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“All of it,” I panted, writhing against him as pleasure darted from one area of my body to the next, chasing his touch. “I just want you.”
He stripped me out of my clothes and kissed me again, caressing me all over as we shuffled to the bed.
I sat on the edge and scooted backward a bit, propping myself on my elbows while I waited for him to direct me where to go.
Apparently that spot was just fine since he knelt next to the bed and pushed my thighs apart, helping himself to my cock.
“Oh fuck. I don’t think that’ll ever get old.” I let my head hang backward, too busy enjoying the perfection of Misha’s mouth to worry about watching.
Just like everything else he did, he sucked my dick with a slow, steady determination, backing off when I started getting too into it and teasing me with his mouth and hands.
His fingers traced along my hole as he worked me over with his mouth. I shifted my hips, trying to direct him where I wanted without invoking the ‘W’ word. I wanted to save that for when it really mattered, especially when I knew he’d get there… eventually. After he took the maddeningly slow scenic route. If this was genuinely going to last until sunrise—or noon, depending on which terms you were going by—then I had a feeling it was either going to be a rollercoaster of edging or so many orgasms I’d need an IV to rehydrate. Both prospects were equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
Popping off my cock with a wet smack, he kissed the crease of my leg and worked his way down the inside of my thigh. It felt like he started leaning but by the time I forced myself to pick my head up to see what he was doing, a cool, slippery finger pressed inside of me.
“Shit, that’s cold!” I clenched instinctively.
He chuckled and kissed my thigh. “Sorry. I should have warmed it up.”
“Laugh it up. Even though the heat’s kicked on, it’s still going to be cold when it’s your turn.”
“We’re taking turns?” He pressed his finger in deeper, giving a little twist as he went.
I exhaled and forced my eyes to focus on his, an icy-hot stare that almost made me bust right there. “Yeah. Iwantto.”
“Do you?” Sliding his finger out all the way, he pushed it back in with the speed of a snail, watching me with unfiltered delight as it crested over my prostate.
I nodded and tried to flick my hips, hoping he’d speed up, but he merely paused, waiting for me to stop, or for an answer. “It’s more fun my way,” I spit out.
“Is that so?” His finger plunged in deep and I gasped, clawing the sheets to keep myself grounded. “This looks pretty fun.”
“Just remember, payback’s a bitch.”
He hummed an unconvinced, “Mhmm,” and pressed a second finger inside without warning, ratcheting up the pleasure another notch.
“You don’t think I can do this to you? String you along like this?” I challenged, biting my lip and trying to ignore the heatwave coursing through me from nothing but two damn fingers.
“I’m not stringing you along.” He raised his eyebrows innocently and leaned forward, kissing my balls and dick every couple of words. “We have fourteen hours to fill.”
“Noon? Seriously? I thought you were kidding,” I breathed.
“I would never.” He flicked his tongue against the underside of my crown and grinned wickedly when I glared at him.
“Ok. Fine. Iwantyou on this bed, right now. Right there.” I looked pointedly at the mattress beside me.
“Right there?” He glanced at the bed.
“Right there. It’s officially your turn.”
Shaking his head, he crawled up my body, leaving a trail of kisses from my stomach to my chest and back to my lips. I sighed against his mouth and kissed him back until I realized what he was doing. I pulled away with another glare. “That’s cheating.”
“Now I can’t even kiss you?”
“No. Lay down.”
Nudging him forward onto his stomach, I scooted out of the way and waited while he got settled, stroking the backs of his amazing thighs. I kissed one and then the other, moving up to his ass as slowly as he’d tortured me time and again. He was so fucking muscular but soft at the same time. Soft and pliant. He responded to the slightest touch, shifting his hips or spreading his thighs, not the least bit hesitant to let me lead.
Squeezing his asscheeks, I bit my lip, trying to demonstrate some of that calm, collected energy Misha always had. His cock peeked out between his thighs, tempting me as much as his ass beckoned for my attention.
