My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I looked at him coyly. “To have an orgasm like this.”
A low growl escaped him. “What I would give to feel the real thing, to feel you on my cock.”
SWEET JESUS! MOTHER OF ALL GODS.
He just said that.
To me.
And I didn’t know how to respond.
My heart pounded against my ribs, and despite how scorching hot I was, I shivered from the searing heat that zipped down my spine when he looked deep into my eyes.
Kova whispered in Russian and clenched his eyes shut. I loved when he did that. It was so sexy. “Imagine the pressure building between your hips, the tightness,?
? he groaned. “Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around my cock. So tight...”
“Kova,” I breathed, almost gasping for air. I was about to combust. Who knew dirty talking could be so hot. Never, had I ever, had anyone talk to me like that before.
“I...want...yes...” I couldn’t find the words, so I let my actions do the talking. I dug my nails into him again, scoring his skin as I struggled with temptation. Poor guy was going to have nail marks all over him.
I was so close, and I think he knew. Kova began stroking me with himself, bringing me higher and higher. His hands clenched around my hips, pulling me forward and then back. I had a sudden image in my head of throwing him to the floor and jumping on him. I gripped the back of his biceps and shook with need. My head dropped to his chest and I released a heated breath against him.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Tell me how you feel, I need to know you want this.”
I looked up and met his gaze. “Good. Too good,” I panted.
“You want this? You like how you feel?”
I nodded rapidly.
“Do you want me?” he asked, pressing against my center so hard I whimpered.
I nodded again, reaching for his mouth with mine.
“Good. I like that you want me,” he said with a wicked grin that matched his eyes.
Once again, my hands went everywhere when our mouths locked together. They moved to his backside where my fingertips dipped into the waistband of his shorts, feeling his warmed flesh. I wanted to push in more, but I was nervous. Another groan left his mouth, my thumb skimming his pelvis near his groin again.
“Do it,” he ordered.
Do what, I wasn’t sure. And I think he could read my mind when he grabbed one of my wrists and moved it to the front of his pants.
“Do it,” he ordered again, his voice husky. “Touch me.”
There was no way I could resist his command. I was high on Kova. I couldn’t think straight, only that I would do anything he told me to do at that point. Swallowing hard, I teasingly traced my nails along his shorts.
“Inside. Put your hand inside my pants, malysh, and touch my cock. Feel what you do to me.” He finished the last sentence with pride in his voice.
I slipped my hand inside and felt fine, little hairs thread through my fingers as I shyly reached for him.
“That is it, keep going,” he said in a guttural voice. “A little farther. Do you want to come?”
I nodded eagerly, because, hello, there was no other possible response.
“Then put your little fingers around my cock. Stroke it hard. You know you want to.”
Truthfully, I was kind of afraid to keep going. Not afraid of Kova, but because for the simple fact I had no idea what to do when I reached him. I mean, my friends talked about it, I knew, but I’d never done any of it myself.