24. Vadim #2
She tilts her head slightly, pretending to consider it, though the pulse beating at the base of her throat gives her away. “I haven’t decided.”
I lower my mouth until it’s almost touching hers. “Decide.”
She kisses me first.
The restraint I’ve been forcing on myself for days disappears almost immediately.
My hand moves around the back of her neck while the other tightens at her waist, pulling her flush against me as her fingers twist into the front of my shirt.
She kisses me with the same mixture of defiance and hunger that has become uniquely hers, opening for me without hesitation when my tongue moves against hers, and I feel the tension between us shift from argument into something far more physical.
I turn her toward the wall beside the terrace doors, pressing her back against it while I kiss down the line of her jaw and along the side of her neck, lingering over the places I already know make her breathing catch.
Her hands slide beneath my shirt. The touch of her palms against my stomach makes my muscles tighten, and when her fingers move lower, brushing the waistband of my trousers, I lift my head and look at her.
“Sloane.”
“What?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Yes.”
There’s no embarrassment in her answer.
That makes it worse.
She sinks to her knees slowly, still looking at me, and the sight of her there in front of me, hair falling over one shoulder and mouth already slightly swollen from kissing, makes my cock hard before she even touches me.
Her fingers work open my belt, then my trousers, and when she frees my cock into her hand, the first slow stroke makes me exhale through my teeth.
She looks up. That expression almost finishes me before she starts.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell her.
Her mouth curves. Then she leans forward and takes the head of my cock between her lips.
My hand braces against the wall beside her as her tongue moves slowly around the tip before she takes more of me, one hand stroking what she can’t fit while the other settles against my thigh.
She takes her time, drawing out every movement as though she knows exactly what it’s doing to me, and the combination of her warm mouth and the deliberate pressure of her hand strips away the control I usually take for granted.
I slide my fingers into her hair. But I don’t push her, or compel her to go faster.
She looks up again while my cock is still in her mouth, and I swear under my breath because there’s something obscene about the contrast between her composed face and what she is doing to me.
She pulls back just enough to breathe, then licks slowly along the underside before taking me again. My hips move before I mean them to.
She hums around me, and the vibration goes straight through me.
“Fuck.”
Her hand tightens.
I’m too close already. I know it from the heat gathering low in my spine and from the way every muscle in my body has started to tense around the need to come.
I catch her shoulders and pull her gently back to her feet.
She looks annoyed. “I wasn’t finished.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you stop me?”
“Because if you continued, this would end much sooner than I intend.”
Her mouth lifts slightly. “That sounds like a you problem.”
I kiss her before she can say anything else. This time she laughs into my mouth, but the sound disappears when I slide one hand beneath her sweater and cup her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipple hardens beneath my palm, and I rub my thumb over it to make her gasp.
I push the sweater upward and pull it over her head, then reach behind her to undo the bra, letting it fall away before filling both hands with her breasts. She’s warm and soft in my palms, and the way her body arches when I knead them tells me she has missed this as much as I have.
I lower my mouth to one nipple, and her fingers immediately move into my hair.
I suck slowly, letting my tongue circle the hard peak while my hand works the other breast, squeezing and rubbing until her breathing turns uneven.
“Vadim.”
The way she says my name has changed.
Less argument now. More need.
I switch breasts, kissing across her chest before taking the other nipple into my mouth, and she presses closer as if she can’t decide whether she wants more or whether what I’m already doing is too much.
I want to see exactly how far I can push her before she stops pretending she has any control left.
My hands move to her hips. I lift her onto the edge of the table inside the sitting room, and she spreads her legs around me before I even ask.
Her skirt rides higher. I slide one hand beneath it. The first touch between her thighs tells me everything.
She is already wet.
Very.
I run two fingers slowly over the outside of her underwear, and her breath catches.
“Don’t look so pleased.”
“I’m extremely pleased.”
“You are impossible.”
“And you are soaking through your panties.”
Her face flushes.
I hook my fingers into the fabric and pull it aside. The first pass of my fingers over her clit makes her legs tighten around my waist. I repeat it slowly.
She grips my shoulders. “Vadim.”
I circle her clit with my thumb while sliding one finger inside her, feeling the way her body immediately closes around me.
She’s tight. Warm. Already close enough that I can tell she won’t need much.
I add a second finger and curl them toward the place that makes her whole body jerk.
Her head tips back. “Oh, fuck.”
I kiss her throat while my hand keeps moving.
Not fast. Not yet. I want to feel every change in her, every time her breathing catches and every time her hips shift toward my fingers without her realizing she’s doing it.
Her breasts press against my chest. I lower my mouth to one again, sucking her nipple while I continue rubbing her clit.
That’s what breaks her.
Her thighs clamp around me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and the sound she makes is low and helpless as her pussy tightens hard around my fingers. I keep moving through the orgasm, slower now, until her body begins to shake and she grabs my wrist.
“Enough.”
I stop.