“Ahuyet,” she whispered.
This time I recognized the appropriate, vulgar word.
16
Panic burst from Oksana’s lips. “Vasilije, no!”
Because I was a sick fuck, I faked confusion. “You don’t want me to leave you a virgin?”
“Stop. Please.”
She was asking me to stop touching her, and a dull alarm went off in the back of my mind. I was a monster, but I wasn’t going to force myself on her. The plan was to twist her around so many times on the inside, she’d do it herself. I’d already convinced her body, but I’d make her believe she wanted me.
I skated my palms up her back and leaned forward so I could grab her biceps and yank her upright, crushing her back against my chest. Her hair smacked in my face and strands caught on my whiskers, and I brushed them away.
The curve of her neck was fucking sexy, and I moved without thought, wedging my head beside hers, edging her to bend her neck and allow me access. My mouth was on her, licking and sucking the spot below her ear. My hands roamed over her body. I’d touch her everywhere else until she asked me to stop there, too.
She rasped for air and shook. I liked the position, but hated I couldn’t see her, and took one hand off to fumble around for the TV remote nearby on the couch. It took the system ten long seconds to boot up, so I bit down on her earlobe and breathed in her ear. It was seduction, which I didn’t need to do with her, but for the first time ever, I enjoyed it. Her soft sigh was loud in the quiet room.
A few buttons were all I needed to press before the camera to my PlayStation leapt to life, and the image of us filled the giant screen across the room. We both froze as our gaze locked onto the television.
“God. Fucking. Damn,” I said.
Her face was flushed, maybe from being half upside-down, or maybe from shock when I’d threatened to fuck her ass. All she had on was the see-through bra, which just made her amazing tits look even better. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I shoved my fingertips beneath the cup of the bra, and let my other hand glide down over her smooth stomach toward her pussy.
“Put your hands on top of mine,” I ordered. She needed to feel me touching her in every fucking way. “Move them how you want me to touch you.”
She did it so slowly, it was painful and amazing. My dick was in agony locked in my jeans as her hands closed on top of mine. I shifted to one side so I could see better around her body, and watched both lust and nerves battle on her face. But my hands began to move under her suggestions, which were too timid to call commands.
Down our fingers went. Over the hollow of her bellybutton. Into the stubble above her pussy. And finally, the sweet spot that made her melt and her eyes hood. Her fingers pressed mine, urging me to grind against her soaking pussy. I straightened and set my lips on her shoulder while I began to stir.
Her moan was better than any porn star, not just because it was real, but because I was causing her the pleasure.
“Yeah?” It was so low from me, it was barely loud enough to call a whisper. “Right there, baby?” I stirred faster, and her breathing hurried to match my tempo. “Are you watching?”
I knew she was, because, fucking hell, how could she not? The girl writhing in my lap was too hot to ignore.
The lighting in here was shit. There were shadows, and her hand covered mine so it was difficult to see everything onscreen, but my strong forearm moved with a steady rhythm. The tendons flexed beneath my skin as I massaged. There was no doubt what I was doing to her, and her throaty moan announced how much she liked it, even if her face said she didn’t want to.
I gripped one of her tits, and she hung onto my hand, not to pull it away, but to encourage. I sank my teeth into the side of her neck, wanting to give her both pleasure and a hint of pain at the same time. She rose up on her knees an inch and swiveled her hips, fucking my hand.
Jesus, she was so sexy, it fired through me like an electric current.
“That’s it, get what you need,” I said. She made a tight sound, a desperate whine. I could hear her ache. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s running down my fingers.”
I picked up speed, going as fast as I could, rubbing her clit back and forth, and made it hard for her to breathe. Hopefully, hard for her to think. She gasped and bucked, like her body was beyond her control and she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. I was as urgent and desperate for her release as she was. Maybe more.