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He pulled away for a fraction of a moment, tugging my shirt off and tossing it aside. One hand reclaimed my face, holding my jaw only to shift it to the side, allowing his lips and tongue free rein over my neck and shoulder. Even though he guided me where he wanted me, he wasn’t rough or demanding. He knew exactly where he was going and he wasn’t stopping to ask for directions. He hadn’t even touched my dick yet and I was breathing hard, sighing and gasping like a fucking virgin any time he grazed his teeth across my skin or kissed someplace new.
Skimming his fingertips down my bare torso, he dipped his head, dragging his mouth across my nipple. He sucked it gently, flicking it with his tongue at the same time he toyed with the other one with his fingers. The way his teeth and tongue coordinated an attack against my chest, I could only imagine what they would feel like farther south.
By the time he moved on, I was practically panting. I’d never been one to beg, but I was so fucking close. I needed him to touch me if only to put me out of my damn misery.
Like he could read my mind, his hand swept over my cock, bringing an iota of relief. He grasped it firmly through my pants and rubbed his palm up and down, cupping my balls through the fabric. I seized his face and kissed him hard, grinding myself against his hand. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Ineededmore, even if I had to take it myself.
He indulged me for a moment before pulling back enough to soften my ravenous attack.
Everything Misha did was slow and tortuous. When he kissed me again, deep and unhurried, I was sure I was going to come at any second, which was fucking crazy. I’d never been turned on by kissing. It was something I did because it came with the territory. But when he did it, I got butterflies. But-ter-flies.
After Misha kissed and sucked and licked each finger with painstaking precision, he worked his way up to my inner wrist, doing the same there. Right when I was surethatwas going to make me come, he’d stop and change tactics, lavishing attention on parts of me I didn’t even know I could be turned on by.
Somehow during his slow exploration of my body, he managed to undo my pants. I was only aware of the fact after he slipped his hands inside the waistband and pushed them down past my hips, letting gravity take them the rest of the way. He gave my nearly-naked body a head-to-toe appraisal, a small smile curving his lips when his gaze returned to mine, leaving me weak-kneed. That look wasn’t a simple appreciation of what was in front of him—it was an unspoken promise of everything he was going to do to me, like he’d mapped out the terrain and was T-minus sixty seconds from launching his campaign.
Without saying anything, he slipped his hand into mine and tugged me toward the bedroom. By the time we got there, my heart was pounding, actually excited at the prospect of having sex instead of resigned to it.
Once we were in the bedroom, Misha shifted behind me. I was glad to see (or feel, as the case may be) that I wasn’t the only one with a raging hard-on. It was hard to miss as it grazed my ass. He didn’t seem to care though, since he didn’t thrust against me or make any indication he wanted me to touch him.
“Do you have any limits? Anything you don’t want?” he murmured against my ear. A shiver raced down my spine, either from the timbre of his voice or his breath. Any time he went anywhere remotely close to my neck, it felt like champagne bubbles erupted inside of me.
I was so distracted by him that I almost didn’t answer. “No… I mean, I’ll let you know.”
“Good.”
Pressing his lips to the back of my neck, Misha planted another sensual kiss there and moved slowly along the top of my shoulder, like kissing every inch of my skin was a mission he was determined to fulfill. Each one sent a jolt of longing through me, along with the soft sweep of his palms over my body, sliding easily from one area to the next, caressing anything within reach—except my dick, frustratingly enough. When he finally hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down, I sighed in relief. The fabric provided a smidge of friction, a quick hit to take the edge off.
The relief was short-lived.
Instead of touching me where I wanted—where I expected now that I was completely naked—he gently pushed me into the middle of the bed, onto my stomach.
He wasn’t even undressed yet.
Maybe he didn’t want to be.
Maybe he was one of those guys who fucked with their clothes on. I’d pretty much seen it all over the years, so I wasn’t that surprised, although I was disappointed I wouldn’t be able to marvel at the amazing physique I’d only had the pleasure of feeling through clothing.
Iwassurprised, however, when his hands slipped over my back, continuing with featherlight strokes. Stealing a glance behind me, I saw he was still mostly dressed, although he’d ditched the tie and suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
“Down,” he said gently, pushing between my shoulder blades to flatten me against the bed. His hands drifted downward, over my hips to my ass which he finally grabbed with some force, kneading the muscles. In the process, his fingers brushed along my crease. Even though I assumed it was coming, I sucked in a surprised breath anyway, suddenly more awake than I had been all night.
His hands stayed planted on my ass, spreading me wider while he kissed one cheek and then the other, his stubble scraping gently as it moved over my skin. I waited for his fingers to shift, his dick to appear, anything. But it was his hot breath that swept over my hole, sending a shockwave up my spine. I hadn’t even recovered from that when the tip of his tongue touched my taint and dragged upward, flattening as it went.
“Oh, fuck…” My fingers dug into the sheets as the wet warmth concentrated on my hole.
“Is this ok?” he asked, grazing his teeth on the back of my thigh while he waited for an answer.
“Yeah.”Did my voice just crack? Jesus Christ, Marek…It’s not like any of it was new… So why did it feel like everything he did was my first time?
Permission granted, Misha buried his face between my cheeks again, lapping and kissing and sucking at the sensitive area. His tongue moved in all sorts of twisting, twirling directions, sending ripples of ecstasy throughout my body, one right after the other. And if that wasn’t enough, he speared it inside every now and again, adding a whole new sensation to the mix. Within a minute, I was so fucking hard it was borderline painful.
I bit down on the sheet to try and at least muffle my moaning and whimpering, but he still heard me. I knew he did because he chuckled, spreading my cheeks open again and sweeping his thumbs in massaging circles over and around my hole. “Don’t be quiet on my account. I’m dying to hear you scream.”
Fuck…I didn’t know why that was such a turn-on, but it was. Maybe because it meant hehadbeen thinking about me, even though he hadn’t made a move until now. Rocking my hips, I pushed back against his hand for more contact, trying to get him to speed up, go harder, something. “Everything you’re doing feels so good.”
“I’m happy to hear it.” He dove in again with more vigor, laving attention around my rim as he groaned and squeezed my asscheeks.
It wasn’t just his tongue that was driving me nuts. His hands, his lips, his chin, the faint burn from his facial hair—they lit every nerve inside of me until my whole body felt electrified. My hole received plenty of attention from his expertise but so did the rest of my ass, along with my taint, my balls. The only thing that touched my dick, though, was his breath and whatever saliva dripped onto it. The rest of the friction came from me rutting against the mattress like a horny teenager. I couldn’t help it. I wasthatfucking desperate.
