I eased into it, his thumbing sliding dangerously low to the opening of my shorts. “I...I wondered if you could feel me getting wetter...like, see it drip down my ass.” Christ, my face was burning and I held in my breath.
“Ria, I do not know how to say this any other way, but take your shorts off. Now.”
I froze, my chest burning from lack of oxygen.
“Take them off, or else I will,” he said.
Insecurity clouded my head at the thought of him seeing me naked. “But you told me not to move.”
Kova’s deep rumble in his chest caused my fingers to tremble at the waistband. With two hands blurring in front of my
face, he swiftly ripped my shorts off, leaving me exposed and my bottom half completely bare to him. And I let him, without faltering. Even though I was slightly apprehensive going this far with a guy, the need for his touch, to be closer to him, overpowered everything, and I succumbed to his demand.
“Fuck,” he hissed when his fingers immediately danced across my soft, plump flesh. My first impulse was to close my legs, but I found the inquisitiveness in his eyes to be appealing, so I fought against my own instinct. He was in awe while he stared down as a shaky breath left his chest, rushing from between his lips.
“I did not realize how bare you really are,” his voice cracked, muttering something in Russian. “Not a hair to be found. So smooth...”
I wasn’t expecting the change in touch to be so drastic, but Kova gripped my inner thighs and yanked me to him. He leaned down to my center, his nose grazed my buttery soft skin and inhaled. He tilted his head to the side, feeling me with his face before his tongue slipped out.
I held my breath again. He wouldn’t.
Peering up through his thick eyelashes, he purposely locked eyes with me. His mouth was just centimeters from my pussy when his breath rolled against my hairless sex. My hips twitched against him and I let out a loud content moan. This was pure torture.
“I do not know what has gotten into me, I feel like a crazed man.” I could feel his words drift across my pussy. “You are so beautiful like this, the things I want to do, what I am thinking,” he admitted, his stubble tickling me. “You are glistening, soaking wet and dripping on to the floor for me. I love that I do this to you.”
On the floor?
My chest flamed hot, the blood pushing to the surface. My clit was throbbing in pain, longing for release.
The tip of his nose touched the top of my slit. “Spread your legs more,” he ordered, his words brushing against my center. He paused, his eyes taking on a new shade of green. “May I?”
My eyes were heavy with lust and they rolled shut. He was asking me? He didn’t need to ask, he could just take and I’d allow it. All I could manage to do was nod and wait for him.
He flattened his tongue and swiped up my sex from bottom to top, kissing it gently. My head flew back, my hands slammed onto the wood floor as a gush of air exploded from my lungs. Never in my life had I ever felt something so incredibly delectable, so easily addictive. It was like being high on drugs, not that I knew what that was, but I imagined this was better.
His tongue was soft and careful, and his eyes closed shut as if he was savoring me. My entire body was tingling, my head a hazy mess. I was growing wetter against his mouth when an orgasm began rising. I burned for release, desire pooling in my belly when his teeth scraped my clit.
“Oh God, Kova,” I whimpered. The pleasure was so intense I could cry from it.
Kova pulled back and I immediately felt the loss. I sat up on my elbows and asked, “What...what are you doing? Where are you...” I trailed off.
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he got on his stomach and sealed his mouth back over my pussy. I fell back to the floor and clenched my inner walls when his finger unexpectedly delved in and out, exploring every inch of me, massaging over my swollen lips teasingly, down and back up, like he was memorizing me.
“So good.” I rocked into his mouth. I couldn’t help the little moans that escaped my throat. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he inserted another finger. I wondered if he knew I was a virgin, but my nipples tightened in response and my thighs trembled before I could think any more of it. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last. I was on the edge of paradise, ready to fly, when his mouth sucked my clit. I jumped.
Pushing a little deeper, he broke the suction and said, “You are so tight, I can barely get two fingers in. Relax for me, malysh. I promise I will not hurt you.”
His words squeezed around my heart. For some bizarre reason, I believed him.
I looked at his face and I saw something else. A vein throbbed in his damp neck and his eyes were wild green orbs. He was straining, besieged with disturbing thoughts. I didn’t want him to regret this, to feel as though I pushed him, so I reached out and searched for his other hand. Finding it, our eyes locked and I put everything into my gaze. I laced my fingers through his and gave him a reassuring squeeze.
He was risking everything.
I’d never seen a man bite his lip from desire, but Kova did. He swallowed hard and entered me again. My thighs clamped around his head and his eyes rolled shut.
“Fuck, I am going to hell for this,” he said, curling his fingers inside of me.
“Ahhh,” I gasped, my hips bucked. “Oh God.” He pushed deeper, his thumb circled my clit and I cried out.