15. NIKOLAI #2
I grind my cock into her as she sucks on my fingers, imagining that it’s my cock in her mouth instead. I can almost visualize the warmth of her lips closing around my length, the way her tongue would work industriously over my tip just like it is across my fingers right now…
I draw my fingers back from my mouth, letting her feet fall to the floor once more.
I take her hand and place it against the bulge in my pants, surefire proof of how much I want her.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded and glossy with desire, and she seems to be able to tell exactly what’s going on inside my head before I so much as say it out loud.
She sinks to her knees before me, not moving her hand from my cock, tugging down my zipper slightly without taking her eyes off of me.
Is this what she has been waiting for? An invitation to pick up where we left off in Russia with these games between us?
Because if that’s all it was, she could have spoken up sooner.
Maybe she has been waiting for me to make the move, bristling against everything I do for her in the hopes of sparking me into some kind of reaction that I just can’t hold back from.
I slip my hand into her hair, wrapping my fingers around my cock as it springs free from my pants.
She parts her lips at once, gazing down at me as though she’s seeing me for the very first time—and I suppose, this close, she is.
My cock is already glistening with precum, and I can feel the warmth of her breath on my hard-on, practically overheating with the sheer intensity of my need for her.
And then, slowly, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of my cock.
I groan as I feel her warm, soft mouth against me, her tongue fluttering at my tip as if she wants to taste my cum straight from the source.
She lets out a soft moan, the sound vibrating up and through me, and I tighten my grip on her head, silently telling her that I’m more than ready for her to give me more.
“Mmm,” I groan, as she begins to work her way down my length. “Fuck, that’s it. You look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your mouth…”
She flicks her gaze up to meet mine once more, and I wish I could take a snapshot of the way she looks right now.
Those gorgeous eyes gazing up at me, her lips stretched to take my full girth into her mouth, her hand reaching up to cover mine so she can control the depth at which she takes me past her lips…
it’s so fucking hot. And that’s to say nothing of the way it feels, as she teases me with her tongue, trailing it up my seam and swirling it around the head before she repeats the motion again.
As she inches down my length, I realize that her other hand has slipped between her thighs and is working urgently beneath her dress, as if she’s too horny to hold back on getting herself off.
“Don’t come until I’m inside you,” I growl to her firmly, and she looks up at me, eyes wide and written with want. I notice her other hand slow slightly as she turns her attention back to my cock, drawing back to catch a breath before she dives back in for more.
She manages to fit most of me into her mouth—an impressive feat, especially on her first try. Her enthusiasm is evident as she grips me in place with one hand and slips up and down my length with her mouth, my cock glossy with her saliva as a reminder of just how much she wants this.
I notice her thighs closing together around her hand, her movements beginning to become more frantic, and I know that if I don’t stop now, she’s not going to be able to give me what I’ve just asked for.
As tempting as it is to let her come with my cock in her mouth, I don’t intend to waste that orgasm by not feeling it myself.
I draw her head back from my cock, and she lets out a whimper, as though frustrated that she hasn’t been able to finish the job.
I pull her to her feet again, tearing off her panties, catching a glimpse of the glistening wetness on her pussy.
She wants this as badly as I do, all the frustration of the last few days having built up inside her just the same way it has in me.
And now, I see no reason to hold back, to deny both of us what we want.
I lift her, wrapping her arms around me, bringing my saliva-slicked cock to her entrance and listening to the moan of anticipation that escapes her lips as soon as she feels it.
Good. I want her on the very edge, needing me so badly it’s enough to put everything else out of her head. I want her here with me, just me, the two of us losing ourselves to this moment, to how it feels to be with each other after we’ve struggled to find just about anything to agree on…
And then, my hands tucked beneath her ass, I push myself inside of her in one long stroke.
She gasps, her head tipping back, and I plant my lips against her exposed throat, running my teeth along it lightly in a teasing promise of just how much I want her.
Her arms rest on my shoulders, her thighs wrapping around me, ankles hooking behind my back as she pulls me in even deeper.
It’s like the can’t get enough of me, like being with me like this sates something inside of her that nothing else can come close to, and I run my lips along her neck and toward her mouth so I can sink my tongue against hers once more as I fuck her right here in the corridor outside my office.
I am aware, of course, that one of my guards could come to check what the sudden outburst of noise is all about at any moment. But fuck it, I don’t care about being caught right now, I just care about making Andie come.
I grind into her, flexing my hips so that I’m pushed to the very hilt inside of her, and she gasps against my mouth, her fingers digging into my back like she wants to leave me with marks.
To mark me the same way I’ve marked her, to make sure everyone knows that I belong to her as much as she belongs to me.
She might not have the power that I have, but she doesn’t need it—right now, she has me exactly where she wants me, and I don’t think anything matters more to her than that does.
The attention of her mouth has already brought me to the edge, and I slow my strokes, listening to the way she breathes in my ear as I kiss her neck.
I can feel her starting to tense around me, that sure sign that she’s starting to get close to the edge, and I want it.
Want to feel her come on my cock, want to know that she’s helpless to resist me.
What to feel her submit to me, even just here, in this moment, to prove that she belongs to me all over again.
As though she has sensed my need coming off of me in waves, I finally feel it.
Her pussy clenches around my cock helplessly, and she presses her face into my shoulder in a vain attempt to keep from making too much noise.
As though everyone hasn’t already heard us—as though every guard watching this place isn’t well aware what we are doing.
I buck my hips into her one last time, allowing the squeezing tug of her orgasming pussy to take me where I need to go.
I finish hard, more than just an orgasm, a release of all the tension that we’ve been holding between us all this time. I pull her closer, bodies flush, her legs still dangling on either side of me.
Fuck. She just feels so good, the thought of pulling back is almost impossible, the warmth, the wetness, the throbbing pulsations closing around me as though she’s as reluctant for this to be over with as I am.
Finally, I draw back, catching my breath and looking into her eyes. I drag my lips across hers, before I dip my mouth to her ear and whisper, “That a good enough reason to listen to me?”