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Framing my face, he kisses me savagely. Abstaining last night has made him even hungrier than usual. He peels out of his jacket without breaking the kiss, devouring my mouth as he unbuttons his shirt and yanks the hem from his pants. His buckle makes a clinking sound, and then his belt is undone. He’s already toeing off his shoes while he’s unzipping.
A moment later, he’s naked too, towering over me with his perfect body and masculine strength. There aren’t any barriers left between us, at least not of the physical kind. On an emotional level, there are plenty, but he doesn’t give me time to ponder them. He goes straight for the kill, dipping one hand between my legs while cupping a breast with the other as he resumes kissing me.
I expect him to be impatient, but the man consuming me with practiced skill is someone who’s always in control. Parting my folds with a finger, he tests my arousal and groans when he finds me wet. My nipple hardens against his palm as he gently kneads the curve and starts moving his finger with leisurely strokes.
Lifting his hand from my breast, he closes his fingers around my neck and uses the leverage to pull me flush against him. The stance presses my breasts flat against his chest. Letting my lips go with a nip, he searches my eyes to study the havoc he’s wreaking when he sinks two fingers deep inside.
My inner muscles clench around the intrusion. A spark of nervous excitement ignites in my belly when he tightens his fingers marginally around my neck.
“Skazhi mne trakhnut’ tebya,” he says against my lips, a phrase he’s taught me in bed. Tell me to fuck you.
“Ya khochu chtoby ty trakhnul menya,” I say in my broken Russian. I want you to fuck me.
A predatory look mixes with male satisfaction in his eyes. When he pulls his hand from between my legs and applies gentle pressure on my shoulder, I go down on my knees willingly.
His cock is jutting out proudly, heavy and hard. Gripping the base, he says in a lust-roughened voice, “Lubricate it well, kiska.”
I understand the warning. I know what he wants.
He stands stoically when I wet my lips and stretch them wide to accommodate his thick girth. Relaxing my jaw, I take him into my mouth. He watches with unwavering attention as I trace the crest of his cock with my tongue before sucking him deeper. Supporting the back of my head with one large hand, he holds the root of his cock in the other and pushes toward the back of my throat.
I breathe through my nose as he slides in and out. He’s not going deep enough to make me gag. He pivots his hips with an easy pace, taking my mouth with slow, shallow thrusts. When I’m moving to his rhythm, he lets go of his cock to caress my cheek. The touch is soft and appraising, encouraging me to swallow.
He never forces me to take more than I can handle. He’s not suffocating me or stretching my throat painfully, but my eyes nevertheless water from the effort. Sucking him off is a turn-on, making me even wetter. He’s showing the utmost constraint, not losing an ounce of control, yet the earthy taste of his precum on my tongue tells me he’s not unaffected by my performance.
Gripping his thigh for balance, I caress the heavy sac between his legs. A slick drop of salty liquid squirts onto my tongue. His expression remains stoic, but the line of his jaw hardens as he grits his teeth.
I double my speed, taking him faster. I want him to give me his power. I want him to lose this round and come in my mouth, but he has other ideas. He twists my long hair around his fist and carefully pulls back my head until his cock slips from my lips with a pop.
He looks down at the result of my work. His cock is slick and wet. Taking a cushion from the sofa, he dumps it on the rug in front of the fireplace.
When he catches my gaze again, his eyes are ablaze and his voice thick with lust. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”
He grips my elbows and pulls me to my feet to facilitate my compliance. Not that I need any coaxing to do as he says. Facing the roaring fire, I kneel on the cushion and brace my palms on the rug.
“Keep your knees pressed together,” he says behind me.
I follow that order too.
He smooths a hand over my spine, starting at my lower back and ending between my shoulder blades. “Now place your elbows on the floor.”
I bend my arms and support my weight on my forearms. The position puts my ass in the air, presenting both my openings for his use. I know what’s coming. We’ve done this enough times before. All I have to do is place my cheek on my arm, close my eyes, and let him manipulate my body. Alex likes to be in control, but he’s not a control freak in bed. When I need to take charge, he encourages me to do so. He loves it when I’m on top. But tonight, I need this. I need to escape, and I can only do it when he pushes my boundaries until the world around us no longer exists.
