That I can make a man like Maxim sound so hungry has me openly studying his expression as I move my other foot and use it to push his dick against his Adonis belt.
My big toe swirls and swoops up and down the length of him before I drift lower, along the seam of his balls, which hug close to his body.
His abs tauten while I shift lower still, rubbing over the silky skin of his perineum before lightly tracing his asshole.
A part of me expected him to shout at that—men and their assholes are a sensitive topic, or so I’ve been led to believe—but Maxim somehow dominates the bath despite the fact my toe is kissing cousins with the pucker of his ass.
It’s like he grows too. Not just his dick. But his muscles. And no, I don’t mean in a Captain America kind of way. Just that his arms slide along the rim of the tub and he takes up more real estate than the laws of physics permit.
Eyes locked on mine, his cock leaks as I rub that soft area, discerning the creases with the tip of my toe. And at the proof of his response, a rush of my own arousal slams into me. That he’s letting me do this. That he’s not complaining or bitching. That I have power here has me growing hot under the collar.
If I wore a collar…
A part of me knows that should he slide his fingers through my folds, he’d find me drenched. But he seems to realize that I need this and he doesn’t struggle.
For a man who, technically, isn’t in a position of power, somehow he’s the one dominating the space.
And I love that.
Because it makes it even more impactful that I’m making his cock leak, that my feet are providing him this kind of pleasure as I take ownership of something he’s denied me.
Set the date, indeed.
“You are so hot, Maxim,” I growl, then because he gave me this, I give him: “I think about you when I’m horny. I think about how you’ll hold me and kiss me. I think about whether or not my pleasure will matter to you?—”
For the first time, he looks set to argue.
I tsk. “I think about what it’ll feel like for us to be together. You’ve been an out-of-reach crush for so long,moy kavaler, thatfantasies were all I had. And porn, of course.”
He arches a brow at my wicked grin but settles back against the tub, appearing exactly like a pasha who deserves to be worshiped, who is well-used to this kind of adoration so long as pleasure reigns supreme.
It makes everything inside me clench.
This is no small man. This is a king who will let me explore my sexuality.
Deep in my being, I know he is not just worthy of my attention, but worthy of me.
“You want to experiment on me,pchelka?”
I lick my lips. “Would you let me?”
“Da.”
So simple. When he’s ordinarily so complicated and difficult to read.
“Why did you wait?”
Sending my toe higher, I palpate his balls gently, trying to find the rhythm that’ll decimate him.
I can already feel the activation in my core from this odd stance. Throw in tonight’s impromptu workout and I know if I take this further, my abs’ll ache like a son of a bitch tomorrow.
Sounds like tomorrow’s problem to me…
It does mean I’ll have to work smarter, not harder.
I use the ball of my foot to stroke his length, that throbbing vein somehow transmitting through my skin as if it’s my heart that’s racing.
“Why did I wait? Aside from the fear you’d kill anyone who dared get close to me?”
