I dig my head into the pillow, ignoring the suddenly insistent urge that I bring this fantasy to life.
There will be times I’m in the city and she’s in Poughkeepsie and this will satisfy both our primitive urges…
I don’t falter in the soft caress I give her clit, keeping it light and easy. “You want to know that you’re mine?”
“I do.” She mewls as, rocking forward, I tug her butt so I can lap at her clit. “I always want to know. I’ve waited for you for so long, Maxim.”
I groan at her words, taking note of how she doesn’t ride my face, just accepts my caresses.
I’d never have said she was a bottom, but I guess this part of her has been passive for so long that maybe it’s become intrinsic to this side of her personality?
Or maybe right now, this is what she needs to get through her first time?
Humming around her clit, I tip us over. More gently this time.
If my princess wants me to lavish her with attention, then she’ll get attention… more of it than she knows how to handle.
When she lies on her back, her eyes are wide as I maneuver between her thighs again.
I settle them wider, watching as she lets me do it, and as I run my tongue through her folds, this time tension ripples through her, tautening her muscles before they instantly release and her eyes turn glassy.
Unlike earlier, I don’t feel as if she’s uncomfortable.
She moans when I suck on her clit. But when I stop, she mutters, “No. Go back!”
I hide a smirk then watch her jerk as I tap her pussy with the flat of my hand. She shudders as I smooth my fingers over the little nub and quickly flick them.
Her ass rocks upward. “M-Maxim?”
“Yes,tsaritsa? Do you want to come?”
“I—” She bites her lip. “I think so.”
“Not good enough.”
When I stop rubbing her clit, she whines. “You keep stopping.”
“I’m learning my princess’s pleasure spots. She never let me before. Or… maybe I didn’t allow myself to,” I admit gruffly.
“Well, stop stopping and you’ll find them faster.”
I tsk as I slip two digits into her slit. She moans, no tension, as I slide them in easily. Talking about her needs made her wet, and she arches into the pillow as I thrust them deeper.
“How’s that feel,kotik?” I don’t let her reply before I hook them backward and locate her G-spot.
Her shriek gives me my answer.
Her eyes find mine as I palpate the area, her heavy, panting breaths the soundtrack as I force her higher up the path to pleasure.
“Are you sure you want all my attention, Victoria?”
She moans.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes,” she keens, heels digging into my shoulders. “Please, Maxim. More. Don’t stop.”
“You want me to spoil you,zaya?”
