Page 176 of Skate the Line

She bucks with each flick of my tongue.

“Rhodes,” she whines.

I bite her thigh and fling her leg up onto my shoulder. I make a mistake and take a peek at her. Her head has fallen backward, and all I see are her wrists tied and her white-knuckling the shower head.

“Yes, solnechnyy svet?”There it is.That little pet name in Russian.

I skim my nose up her thigh, knowing damn well I’m teasing the hell out of her. Heat pools in between her legs, and she’s so wet I get lost. I lick and suck her clit into my mouth until I can’t stand it anymore. I press two fingers into her, and her hips start to move against my hand.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “Let me hear you.”

I watch with rapt attention. Her body moves against my hand, and she moans. I move to kiss her, but she flicks her chin and stares at her hands trapped. “Untie me.”

I pause and raise a brow. “Untie you because you’re afraid, or untie you because you’re so turned on you can’t stand it?”

I wait for her safe word.

But it never comes.

Her warm eyes darken, and she moves herself faster over my hand.

I smirk and lean in to kiss her.

It’s a sloppy kiss. My tongue explores her mouth, and I wrap my other hand around her neck.

Not enough to send her into a fearful state but just enough to get her attention.

She constricts around my fingers.

Her moan is loud and hot.

“There it is.” I break away from her and watch her chase the high. “Look at you letting go for me…and while being tied up.Such a khoroshaya devochka.”

She explodes when I call her a good girl. Pleasure paints her face while she comes, and it puts me into a trance.

“I have never seen something more perfect in my fucking life,” I say in awe.

I love watching her come.

It sends me to a high that I've never reached before. Ever.

Why is this so good?

I have never in my life wanted to give the reins to a woman, but I could lie on this wet tiled floor and let her fuck me until the team came barging in the next morning for practice.

Unable to wait any longer, I pick up both of her legs and press her onto the tiled wall.

“That was one orgasm.” Every one of my muscles strains, even my voice. “Now you owe me two more.”

Her eyes flutter open, and I’m at her entrance.

I don’t have a condom.

But I don’t care.

With the way she opens her legs farther, I don’t think she does either.

I shove inside her and stop breathing. My head falls to her shoulder, and she rises up a little more, using the shower head as her anchor.

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