22. Ofelia #3
“Now you’re on the home run. Put another finger inside yourself.”
I do, moaning unashamedly now. I stare at his cock through slitted eyes, desperate to feel it inside me. “I want you.” My voice is a breathy pant. “I want you inside me so badly, Alexei.”
“I know, angel. I know that if I drove into you right now, you’d be coming before I even sank inside you. I know you’re so close the ripples are already coming.”
“Ah!” I cry out, arching up.
“You can touch your clit now.” His voice is low and tight. “Press down with your thumb.”
I do as he says.
“Imagine me deep inside you,” Alexei growls.
“Thrusting all the way home. That’s it. Fuck, you should see how you look, so wet and hot and ready .
. . such a sexy fucking pussy, I want to eat every fucking inch of you .
. .” He continues, mouthing the filthiest, most delicious words I’ve ever heard, which seem to go in my ears and straight between my legs, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Open your fucking eyes.”
I do, almost sobbing when I see the impossibly hard thickness of his cock straining in his hand. Breathing hard, I still my own hand.
“No,” he says harshly. “Keep going.”
I shake my head slowly.
Two can play this game.
I pull my legs even farther apart. “If I was there,” I pant, “I’d be on my knees in front of you right now.”
Alexei makes a rough noise in the back of his throat.
“I’d have my hand in my pussy, just like this.” I slide my fingers out so he can see the slick wetness covering them.
His shaft surges upwards, precum glistening on the head.
“You’d push my mouth right down on your cock.”
His hand grips his shaft, his eye raking along my still-flushed body, and I start working my fingers as I feel the ripples building inside me again.
“You’d push my mouth down onto you, fucking me until my eyes ran, your hand on the back of my head.
You’d mouth-fuck me with your huge cock until I couldn’t breathe, but it still wouldn’t be enough, would it, Alexei?
You’d still want this.” I spread my legs wide and plunge my fingers deep inside.
“That pussy is mine.” Alexei strokes himself with hard, remorseless strokes.
“I’m so wet,” I gasp, “that your huge dick would slide right inside me.” My hand moves faster. “You’d lift my legs,” I gasp, “and sink that thick cock inside me until I was screaming for more, over and over and over again.”
His cock leaps in his hand, and I know he’s about to lose it. Suddenly I’m fucking lost, my eyes closing as I imagine his raging, huge shaft deep inside me.
“I’m going to—oh—”
I open my eyes to find Alexei’s blazing into mine as he strokes himself savagely. “Come for me, angel.”
“Oh, fuck!” My head goes back, and I explode in fierce waves of sensation that grip me like a vise, screaming and tossing in the chair.
When I finally come back to earth, Alexei is still watching me, his eye glittering, his cock, glistening from his own release, half hard against his flat belly, looking so fucking hot it just makes me ache for him even more.
“Put something on,” he says roughly, “or there’s no chance I’m not going to do this all night.”
“But—”
“No, Ofelia.” Reaching for his shorts, he pulls them on, and I watch his magnificent dick disappear from sight. “I refuse to be the reason you don’t practice,” he says, pointing a stern finger at me. “Now put your clothes on, young lady, before I call the dragons to come and do it for you.”
Giggling, I leave the secure room and swap my cami set for a sarong.
“Seriously?” He shakes his head when I come back in. “That hides less than nothing, you do know that?”
“Well, since I’m only going to practice, it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“Ofelia.” He rolls his eye skyward. “As if watching you practice piano wearing nothing but a sarong isn’t going to torture the rest of my afternoon.”
“I guess you’re just going to have to think about something else—wait.” I frown, catching his slightly furtive expression. “What do you mean, watching me?”
“Fuck.” He grimaces. “Guess I just got myself busted.”
“I thought you said you haven’t been watching the inside cameras.”
“I meant it. That is—ah, fuck.”
I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of enjoying seeing him this disconcerted.
“I watch you practice,” he says finally.
I look at him in surprise.
“I don’t spy on your private moments, Ofelia.
Not ever, I promise.” His smile has faded, replaced by the set mouth and intensity that signals a rare, treasured glimpse of the man behind the scars and which always takes me apart, at my very core.
“But I do watch you play. I . . .” He shakes his head, his mouth tightening. “I won’t, if you don’t want me to.”
“No!” The word comes out harder than I intend. “No,” I say again, more quietly this time. “No, Alexei—I want you to watch me play. In fact, I would love that.”
A slow smile curves his mouth, his eye once again the clear blue of the ocean. “You would?”
Happiness fizzes inside me like champagne. “Yes. I really would.”
“Well, then.” He nods once. “I’ll be watching, Ofelia.”