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"You like that?"
She nodded her head, and I sucked harder, making her hiss at the pain and pleasure.
"Use your voice," I growled.
"Yes," she moaned.
"I can smell you right now. So hot and wet for me." My hand slid down, cupping her mound.
"So wet."
She whimpered under my touch and I felt her juices flow more like a fountain. I laughed, my voice so deep she felt it in her toes.
"I know that when I strip off these panties, you'll be like a pool, and you'll rub your juices all over my face when I lick your sweet little pussy."
"Oh, fuck," she couldn't contain herself. I felt like she was going to explode, and soon.
I slowly got up and took off my clothing until I was standing there in all my naked glory.
I got on my knees and pulled her up, too, so she was sitting in front of me. My smile was kind of devious, completely provoking.
"You're so beautiful." I trailed my hands across her chest, pinching her nipples between my fingers. Then I kissed her. My mouth against hers felt like sitting on clouds.
My lips were soft and yet so demanding, coaxing out her brimming passion with patience even as my hands pulled roughly at her panties.
She reveled in the feel of me, from the slow dance of my tongue against hers to the hard planes of my body. And then she was just as naked as I was, and I was lifting her, turning her, moving her around the bed like it was nothing.
Arousal was a silken prison holding her body hostage, forcing her to reach for me mindlessly just for the pleasure of touch, to rock back against me just because it made my breathing hitch.
I ran big, rough hands over her body without pause, unapologetic as I fondled her thighs, squeezed her hips, and cupped the weight of her breasts.
She could see what she did to me: the way my cock twitched when she moaned, the way my breath stuttered when she moaned my name.
"Please, Alexei," she begged.
"Shhh. I want to be gentle with you."
"Oh shit, Alexei, whocares about being gentle. I want it rough," she whispered in a raspy voice, and I felt my restraint fading.
She reached forward to fist my dick. When her fingers closed around me and tightened on that satin steel, I growled out her name and grabbed her wrist.
I raised her hands over her head. Her moans sounded like music to my ears, and I couldn't bring myself to stop from entering her in one swift motion. I started to move inside her almost immediately.
I quickened the pace, and soon, the room was filled with sounds of our flesh slapping against each other’s, being ravaged with passion. Evelyn hit her climax, screaming out my name as her body shook from the pleasure. I followed her over the edge soon after, the explosion so intense I growled low in my throat and couldn’t help but stay inside her until the last pulse of my orgasm receded.
Soon after, she was snoring softly, and I still held on; I didn't want to leave her in this bed and go to mine. I knew we agreed that this was just a one-time thing, but deep down, I knew it wouldn't be just once.
Her lashes fluttered for a moment, and she turned around in my arms before she went back to sleep. I found myself smiling at her. This was the most peaceful I had felt in a long time, and I wasn't ready to let it go.
I finally succumbed to sleep too, and soon I was snoring lightly, still holding her. This was about to be the best night of my life in centuries.
CHAPTER 20 | DAUGHTER OF CELESTE
EVELYN’S POV
Waking up to Alexei holding me was one of the best things that had happened to me in a long damn time. Despite knowing that what happened between us last night was just a one-time thing, and we were just friends, it still made me feel wonderful inside. But would it be just one time? Could it possibly be with the incredible sensations and experiences of last night. The connection we made. I doubt it. I certainly hope not.
He got out of bed while I was in the shower, and though I had expected things to be tense between us, they were not. Alexei is a natural gentleman because he slipped back into his usual self, and even suggestedwe walk down to the station instead of driving. A warm feeling of friendship hung in the air, a silent understanding that went beyond words.
