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“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she says, running her fingers through my hair and pleading with me with her eyes.
My cock pulses against her wriggling body and I hold her still, gritting my teeth against the all-encompassing desire that’s about to turn me into a wild animal.
I push her off and jump out of the car, tugging her behind me. Nope, too slow. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as I get us on the private elevator that goes up to my apartment. Slamming her against the elevator wall, I dive for another kiss. Her legs tighten around me and her arms link behind my neck.
“Alexei,” she murmurs when I let her up for air.
“Do you know what that does to me?” I ask, working the buttons in the back of her dress.
“What?”
“The way you say my name. Any time really, but especially when I can feel the heat of your pussy pressed against me.”
She smiles exuberantly and my heart soars. “Alexei,” she breathes, grinding her body against my bugle. “Oh my god, why do you live so far up?”
Just then the elevator doors glide open and we tumble out into my foyer. I let her slide down my body and grip her tight little ass cheeks, working my fingers under the edge of her panties.
“Yes,” I say, starting to kiss my way down her neck as I back her further into the apartment. “Nice and slick.”
Her breath is short and rough as she lets her head fall back. I keep kissing, pulling her dress down to reveal a sheer, lacy black bra. Grinning at her, I step back and let the dress puddle at her feet. Her teeny tiny matching panties barely cover what I’m dying to get at.
“Okay, I might have been hoping,” she admits, but for a brief second there’s a hint of apprehension in her eyes. “Alexei …” she starts, and it’s not a sexy whisper or plea. It’s like she’s going to try to say something she doesn’t want to, and that I don’t want to hear.
I pull her close again with one arm behind her back, my tongue invading her mouth and making her forget whatever’s on her mind, and my other hand sliding down between her legs.
Her panties were cute, but now they have to go. With a quick jerk of my wrist, I tear the scrap of fabric off of her and ease my fingers into her soaking wet heat. She moans, I moan, and I slide her slick juices to circle the swollen nub that makes her tremble in my arms.
Rain starts outside the wall of windows in the living room, a sudden squall that sounds as loud as bullets hitting the balcony. As crazed as I am with the feel of her on my fingertips, I pause and hold her tighter.
“No, don’t stop,” she pleads. “I’m not scared.”
I look down at her and she digs her fingers into my shoulders, arching her hips closer to me. “Are you sure?”
She grabs my head and pulls me in for a desperate kiss, finally letting me go with a harsh gasp. “I don’t care if the roof gets blown off, just keep touching me, please.” Her cheeks turn red as she holds my gaze. “I’m not scared of the storm. I trust you to keep me safe.”
“Christ, Sera,” I say, kissing her again.
The flat of her hand presses against my cock and I take it away, guiding her backwards until she hits the wall, right next to the painting she brought from home. With both of her wrists held tight together, I raise her arms above her head and pin them to the wall while my other hand slides down her body again.
“Now where were we?” I ask. I find her clit and slowly circle. “Here?” Her chest rises as she gasps and I lean down to pull her bra strap off her shoulder with my teeth, tugging it down until one of her ripe, perfect tits is in my mouth. Sliding my hand between her trembling thighs, I palm her, sinking two fingers into her tight channel. “Or here?”
“Yes,” is all she can say before letting her head flop back against the wall. “Oh God, yes.”
When she’s shaking and trying to free her arms, I only hold them tighter, and keep working her pussy, driving her on. She bucks against my hand, bites my shoulder, begs for release.
“Come for me,” I tell her, outwardly calm. Inwardly raging harder than the storm that’s battering my apartment. “Scream louder than the thunder, Sera.”
She does, shouting my name as she pulses under my fingertips. I let her wrists go and she falls against me, clinging to my shoulders as she tries to catch her breath. She’s beautiful. A work of art with her hair falling into her face, her bra half off, her legs shaking.
I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom. By the time we’re there, she has her legs wrapped around me again, kissing me with abandon. Gripping her waist, I set her feet on the ground and just take her in, even though my cock is pounding painfully against my waistband.
“I want to take you so many ways,” I say, my imagination going wild. “My sweet little virgin bride.”
“Any way you want,” she says, completely trusting in me.
I take her shoulders a bit roughly, easing my grip at once, but unable to rein in my feelings. “This is real now, Sera. Tell me you understand that.”
She nods slowly, then more assuredly. “I understand. That’s—that’s what I want too.” There’s that flicker in her eyes again. I want to demand to know everything, make her lay herself bare to me.
