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Her lips part. Shock? Lust? Her dilated pupils say that, beneath the flushed cheeks, she’s burning up with the same things surging through me.
“Tell me,” I growl again. “Who were you thinking of?”
I press my fingers against her lips, turning them a darker shade of pink. So plump and juicy. So sweet, I’m sure—if only I’d let myself taste them.
“You,” she says softly. “Only you.”
“Tell me what you were thinking of. I want the whole fantasy. Every last detail.”
Wren winces like I’m hurting her. She’s leaning away from me ever-so-slightly, I notice—and we can’t have that now, can we? So I grab her by the waist and march her backwards until she’s pinned between me and the bathroom counter. Her breasts are heavy and warm against my chest and I can feel her pulse pounding beneath my fingertips.
“Dmitri…”
My grip on her hips tightens. That’s all the warning she needs.
Wren’s throat bobs with a taut, terrified smile. When she talks again, her voice is a barely audible rasp. “I-I… imagined you were with me…”
“Doing what?”
She swallows again. “T-touching my breasts…”
I reach up and fondle her breast, rolling the nipple between my thumb and my forefinger. It peaks immediately into a hardened point and she shivers, her words dissolving slowly into breathy moans.
“Go on,” I encourage. “I can’t have you be so easily distracted.”
“You sucked on my… my…”
I scoop her up easily and set her down onto the counter. When I have her where I want her, I bend forward and suck her tight nipple between my lips. She bucks an inch before I lock her hips back down onto the marble.
“Keep going,” I snarl as I glide my kiss across her chest to tease the other nipple until it’s painfully hard.
“Then you, uhh… you… fuck… you moved down to my… my…”
Her shyness is fucking adorable. But it’ll do her no good where we’re going. Where I’m going, rather.
I slip down onto my knees and part her legs as wide as they’ll go. When I shove the lace seat of her panties aside, she’s wide open for me already and glistening under the lights.
My tongue lashes out, just the tip of it, for a long, teasing taste. Fuck, she tastes so damn good. Salty and sweet, and the way she twitches as I lap her up only makes it that much better.
One lick becomes two. I part her folds with a finger so I can explore every nook and cranny of her.
In the corner of my eyes, I see her knuckles going white as she clings to the counter’s edge. But like a good, obedient girl, she stays right where I have her.
She comes almost as soon as I slide a finger inside of her, my tongue lathing at her clit the entire time. Sputtering moans rain down on me like manna from fucking heaven, something in between a breath and a word.
Her desire coats my chin when I finally rise again. I catch sight of myself in the mirror—tall, eyes aflame, lips shining with the evidence of Wren’s orgasm. My tongue flickers out to catch a stray droplet.
I pick up the conversation right where we left off. “What happens next?” I press. “What came after?”
She swallows. Her eyes dart south of my belt before she wrenches them back up to meet mine.
“You fuck me,” she says in a hiss, no longer ashamed to use the right words. “Hard.”
I nod in satisfaction.
Then, the time for talking is over.
I pull her closer to the edge, free my cock from my pants, and line myself up with her. There’s a momentary pause as the tip of me nuzzles her opening. Our eyes are locked, her fingers laced behind my neck, mine on her hips. We both inhale a breath and hold it—hold it—hold it…
