24. Vadim #3
For a few seconds, she simply sits there breathing, forehead resting against my shoulder.
Then she lifts her head. “You look very proud of yourself.”
“I am.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Her eyes narrow.
I kiss her. She kisses me back immediately.
My cock is painfully hard again, pressing against her thigh, and when she reaches down to wrap her hand around it, I have to close my eyes for half a second.
“You are going to make this difficult.”
“That seems fair.”
I take the condom from the inside pocket of my jacket.
Her eyebrows rise. “You carry those now?”
“I have learned to prepare for you.”
“That’s almost romantic.”
“It was not intended to be.”
“Liar.”
I roll it over my cock while she watches. Then I step between her legs, and the humor leaves both of us. I position myself against her entrance, feeling the wet heat of her against the head of my cock.
Sloane inhales sharply.
I don’t push in immediately. Instead, I kiss her slowly, one hand at the back of her neck and the other holding her hip steady while I press forward only enough to make her feel me stretching her. Her fingers tighten against my shoulders.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
I push deeper. Her mouth opens against mine. I stop again when I’m halfway inside, giving her body time to adjust before I move farther.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls.
That’s answer enough.
I sink fully into her, and the sensation is almost enough to make me lose control immediately. She’s so tight around me that I have to stay still for several seconds, forehead resting against hers while both of us breathe harder than we should considering I have barely started moving.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
I pull back slowly. Then push in again.
Her head falls against my shoulder.
I begin with long, measured strokes, using one hand to hold her hip and the other to cup her breast while I fuck her, feeling the weight of it move in my palm every time my body drives into hers. She makes a soft sound with every deeper thrust.
I kiss the side of her neck as my pace increases gradually. She tightens around me. I can feel every time she gets closer.
Her nails drag across my shoulders. “Harder.”
I lift my head. “You are sure?”
“Yes.”
I grip her hips more firmly and give her exactly what she asked for.
The next thrust drives deeper. She cries out.
I do it again.
Her breasts move with the rhythm now, and I lower my mouth to one while fucking her harder, sucking the nipple as my hips drive between her thighs.
She gasps my name. The sound makes something possessive rise inside me.
I slide my hand between our bodies and find her clit.
She almost comes apart immediately.
“Oh God.”
I rub slowly at first, matching the pressure to each thrust, then faster when her body begins tightening around my cock.
“Come for me.”
“I’m trying.”
“You’re almost there.”
“Stop talking.”
I smile against her neck. Then I rub her clit harder.
Her orgasm hits suddenly. She wraps both arms around me, face buried against my shoulder while her pussy clenches so tightly around my cock that I nearly lose control.
I keep fucking her through it, slower now, feeling every contraction until my own orgasm becomes unavoidable.
I come several thrusts later with my mouth against her throat and my hands locked around her waist.
For a while, neither of us moves. She stays wrapped around me. I remain inside her until my breathing settles.
Eventually she lifts her head. “This is becoming a problem.”
“Yes.”
“At least we agree.”
I kiss her again, softer this time, and the tenderness of it feels more dangerous than everything that came before.
Later, after we have straightened our clothes enough to resemble people who have not just had sex against a table in the middle of the afternoon, we return to the terrace.
Sloane stands beside me with her arms folded against the cooler air. For several minutes, she says nothing.
Then she looks at me. “There are rumors about me.”
I turn toward her. “Nadia.”
“Not only Nadia.”
“Who else?”
“Staff. Security. People stop talking when I walk past.”
My jaw tightens. “I will put an end to it.”
She looks at me for a long moment. “You’ll do that.”
“Yes.”
“You’ll defend me to your family, shut down gossip, put guards around me, cancel flights because you think I’m safer here, and apparently reorganize your entire life around making sure nothing happens to me.”
I say nothing.
Her gaze stays on mine. “But you still won’t let me go.”
There is no accusation in the way she says it this time.
That makes the question harder to answer.
I look out over the grounds. “I told you why.”
“You told me why you think keeping me here is safer.”
“It is.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
I turn back toward her. She’s still watching me.
“And what do you think it is?”
Her expression softens slightly. “I think you don’t know whether you trust me, but you also don’t want me far enough away that you can’t keep watching me.”
I can’t deny that.
She sees it in my face. Her mouth curves without humor.
“That’s what I thought.”