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Get started? What had we been doing for the last hour? But his slow stroke on my hard nubs turned into an insistence, a gentle tug that resonated all the way down to the pit of my stomach. I fisted my hands into his shirt, pulling at it, and he chuckled and took it off so we could be chest to chest. Skin to skin.
He had a swimmer’s build, all lean muscle without an ounce of fat on him. His muscles were like marble beneath my hands, but he was so warm and so alive. We kissed like we needed it to live. To breathe.
And still I wanted more.
My jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped before I knew what was happening. His fingers slipped past the barrier of my panties and —
“Oh,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. That was exactly what I wanted, and somehow he knew it. He stroked me, kissing away whatever sounds I was making. Drinking them in.
“So wet for me,” he said against my lips. He circled around my most delicate spot, teasing it while somehow sending signals that emanated throughout my body. Mikhail knew exactly what he was doing. Precisely which buttons to push.
An unwelcome thought cut across my pleasure: He had done this before, but he just didn’t want to tell me. He’d only pretended to be a virgin so I wouldn’t feel bad for being one.
The thought was powerful, but fleeting. When Mikhail finally did press against that spot, I saw stars, gasping and arching my back and very nearly bucking his hand out of my pants. He laughed and backed off again, lightening his touch.
“We’ll build up to that,” he promised, instead sliding a single finger inside me. I didn’t even have time to pant before he crooked it, making me lurch upward and forward, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“You’re so goddamn responsive, Sadie,” he groaned, his hips stuttering forward almost of their own accord against me. “I want this to last. I want to savor every second.”
“Please,” I said, not even sure what I was begging for.
“I was talking about me, not you.” Mikhail’s blue eyes burned like the heart of a flame. “You’re going to cum as many times as I tell you to.”
He slid another finger inside of me, then pressed that beautiful, magical button of mine on the outside again, working everything in tandem until I spiraled apart, shredded, came absolutely apart. I didn’t know I was screaming until I realized my throat hurt, and so I tried to swallow it down.
“You don’t have to hide what you feel from me,” he said. “I want it all.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, chasing the lightning that was slowly fading within me. My moans quieted to heavy breathing, and Mikhail’s fingers followed suit, gently withdrawing but holding me through it all.
“How was that?” he asked. “Because it looked pretty good from where I was.”
“That was amazing,” I breathed, not quite trusting my words yet. My body still thrummed with energy, the ongoing chords of my pleasure.
“That was just the beginning,” he said with a grin that almost made me fear for my life.
