“You don’t want finesse today? You don’t want technique?”
“No! I just want a good seeing to. This is unbearable.”
She was trembling now, her legs like jelly, her skin breaking into beads of perspiration. He granted her another inch. Now he was halfway there, and she was halfway to madness.
“Okay, Lydia,” he said, twisting and turning in his semi-sheathed state. “Now shall we talk about my Lark Ascending?”
“Oh, God, Vanessa was right about you! You are a sadist.”
“What?” He reared up, braced on his palms and stared down at her, boundlessly amused. “Vanessa said that? What did she mean?”
“Nothing. Forget I said it.”
“No, no.” He made a move as if to withdraw.
Lydia yelped and tried to clamp her legs around his bottom, trapping him inside her.
“Don’t you dare,” she panted.
“You tell me what Vanessa was talking about, then you get the full service, madam.”
“She told me about this club you took her to in New York.”
“Oh.” He chuckled in reminiscence. “I see.”
“I didn’t realise you were into BDSM.”
“I’m into everything, milácku.”
“Yeah, I should have known.”
“So what, you want me to spank your ass? I can do that for you.”
“Milan, you know what I want. It’s right here, inside me. But I want more of it.”
“Okay. We do the kinky stuff later, right?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Don’t think too much. That’s always your problem, you know.”
“I don’t want to think any more, Milan. I want to…”
“I know.”
Then, with a firm thrust, he was all the way in.
Lydia released a long, shuddering, contented sigh. It was enough, for a moment or two, just to savour the feeling of him filling and stretching her, joined with her, the way it should be.
She bent back her legs to give him all the space he needed, and twisted her hips in little corkscrewing motions as he plunged in and out. She wanted him to know how welcome he was. She wanted every bit of him, all poured into her, his essence, his soul. It seemed a fair exchange, when she gave her own so willingly.
The long build-up made Lydia’s climax swift and easy to claim, almost laughably so.
At least, it made Milan laugh, as he thrust through her moans and cries.
“You needed that, huh?” he grunted, increasing his speed.
“Oh, God, so much,” she said, shaking her head from side to side on the pillow, still glowing with the effervescence of orgasm.