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I’ll give her some experience, all right.
“Lili,” I call out. “I’m going to attend to some business. I’ll meet you at the restaurant for seven.”
If she doesn’t answer me, I could smash the door down and demand she shows me respect, but I’m more inclined to sweet-talk her petulant ass into letting me in. Either way, I’d put her over my knee and—
“Okay,” Lilyana’s voice quivers as she responds from behind the locked door. “I—I’ll see you later.”
14
Lilyana
Iwait until Arman leaves before emerging from the bathroom. My core is still hot, a gnawing emptiness pulling deep inside me.
It was like a spell, a hex. I wanted to make him angry—he pissed me off so much when he shut me outside—but I didn’t anticipate his rage manifesting in such an intense way. The way he grabbed me, his rock-hard cock pressed against my body, was unbelievable. I might have never snapped out of my trance if he hadn’t received that call.
I was so ready, and I still am.
I hurl myself face-down on Arman’s bed, clutching the sheets in my fists. I’m so turned on I could scream, but I won’t be able to relieve this ache. It doesn’t matter what I do; nothing seems to be enough. I feel the rising tide, but the waves never break, and I end up frustrated. Maybe it’s just one more thing I can’t do.
I’ve never dared to buy a vibrator. The thought of someone finding it or hearing me use it was too terrifying to consider. Yet, I’m also afraid I’ll discover I’m just unable to reach climax, as sexually inadequate as I am in so many other ways.
I’ve fantasized about Arman too much. I may have never succeeded in reaching orgasm on my own, but it was only when I thought of being with him that I ever got close. Now that I’ve felt his erection against me, the sensation won’t fade; he barely had to touch me, and my body was crazy for him. When the moment was lost, the fear came rushing back, and I ran away.
Damn it. Even in all my sordid dreams, I never thought I’d be so close to feeling him inside me. Masturbating on his bed may not be as good, but it’s still pretty hot, like marking my territory.
I roll onto my back, unbutton my jeans, and pull them down to my knees. My hand slips beneath the waistband of my panties, my fingertip finding my tender clit. A shivery gasp escapes me as I work the tiny hood, and pleasure tingles through my core.
Arman is going to be my husband. Mine. And he wants to be intimate with me; there’s no denying it after what happened. I’m scared but willing to learn if he’ll be my teacher. I close my eyes and imagine he’s touching me.
Arman’s face is between my thighs, his breath hot on my skin. He parts my slick pussy lips with his thumb and forefinger, and I hear a groan from deep within him.
“Do you need me to bring you pleasure, tsvetok?” He uses his other thumb to apply light pressure to my swollen clit, and my legs shake as he teases it. “Stay still, baby girl. Do as I tell you, and I’ll make your little pussy feel incredible. Will you be a good girl for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He stops his movements and looks up from between my legs, his expression stern. “Do you want to try that again?”
“Yes, please.”
“That’s better. You’re doing so well.”
Arman massages my clit more insistently, and I tense up as bolts of ecstasy shudder through my abdomen. My pussy feels hollow, clutching needily at nothing as he chuckles.
“This tight hole needs to be stretched,” he says.
I slip the first two fingers of my free hand into my pussy, but only to the first knuckle; I’m scared to go deeper. The pressure is better than nothing, but it’s a poor substitute compared to how Arman’s fingers would feel. I play with my clit, keeping the fantasy going.
“I’m gonna open you up, Lilyana.”
Arman works his fingers inside me, my natural lubrication helping him forge through my tightness and make space.
“You need to relax if you’re gonna take my cock, and you are gonna take it, whatever way I wanna give it to you.” He licks my clit, and I cry out. “I’m gonna make you come, then turn you over and fuck you from behind until I flood your sweet pussy.” He pumps harder as his tongue tortures my little button. “You have no idea how much I wanna pump you full of my come, baby girl.”
I’ve never imagined Arman ejaculating inside me before, so I don’t know where my mind is taking me, but the thought gets me closer than I’ve ever been. I rub my clit furiously, chasing the spark that will ignite the fire I crave if I can just—
It’s gone. I can’t do it. My pussy is soaking wet, and my clit is almost sore from my efforts, but I’m more frustrated than ever. It’s as though my body is holding out on me, unwilling to give me what I need through fantasy.
It has to be the real thing.
