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“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded with just the hint of impatience and The Russian read that too – take me right now! He took both of my hands in his and then worked them around to behind me. With one large hand, he circled both of my wrists and returned his free hand to my front. He started at my neck and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer, and then his finger slipped the lace edge of my bra and revealed my nipple. I went to put my arms around me but couldn’t move, and then his tongue found my nipple as his hand released my other nipple and began to squeeze it.
“Russian” I groaned.
“Mm?”
“I’m going to collapse.”
He chuckled, released my hands and ran his fingers up my back, finding the clasp of my bra and releasing my breasts.
“Beautiful, you’re beautiful, Brooker,” he said, moving his gaze from my breasts to my eyes and back. He lowered me onto the bed, one of his knees keeping my legs apart. Then he began to kiss me slowly; I’d never thought I could orgasm from kissing but holy hell, with the kiss and his rock hard penis pressing against me through the fabric of our underwear, I was dangerously close. Then his kisses moved down until he reached the edge of my lace panties, his fingers beginning to tease around the edges while his mouth returned to my nipple.
While my breathing took on a life of its own, my hands began to do their own exploring and I ran my fingernails along the fabric barely covering his erection. I felt him shiver from the feel; I loved having that power over this huge hunk of a man.
His fingers ran over the lace covering my clit and I arched up; I swear I was so close I was going to come before he even got my panties off. The Russian worked my panties down and then he tore his mouth away from my nipples and slipped down lower. My stomach lurched; this was so intimate, I wasn’t really ready for him to go down there, I just wanted him inside me first time and maybe using his fingers down there below. I know that sounds silly but the tongue below is so ... well not in your face.
“Russian?” I said, trying to grab him and pull him back up by his impressive arms. His tongue found my clit and gave one short and sharp lick. I nearly went through the roof; I was so tightly wound. I didn’t want to be a tease, but could we go slower, just a bit slower or was I being stupid, childish, a tease?
“Russian!”
He looked up and crawled back up me, his still encased erection holding pride of place alongside the taut arms that held his body over me.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I want you to come inside me ... now,” I stuttered. “I’m not ready for ...” He looked a little confused. I don’t think The Russian was used to a woman taking over when he was in charge in the bedroom and I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t want to be totally opened up to him yet.
“You’re beautiful, Brooker, and I want to touch every inch of you,” he said, looking at me intensely. “What’s going on in there?” he lightly tapped my head and pulled me hard against him.
“Nothing, I’m just going slow.”
He bit his lower lip for a moment as he watched me, and I tried to squirm away, but he wasn’t having it.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked.
“No,” I laughed. “I just want to get to know every inch of each other, slowly ... does that make sense?” I’m sure it didn’t but I wasn’t used to anyone’s tongue down there, I’d only had two real relationships and one of those guys hadn’t liked doing it and the other hadn’t done it well – it scared the hell out of me. How did I say that without killing the moment?
I reached for his boxers and began to slide them down. The Russian helped.
“For someone who is going slow, you’re in a hurry to get those off,” he said, reaching into the top drawer of the dresser beside the bed and grabbing a condom. I giggled like I was love drunk and enjoyed the view. The reaching for the condom process had given me a perfect close-up view of his large organ and wow, I couldn’t help myself, I reached out and touched it.
The Russian groaned as I softly ran my fingers over the skin on all sides of him, so soft, the skin pulled so tight. He breathed in and seemed to hold it before remembering to let it out and take another breath.
“Slow is just fine,” The Russian agreed. “Is this okay?” he sucked on my nipple again and I nodded, unable to form words, but I did manage a pleasure moan. Then he worked a finger down between my legs and began to navigate his way inside me, and out again as he circled my clit.
“That okay?” he whispered near my ear.
“So okay,” I said, barely able to get the words out. I heard him chuckle. “Come inside me,” I begged.
“Just wait for it Brooker. No wonder you play forward, so bossy and defensive.”
I laughed then stopped suddenly as his finger slipped inside me again and he hit a spot that took me to a whole new level of ecstasy. I moaned with pleasure.
“Yeah, and that’s why I play forward, I know how to score,” he teased me.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, “Russian ...” I felt the sensation everywhere – inside me, on my nipple as he tugged on it, around my clit as he lightly rubbed it. It was overwhelming and I think I cried out his name a few more times as the build-up took the tension to a whole new level. I could smell him, feel, him, sense him. Then, thank God, I exploded in relief and release, taking it for as long as I could before I tried to pull his hands away from me.
The Russian repositioned me underneath him and, keeping his weight off me, he lowered himself on top of me. I was so tight from coming and he was so hard and huge that I arched as he came in.
