Kova lifted his head. His eyes narrowed, his fingers moving deeper, sliding toward my core and grazing my swollen lips for the very first time, from the back. He groaned loud, not holding back and his dick twitched against my center. Because of the tightness of the spandex shorts, I had gone without underwear.
His fingers rubbed along my slit, and I almost had an orgasm on the spot. Kova’s tongue slipped o
ut and ran across his bottom lip.
“You are supposed to tell me to stop.”
“I can’t help it. You make me want something more. Something I only feel when I’m around you.”
Kova hesitated, my words rooting him in place. His hand stopped moving and he pulled away. I almost begged for him to pick up where he left off.
“You are too young to know what you want,” he said gravely.
“Says who? You?” My leg slid down his shoulder and touched the ground. He stepped into me to close the remaining gap. His palms landed on my ass and he began rubbing in leisurely circles, warming my skin. I sighed, and rotated my hips into him, showing Kova just how much I knew what I wanted. I had a notion he was terrified to express what he craved, so I went out on a limb and did it for him. My chest constricted as I tried to interpret his gaze. If I was here and willingly giving myself to him, I wanted him to have me.
He grabbed my jaw, pulling it up to him in a savage hold and my stomach tightened. I looked him dead in the eyes while one of his hands slipped into my shorts. His fingers started up again and traced the outside of my lips, teasing my entrance.
“Please,” I begged. “You didn’t finish last time. I had to take care of it myself when I got home.”
Kova’s eyes darkened. “There is no need to beg, Ria,” his voice cracked. “You can take what you want. In fact, I wish you would take from me. It would be easier that way.”
Oh God. Why his words seized my heart, I didn’t know. But one thing was for sure, I was right. He wanted the same things I did, he just couldn’t actually verbalize it and needed me to take it. I wanted to take it, I just wasn’t sure how to put everything into motion. Where to start, what to say. What to do. I was a bundle of nerves. How to make it uncomplicated for Kova while giving and receiving at the same time was a challenge, one I would gladly act on.
My body was on the verge of a powerful explosion, something so new I’d yet to fully embrace.
I decided to start with a kiss.
Straining on my toes, I cupped his face and pulled it to mine. “I want you,” I whispered across his mouth. “So much,” and planted my lips to his, shocking us both.
He grasped the back of my neck while his other hand sought entrance into my opening. I moaned, rotating my hips into his palm while his fingers caressed me gently. He kissed me hard, bruising almost, letting me know just how much he wanted me despite his hesitation.
Rolling my hips into his again so I could feel pressure on my clit, I groaned and silently asked for more. A skilled finger glided down my slit and nudged its way in. I pulled his tongue into my mouth as my hands drifted off his face, down his neck where he swallowed hard, to his taut shoulders. I gave a little squeeze, letting him know everything was okay. My hands roamed over every inch of his chest, his rock hard muscles that led to his beautifully strong arms I couldn’t get enough of. Such curvature and sharpness at every arc. When my hands encircled his waist, I reached for the hem of his shirt.
The hand around my neck loosened its grip and his other hand gave one last caress over my opening before smoothly leaving the warmth of my shorts. He stepped back, separating our passionate lips, and I got what I wanted. Kova reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt off over his head and discarded it to the floor.
With a glint in his eyes and his arms spread wide, telling me to come to him, I tracked his every move as he backed away. Take what you want. Our eyes never wavered as he walked backward to the other side of the dance room. We both knew he wouldn’t make the first move. He was going to make sure I really wanted this—and I did.
Once I reached him, I gripped the back of his neck and climbed up his body, wrapping my legs around his waist. I’ve fantasized doing this since the first time we were together. He was big and I was small and I wanted to be held in his arms just like this.
Kova hugged me tight, one hand behind my neck, the other under my ass as he turned me around and pushed my back to the wall.
Heat blazed in his eyes as he closed the distance and pressed his chest to mine. He was a breath away from my lips when he asked, “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know.” I locked my legs around his back, rolling my hips up. His shaft was long and heavy against my center, pressing into me. Kova’s jaw flexed. Pulling his face down to mine, I licked my lips but he pulled back.
“Ria, think about what you are about to start.” He breathed slow heavy breaths.
I nodded frantically. I already knew because I’ve imagined it numerous times. “What we are going to start.” My fingers threaded his hair and warmth spread through me.
He ignored my last comment and asked, “You want this?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
His eyes roamed my face, searching for an uncertainty he wasn’t going to find. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“You realize the chances we are taking, right? What could happen to us?”