“Yes.”
He shakes his head at me, and I wonder if I’ve said something wrong, but he comes to stand in front of me.
“Nice t-shirt,” he comments dryly. I narrow my eyes at him.
I still don’t know what this is, whether I can expect Leks to give me what my body is aching for. His hand cups my chin, his grip warm and firm as he tilts my face up so I can’t escape his gaze.
“Use your words, princess. What do you want from me?”
“I want you to touch me.” The phrase comes out as a shame-laced whisper.
I shouldn’t want this, not from Leks, but it’s become a need.
He leans forward and captures my lips with his. The sensation makes my head spin, the way his lips turn hungry on mine, sucking at my mouth like he’s trying to eat me alive.
I melt at the sensation, the need in my belly growing to a roar. When I whimper my need against his lips, he pulls back with a breath that sounds more like a growl of satisfaction, his teeth grazing my lower lip.
“There’s no taking this back, Natalia. You want my help?”
I nod. Not just want. If he doesn’t touch me, I feel like I might explode.
“Then I’ll help. But you have to tell me why.”
He places those rough, calloused hands on my knees and pushes them apart, sending a thrill of heat up my spine.
I’m powerless to resist. Nothing but pure need is beating through my veins right now.
Every rational thought leaves my mind as his hands slowly inch higher on my legs.
“Why?” I repeat back to him, not understanding the question.
“Why do you need this?”
He wants an admission.
I catch a playful glint in his eyes as he says it, like he already knows the answer but wants to torture me by making me say it.
I exhale softly. I shouldn’t want more of this, but I do.
“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about the other night,” I confess.
Leks murmurs his approval as he slides the hem of the shirt up my thighs.
“The other night?” He raises an eyebrow, his voice low and ragged as his hands skim over my skin.
“When I took you in my mouth.”
“Mmm. I think I remember that,” he teases. “When yougot on your knees like such a good fucking girl for me and took my cum down that sweet little throat.”
God. I didn’t even think I’d done a good job, but the way that Leks is looking at me right now makes me think he wants a repeat.
My clit flutters as his hands hit the side of my panties. He hooks his thumb under the side and pulls the cotton away from my skin. Leks’s gaze flicks up to my face to gauge my reaction. I nod at him, arching my head back in anticipation.
But he doesn’t slide my panties off yet.
Instead, he tugs at the hem of the t-shirt until I lift my arms over my head. He tosses the bundle of cotton aside. I let him strip me, my nipples hardening in the cool air.
His hands trace their way down to cup the weight of my breasts and my nipples tighten with need. I arch into his palm as he tweaks my nipples into aching peaks. Then he brings his mouth to each of my breasts in turn, his tongue caressing my peaks with gentle, seductive flicks.
