His hot hands pressed against my skin, tugging me closer as he eased the sleeves down my shoulders. The dress pooled at my waist, and he dragged his mouth from mine, his eyes roaming my chest. With a swift motion, he had my bra unclasped and gone. Muttering more Russian, he dipped his head and dragged my nipple gently between his teeth.
“Rurik,” I said, urgently tugging on his head.
Shoving him slightly away, I grappled for the buttons on his shirt at the same time he shrugged out of his jacket. In a flurry of wild activity, we whipped off our clothes. As he kicked his pants across the room, he paused, watching me slowly lower my panties. Reaching out, he dragged them the rest of the way down my thighs, his fingers raising goosebumps as he trailed them back up.
With a nudge, I was on my back on the bed. Rurik looked at me, his eyes moving slowly down and then back up to lock with mine. He nodded once and dropped to his knees, dragging me to the edge of the bed and spreading my legs wide.
“Yes,” I murmured.
There was nothing like this. Nothing I had ever experienced before could compare to the first swipe of his tongue against my swollen, aching clit. To think I had ever tricked myself into believing there was brought tears to my eyes.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” he murmured, sliding his tongue down as he gripped my hips to pull me closer to his mouth.
I shivered, but not from being cold. In fact, I was burning up, about to combust. Grabbing at his hair, I pulled him back. It was too much. Then it wasn’t enough, and I pushed him forward. He chuckled, the vibrations against my flesh making me shake and clamp my legs around his head.
Pressing my lips tight together, I let my hands fall to the silky coverlet, twisting the fabric in my fists. He paused for a split second, and my head shot up. Our eyes met, mine blurred with lust I barely understood, his dark and focused.
“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t hold back.”
The next swipe of his tongue was my undoing. Years of pent-up frustration and sadness and fear melted away. A feral moan rose up the back of my throat as he wordlessly urged me on, finding the exact right spot to make me cry out.
Not a battle cry, but a shout of victory. He kept going until I was limp and shuddering, then pulled himself up to brace himself above my chest.
“Was that enough?” he asked, tracing my trembling lips with his fingertip.
I found the strength to wrap my arms around his shoulders and lock my legs around his hips. His smug chuckle was infectious, and I laughed as he kissed me hard.
“So, not enough?” He broke away to smile down at me.
I lifted my hips, rubbing my wet heat against his pulsing cock, smiling in triumph when his eyes went blank with lust. “You tell me,” I said.
“Not even close,” he said. “I need to be inside you. Like I need to breathe.”
No possible way this was an act. It was just us.
“Hurry, then,” I said, grinding against him, fresh tension building and demanding another release. “Hurry.”
He rose up and slammed down, burying every inch deep inside me, hard and smooth. I gasped. He devoured the sound with his mouth as he dragged his huge cock away. With a half growl and half laugh, I locked my legs tighter.
“Don’t you dare,” I said. How was I being so demanding? Where did I find the courage?
And he was inside me again, no longer teasing. The force of his movements drove me to the other side of the bed, the soft coverlet bunching up underneath me. My head flopped off the other side, and we both laughed, distracted from the furious lust that stole away time and place.
Rurik wrapped his arms around me and rose up, pulling me with him. His fingers dug into my tender flesh as he rammed deep and hard again.
“You have the best ass in America and Russia. In the world,” he said. “I was never allowed to say that in the office. But now…”
Yes, but now. I flashed back to the time he whipped his shirt off, and I was momentarily frozen by the sight of his chiseled abs. I had wanted to strum them like a guitar. Now they were hot and hard against my own belly. I moaned as he moved his fingers between my thighs, teasing me from behind. He layme back down, my head now on the mound of pillows. One smile on his lips had me reaching for him, already shuddering with anticipation.
This time, when he crashed into me, I cried out again, clinging to him for more and more and more. And he gave me everything. I could feel his muscles tightening, shaking as he held back, waiting for me to collapse into oblivion before he let himself go.
“Don’t,” I gasped, while ripples of pleasure coursed through me. “Don’t hold back.”
He buried a roar against my neck, slamming hard a final time, then falling onto me, repeating my name.
This was… something else. Something I had to shove away, only focusing on the tremors in my body, the weight and heat of his on top of me. His warm breath near my ear as he caught his breath. Really, that was all I needed. Thoughts and feelings were overrated when a man like Rurik Fokin worked so hard to make me scream.
Chapter 18 - Rurik