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“Tell me what you want, little one.”
I closed my eyes against his sure gaze, already finding it hard to breathe. This was torture. The world’s best torture. How had I gone so long without it before? Well, I’d never met anyone like Aleksei before. I shook my head, feeling my cheeks burning.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” I whispered.
His slow laugh was as rich and dark as the Cuban coffee they served here. His fingers hooked under the straps of my dress and dragged them down my shoulders. “First I’m going to undress you, and lick and kiss whatever catches my interest.”
He kissed my bare shoulders, easing the dress further down. “Naughty girl, wearing a bra.”
He snapped the front clasp open and smoothed his hands over my breasts, making my nipples spring to hard nubs. I wriggled and pressed my legs together against the building sensation. What it was building to, I could only wait and wonder. I had a good feeling Aleksei wouldn’t disappoint me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, blushing at the game I was so willingly taking part in. “I won’t wear one around you again.” If only this wouldn’t be the one and only time we could do this.
He tsked and licked one of my nipples, making my hips rise off the bed. “Don’t be sorry. But these pretty tits are mine now.”
“Yes,” I moaned, shivering while he kept pulling my dress further and further down, kissing all the way. “Don’t be mad when you see I have panties on.”
I had to smile when he moaned at that, glancing at me with a wicked grin. “How can I be mad when it just means I get to rip them off of you?” Would he dare? He did dare, tearing the flimsy fabric and tossing the pieces aside. “Now I’m going to taste you,” he said, eyes glinting up at me. “Let’s see how long it takes you to scream.”
At the same time, I wanted him between my thighs, his altogether too smug look made me clamp my lips together. He chuckled as he spread my legs and pulled them over his shoulders, diving to lick a wide stripe up the middle of my aching, heated core.
The moment his tongue circled my swollen nub, a squeak escaped my locked lips. My hands twisted through his silky hair as I wriggled around under his expertly questing tongue. He gripped my hips, holding me in place, taking away what little control I had, but increasing that exquisite tension that built inside me.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered, digging my heels into his back.
He pushed his tongue inside me and won. I screamed, nearly pulling out a handful of his hair. He kept going, hard and fast, then slow and soft, until my arms fell limp at my sides, and I was gasping for breath.
“There’s so much more, little one,” he said, kissing the inside of my thigh and grinning up at me.
Suddenly I didn’t care about the smugness anymore, as it was well deserved. He rose again and my focus lasered in on the massive bulge straining against his suit pants. Propping up on my elbows, I tentatively reached to stroke it, smiling when it jumped at my touch.
“I can’t wait,” I told him, unzipping and pulling down his snug boxer briefs, then sucking in a breath as his cock bounced free.
He covered my hand with his and moved it slowly down the satiny shaft. I rolled my thumb over the pearl of liquid at the tip, then shocked myself as I drew it to my lips. The salty taste of him exploded on my tongue, and the look on his face made me wild. “I’m ready,” I assured him.
His eyes searched my face as he lowered himself to meet my opening. “I’m the first man to ever fuck your perfect little pussy?” he asked. “Even the first man to taste you here?” He nudged an inch inside me. “Tell me, Theresa,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I said, stroking his muscular chest. How I wished in that moment he could be the last, the only. “I need you so much,” I admitted.
“Then tell me what you want. Ask like a good little girl.”
With a moan, I gripped his arms, trying to pull him closer. He was like a rock, a mountain. “Make me yours,” I said. Our eyes locked and his slight smile made me bolder, feel stronger. He was commanding me, but I was really the one in charge. He was going to give me what I wanted. “Please fuck me, Aleksei.”
He closed his eyes and buried his cock all the way inside me in one smooth, swift thrust. I screamed again, quickly caught in his kiss as he held himself still, all his muscles taut and shaking.
“I’ll make you feel good again,” he promised, kissing my cheek, my jaw, my neck.
It didn’t take long until I was writhing underneath him, begging him with my body to keep going. That perfect sensation was building again, the quick, sharp pain forgotten as soon as he began moving slowly inside me. Our battle of wills started again. He wanted to make me cry out with pleasure, I wanted him to be the one to break first this time. But his expert touch and sinuous kisses soon had me conceding, even though I felt more like the winner as he drew fresh screams of ecstasy out of me.
“God, what did you do to me?” he asked, collapsing onto me after a roar of his own.
“So, that was okay?” I asked, surprised I could be shy after all the noise I’d just made.
He rolled onto his side, pulling me into his arms. His shirt was open, but still on, and I worked my hand under it to hold on tightly around his back. “Better than okay. I don’t want you to get an attitude though, little one.”
He kissed my nose and I nipped at his lip, swatting him in the chest for his teasing. I wanted more reassurance, though I suppose his sated look should have been enough. He sighed and closed his eyes and now that he wasn’t actively distracting me, my horrible reality was rushing back in to ruin my mood. Whatever was waiting for me at home would never stack up to this god-like performance, and running away seemed like a good idea again.
“You were okay, too,” I said, saucy over his lack of compliments.
