pounded into me, the previous slow and easy actions picking up in intensity. I was no longer thrown by the vibrations or the filthy yet delicious act.
I’d become as hungry if not more than he was, ignoring all sense of decency. There was sheer joy in letting go, in finding freedom in the strangest of places. Yet that’s what I was doing.
The fucking became even more intense, his entire chiseled face different yet so handsome. When I could tell another moment of rapture was close, I threw my head back, laughing from banging it on the mirror.
That didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered but the amazing event shared between us.
I bit my tongue, but the orgasm ravaged my system completely and several moans escaped. My sexy companion had a cure for the noise, crushing my mouth as he’d done before. He pulled me almost off the counter, taking full control of fucking me.
His tongue was relentless, lashing mine as he rolled our lips together.
Our bodies were interlocked, the heat in the tight confines becoming obsessive. Only when I finally started to come down from the utter pleasure did he break the intimate moment, keeping our faces close as his body began to tense, his needs no longer able to be ignored.
I’d already seen utter control in how he handled everything from his emotions to the people around him. However, the way he was able to do nothing more than breathe deeply as he erupted deep inside was amazing.
The stare was hard, cold, and left me with no doubt that if he wanted, he would do everything in his power to possess me.
As I collapsed in his arms, a part of me wondered what it would feel like to have a man desire me so much he’d do whatever it took to lay claim to every inch.
Body, heart, and soul.