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I shake the words out of my brain, wondering if I’ll ever stop hearing that refrain. “What are you talking about?”
“The nurse said we should relax,” he reminds me. “That isn’t your strong suit.”
I want to argue with him, but my body is taut as a bowstring right now. “And what? You’re going to give me some pointers?”
“One or two,” he says, holding up two fingers together. He smirks and adds a third. “Maybe three, if that’s not enough to get the job done.”
Holy shit.I swallow audibly and dry my hand on my jeans. “I can relax on my own just fine.”
Timofey’s smile spreads wide. “That’s fine, too. I’ll watch.”
My entire body is burning now. I want that, exactly the thing he’s promising and/or teasing me. I want him to watch. I want him to touch me. I want it all.
I want to give you everything.
Timofey closes the distance between us and kneels on the step in front of me. He’s so tall that we’re still at eye level as his hands smooth down my outer thighs. “Relax, Piper. Doctor’s orders.”
He gently slides my jeans down my legs, and I let him. Wordlessly, I lift my hips and part my knees as Timofey undresses me from the waist down.
Slowly, he slides the same two fingers from earlier across my heat. He curls his calloused skin against my wet opening, and I can’t bite back my moan.
“Is your mind made up?” he whispers. “Do you want my help or would you still rather take care of yourself?”
The thought of losing his touch makes me want to cry. “You,” I breathe. “I want you.”
As promised, Timofey slides his two fingers into my ready opening. “Good girl.”
In gentle strokes, he stokes the flames growing in my core. I grip the edge of the tub and spread my knees. Timofey uses the improved access to dip his head and press a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
Slowly, his kisses trail closer and closer to where I want them. Where I need them.
I curl my hand in his silky hair just as his lips circle around my clit. “Tim—oh, fuck.”
He growls, and the vibration arches through me. I hook one knee over his shoulder and roll my hips against his mouth.
He sucks and flicks while his fingers stroke me at a slow, relentless pace until I’m shaking.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need… I want…”
Without a word, Timofey slides a third finger into me—and I break.
My body clamps down on his hand while I grab a fistful of his hair. Every muscle in my body clenches and holds, trying to keep him with me for as long as possible. Trying to draw out every blissful second of this orgasm. I never want it to end.
For a long time, it doesn’t.
Until, eventually, it does. The waves flow and ripple away until I’m a sagging, breathless mess on the edge of the tub.
Timofey stands up and swipes a hand across the back of his lips, shiny with my desire.
“Oh my god,” I breathe. “That was… You are…”
“It seems full sentences are beyond you tonight.” He draws me to my feet. “That’s fine. We don’t need to talk.”
I want to give you everything.
We need to talk about that. About what he said and what it means.
But then Timofey is pulling my shirt over my head, slipping my bra off just as quickly. I’m completely naked in front of him, and I forget all about talking. There aren’t enough words in the English language to describe what it feels like to have his eyes on my body. To know that I’m the one turning his blue eyes black with desire.
