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"Oh, hey."
My head snapped around, and there she was, the very girl I hadn’t been able to get out of my head these last few days. Olya. She was leaning against the frame of her bedroom door, looking slightly surprised to see me there, dressed in nothing but a light nightdress that skimmed over the tops of her thighs. Fuck, as if I wasn’t having a hard enough time keeping my hands to myself...I had always been a sucker for curvy women, and her body looked like something out of a painting, the soft curves of her waist and the thickness of her thighs...
"What are you doing here?" she asked me, as she made her way towards the kitchen.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I’m thirsty," she replied, brushing past me to grab a glass of water. She was close enough to me, for a split second, that I could see the softness of her neck, how delicious it looked, the soft, sweet scent wafting from it. Could she feel me watching her? She didn’t acknowledge it if she could.
"Me too," I muttered. And God, it was true. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She must have known, must have been aware of it, but right now, she was playing like she didn’t have a clue. She lifted the glass to her lips, and I found my gaze drawn to her mouth on the edge of it, those soft lips caressing the glass just like they should have been caressing my...
"Alex not up?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Just the two of us."
She flashed me a grin.
"That works for me," she remarked. Cocking her head to the side, she looked me up and down slowly.
"You know, he sometimes seems kind of uptight," she remarked. I couldn’t help but laugh.
"Yeah, sometimes," I agreed. "He doesn’t mean anything by it though. He’s just trying to do what he thinks is right."
"Oh, yeah?" she remarked. "And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"What do you think is the right thing to do, exactly?"
Oh, fuck. That question had a whole heap of implications, and she knew it, damn well. She knew that I wanted her. It must have been written all over my face. And the thought of denying it, of pretending I was anything other than completely and utterly taken in by her right now, it felt impossible.
"I don’t know," I replied, carefully. I wasn’t going to push for anything. If she wanted this, she had to be the one to admit it. She must have known how much I was putting on the line by even getting this close to her, a single step more, and I might have ruined things.
"No?" she replied. She shifted towards me slightly. There were only a few inches between us in the kitchen right now, and she planted the glass of water down on the counter next to her. My gaze traveled up her arm, to the crease of her neck, the lobe of her ear. I had to fight the urge to lick my lips. She just looked so fucking delicious.
"What do you think?" I asked her, turning the question around on her. She grinned, her gaze flitting down to my mouth for a moment.
"I think you could get in a lot of trouble if I tell you what I really think," she murmured.
"Maybe I like trouble," I replied. She caught her breath, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.
"I guess you might," she admitted, a little giggle bubbling at the back of her throat. "You want me to tell you anyway?"
"Uh-huh," I replied, closing the distance between us, reaching out, and resting a hand on the counter just next to her. I wasn’t touching her, but I could feel the electricity crackling in the air between us, as clear as day. No matter how much I wanted to cling to this plausible deniability, there was another part of me just aching to give in already, aching to pull her close to me and kiss her and give in to this feeling between us.
She reached up, her hands cupping my face. And, slowly, carefully, as though she was making sure I still had a chance to pull back if I wanted to, she brushed her lips against mine for the first time.
"That," she breathed to me, her voice a little shaky. "That’s what I think..."
And before she could get out another word, I grabbed her hips, pulled her into me, and kissed her properly, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Fuck, I knew this was a stupid idea, but my body was screaming at me to keep going, screaming at me to do more, to take her before all the good sense could hit me and I stopped this.
I lifted her onto the counter, letting my teeth catch against her lip for a moment before I moved down – kissing her cheek, her chin, her neck, moving up to her ear as I pushed the hem of her skirt over her hips to expose her. She groaned against my ear, hands skimming down my back, clutching me and pulling me in tight. I breathed in the scent of her skin, greedy for it, wanting to gorge myself on this moment because I knew it wouldn’t last long. My good sense was going to hit me soon enough, and when it did, I was going to have to stop in my tracks...
I moved my hand between her legs, parting her thighs with ease, and found that she wasn’t wearing underwear; she’d come out here, half-undressed, to see me. Yeah, she’d had one thing in mind, one thing only, the same thing I did. And I was more than happy to gift it to her.
She gasped as I cupped my hand around her pussy, feeling the warmth emanating from between her legs already – feeling how much she wanted me, how much she craved me. I felt as though I was losing myself to this moment completely, unable to hang on to any good sense as I brushed my fingers along her lips. Her whole body trembled in response, shuddering against me, and she pushed her hands into my hair and kissed me again.
But I wanted to kiss her for real – I wanted to use my mouth to make her come. I felt as though I was starving for it, starving for her, my cock swelling beneath my pants at the very thought of tasting her. I pulled back, dropping down to my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs wide and gazing up at her for a moment, all laid out in front of me.
