She does as I say. She responds so well to my command and that makes me want her even more.
“Good girl,” I murmur, ducking down to brush my lips over hers. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?
“Y-yes sir,” she stutters, leaning hungrily into my touch.
I run my thumb slowly over her lower lip, gratified by the little shivers that pass through her. I fight back the desire to kiss her, instead letting her anticipation build as I lower my mouth to her neck. I slide my tongue over her skin, a pulsing vein on her throat, suck her earlobe, tease the whorl of her ear with my tongue. She’s shaking so badly yet sitting so still while I explore her body. I return my mouth to hers, kissing the corners of her mouth. I nip her lower lip, tracing the outline of her lips with my tongue. Then, at last, I kiss her, inhaling her whimper, reveling in the sweet heady feeling of her tongue gliding against mine.
She melts in my arms, every soft, sweet inch of her pressed against me, the feminine feel of her making my body tense, a bolt of heat shearing through my gut. She seems bolder now, imitating the strokes of my tongue. I can tell she’s inexperienced but her clumsy attempts only fuel my hunger.
I’m lost in her, lost in the scent and feel of her, the need for her thrumming in my veins.
I drag my mouth from hers and pin her arms above her head with one hand, reaching down with the other to cup her breasts. I glide a thumb over one nipple, teasing it into a tight bud, then the other. I alternate between the two breasts, tugging and teasing them with my fingers, flicking them with my thumb.
She arches into my touch, letting out soft helpless moans.
“God, I love your tits.” Natural and soft, they yield to my hand as I cup and plump them, their tips so sensitive that the merest flick of my thumb makes her shiver.
Unable to wait another second, I duck down, closing my mouth over one puckered peak, gently flicking it with tongue before I start sucking slowly.
She cries out, whimpers, arching her back, offering herself to me, her arms still pinned above her head. “Oh, God…Andrei!”
It’s her first time calling me by my first name and it sounds divine.
I tug on her nipple with my lips, flick it with my tongue, suckle it, cupping her other breast with my free hand, my thumb tracing circles on the sensitive underside.
God, she’s so damn responsive! She’s shuddering, her body trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, a look of torment on her sweet face.
Brain buzzing hard with lust, I shift my mouth to her other nipple, grazing her with the edge of my teeth, then sucking hard. I want to please her…want to ruin her…I want to make her burn for me the way I burn for her.
“Andrei, please!” She squirms against me, her hips instinctively lifting off the desk, seeking relief.
I raise my head, release her wrists, and feel her fingers clench in my hair. I flick a nipple with my tongue, teasing her. “Please what,solnishka? Please stop?”
She lets out a frustrated moan. “Please don’t stop!”
Oh, that I can do…
I lower my mouth to a wet nipple, sucking and nipping her as I nudge my hand between her thighs. “Widen your legs for me, baby,” I tell her and she eagerly obliges. I hook a finger into the band of her lacy black thong, pulling it down her creamy thighs. She raises her hips to ease my mission and I chuckle at how adorable that is as I fling the material aside.
When she’s finally bare to my sight, I stare at her, all pink and moist for me.
“You’re so beautiful,moyo solnishka.”
She contracts visibly in response. I lift her right leg and drape it over my hip, spreading her wide as I run my hand over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. I tease her, working my way slowly upward.
Christ, I can feel her heat. It radiates from within her, her sultry, musky scent igniting every drop of testosterone in my blood. She whimpers my name, her nails digging into my scalp, her hips rising each time my hand draws near, then twisting in sexual frustration when I draw my hand away again. When I’m sure she’s finally on the edge, I cup her damp curls and ease a finger inside her.
She lets out a breathy moan, her hot, slick vagina gripping my finger tight. I hear myself growl like some kind of damned animal, my hips flexing as if my cock is buried inside her instead of thrusting against her thigh.
Slow down, Popov.
I force breath into my lungs, doing my best to relax. I stroke her, sliding a second finger inside her, stretching her. “Fuck the things I want to do to you, Mila…imagine my cock inside you, stroking you just like this.”
She shivers, tenses, and I know she finds the idea both arousing and a little frightening. And that’s okay, because so do I. I’ve never felt so much for anyone—I’ve never experienced this consuming need.
She’s obviously inexperienced and I’ll be damned if I hurt her… But I honestly don’t know how much longer before I snap.
For now, I’m going to focus on pleasuring her.