4. Egor #2
The balcony railing digs into my back as I pull her against me, her body soft and pliant where mine is hard.
Her breath hitches when my hands slide up her sides, fingers curling into the fabric of her blouse.
The first button gives way with a quiet pop, then another, until the silk parts like a curtain, baring the swell of her breasts.
Her breath catches as I unhook the clasp, the lace falling away. Her breasts spill free, heavy and full, the areolas dark and swollen. Milk glistens on her skin, pearls of it beading at her turgid nips. My mouth waters.
"Egor…" Her protest dies on her lips when I dip my head, my tongue swiping over one taut peak.
The taste of her explodes on my tongue, rich, earthy.
She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, nails scraping my scalp.
I groan, the sound vibrating against her skin as I suck harder, pulling more of that sweet elixir into my mouth.
Her back arches, her hips rolling against me. I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her shorts, the way her thighs tremble. I want to devour her. Want to bury my face between her legs and lap up every drop of her arousal until she's screaming my name.
But not yet.
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips wet with her milk. Her eyes are dark, her pupils blown wide. "You taste like sin, karamelka," I murmur, my voice rough. "Like something I shouldn't want but can't live without."
She whimpers, her hands sliding down to grip my shoulders. "I've been meaning to ask… is this some sort of fetish?"
"I've never done this before. Never even thought about it." I smirk, my fingers tracing the swell of her breasts. "Only with you."
More milk beads at her tips, and I can't resist, my mouth latches onto her other nipple, sucking deep. She cries out, her body jerking against mine.
I growl, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still. "Fuck, you're perfect." My teeth graze her skin, just enough to make her gasp.
She shakes her head, but her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer. "We shouldn't do this out?—"
I cut her off with a kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. She tastes like vodka and honey, like everything I've ever wanted. Her lips part on a moan, and I swallow the sound, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her against me.
She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation, her heat pressing against my cock. I groan, my hips rolling into her, the friction almost enough to make me lose control.
I break the kiss, my breath ragged. "Then we'll go inside."
She clings to me as I carry her inside, my mouth finding her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. I kick the door to my bedroom shut behind us, the sound echoing in the dim light.
The bed is soft beneath her when I lay her down, her hair fanning out across the sheets. I stand over her, my gaze raking over her body, her flushed skin, her swollen lips, the way her thighs press together, trying to ease the ache between them.
I reach for the waistband of her shorts, my fingers hooking into the fabric. "Lift your hips, karamelka."
She obeys, her breath hitching as I drag the shorts and her panties down her legs. I toss them aside, my eyes locked on the glistening slit between her thighs. She's wet. Soaked. And I haven't even touched her yet.
My cock throbs, straining against my zipper. I palm myself through the fabric, my jaw clenching. "Look at you," I murmur, my voice rough. "So fucking ready for me."
I crawl onto the bed, my hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her wider. The scent of her arousal fills the air, musky and sweet. I groan, my mouth watering. "I need to taste you."
She gasps as my tongue drags through her folds, her back arching off the bed. I groan at the taste of her, like the sweetest sin. My fingers dig into her thighs, holding her open as I feast on her, my tongue flicking over her clit before dipping inside her tight channel.
She's trembling, her fingers tangling in my hair, her hips rolling against my face. "Egor, oh god…"
I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her skin. "You're close, aren't you, karamelka?"
She nods, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, please…"
I smirk, my fingers replacing my tongue, two digits sliding into her tight heat. She clenches around me, her body trembling. "So fucking tight," I growl. "Since you've never even held hands with a man, I guess you never had a cock inside you before?"
She shakes her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "No."
I groan, my cock pulsing at the thought of being her first. Her only. "Good," I murmur, my thumb circling her clit. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."
She whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed. "Will it hurt?"
"It will feel good," I assure her, my fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her gasp.
I pull my fingers free, her arousal glistening on my skin. I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean, my eyes locked on hers. "You taste like heaven, karamelka."
She watches, her breath hitching, as I unbuckle my belt, my cock springing free. She swallows, her eyes wide as she takes in the thick length of me.
I stroke myself, my thumb swiping over the crown, spreading the bead of precum. "You're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"
She nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She's so wet, so ready, but I take my time, pushing in slowly, letting her adjust to the stretch.
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Egor…"
"Shh," I murmur, my lips brushing hers. "Relax, karamelka. Let me in."
She exhales, her body softening beneath me. I push deeper, inch by inch, until I'm fully seated inside her. She's tight, so fucking tight, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
I groan, my forehead resting against hers. "Fuck, you feel amazing."
She whimpers, her hips lifting, trying to take more of me. "It's so thick."
I pull back slowly, then thrust forward, her body welcoming me. She cries out, her back arching, her nails raking down my back. I set a slow, steady rhythm, my hips rolling into hers, each thrust deeper than the last.
She's trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps. "Egor, I can't?—"
"You can," I growl, my hand sliding between us, my thumb finding her clit. "Come for me, karamelka. Let me feel you."
She shatters around me, her body convulsing, her walls milking my cock. I groan, my thrusts becoming erratic as I chase my own release. She's so tight, so perfect, her body squeezing me like she never wants to let go.
With a growl, I bury myself deep, my cock pulsing as I spill inside her, my seed filling her tight channel. She gasps, her body trembling as she comes again, her walls clenching around me, milking every last drop.
I collapse on top of her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. She wraps her arms around me, her fingers tracing patterns on my back.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, my lips lingering against her skin. "Mine," I murmur.
She doesn't argue.