Page 34 of The Russian Retribution

“Makes sense.” I smile briefly.

“What about you?” Erik leans in close suddenly and reaches past me to turn the heat all the way down on the milk.

My heart leaps into my throat and warmth flushes over my skin. “I have a tattoo, yeah.”

His eyes dart down me, taking in my silky nightie. “Where?”

“Find it and I’ll tell you what it means.”

“Is that a challenge?” Our eyes meet. “You said never again. Moment of weakness.” Erik leans so close that it’s a wonder our lips don’t touch as he talks.

“This is just a dream,” I whisper. “It doesn’t count.”

Then our lips do meet. The kiss is soft at first, and Erik is cautious, like he expects me to immediately change my mind. I tell myself over and over that this is just sex. It will help me sleep. That lie does nothing to calm how hard my heart flutters when his thick arms wrap around my body and pull me close to him. His warmth sears against me like a brand, and it’s almost suffocating, but I lean into it and slide my hands to the back of his neck. My body arches into him, and he deepens the kiss with a grunt.

Then I’m floating as his hands slide over my ass and grip tightly, then he scoops me up into his arms. I wind my legs around his waist with a soft moan, looping one arm fully around his shoulders while my other hand grazes up into his hair.

Heat ignites in my core, and Erik stumbles back, bumping into the kitchen table with a grunt, but as he turns to lay me down on the table, I have a slight change of heart and break the kiss. “This is my dream,” I gasp softly. “So I’m on top.”

His brow lifts, and I lose myself in the darkness of his sparkling eyes. “As you say,” he murmurs, his voice taking on a throaty, slightly rough edge. Instead of placing me on the table, he slides onto it himself and I slide naturally into his lap.

Pressing both hands onto his bare shoulders, I push him down flat onto the table and follow him with a kiss. His tongue dances along the seam of my lips, and as I part them, hardness rises beneath me as his cock stirs. His joggers do absolutely nothing to hide his arousal, which is exactly what I want. His hands caress my sides, sliding up to my ribs and then back down to my hips.

“Do I get a clue?” he gasps as our kiss breaks.

“A clue?” I push myself up, bracing my hands on his muscular abdomen while his hips shift underneath me.

“About where your tattoo is?”

Rolling my hips down, pleasure peaks as his cock hardens completely underneath me. “No. That would be cheating.”

His eyes roam over me, and I can tell he’s trying to work out exactly where I would get ink on my body. But I’m not going to give him the chance. I’m too eager to feel that delicious weight inside me again, too eager to follow the curls of lust in my gut to a fantastic end. Thanks to his joggers, it doesn’t take me long to free his cock from the fabric, but with no lube on hand, I have to be very creative.

Erik lies on the table, keeping his hands on my hips as I raise myself up just enough to wrap my hand around his thick cock and stroke just once, then press it down against his pelvis. Raising my nightie, I delicately align myself and when I sink back down, my pussy slides over his cock. Erik moans and his hips jerk upward, sending a thrill of pleasure through me. My core tightens and dampness warms my pussy as I grind back and forth over the thick ridge of his cock. My juices coat him while my eyes close and I focus on teasing my clit with my fingers.

Erik’s hands slide around to my ass, squeezing and caressing me, then he slides them up to my lower back before moving them back to my hips. My body heats up like a warming flame, my heart races, and each grind of my pussy over his cock sends a shock of desire through my core. Massaging my clit, I watch Erik’s head fall back. His eyes close, and he’s well and truly distracted.

“Fuck,” he groans, his throat bobbing harshly as he swallows. “You’re so devious.”

“What is it?” I tease breathlessly. “Does it turn you on that I’m just using you for pleasure? Does it… frustrate you?” Leaning down, I snap my teeth gently around one of his nipples and Erik’s entire body jolts. His grip becomes like iron on my hips, and a jolt of excitement spears through me.

“You can use me however you want,” he pants. “Just know I’ll get my own back.”

“Oh, really?” Slowly, I rise and adjust myself. “And exactly how will you do that?”

As I finally sink down on Erik’s cock and take him inch by deep inch inside me, his plan for revenge dissolves into breathy moans. He clenches his teeth, tenses his jaw, and then thrusts his hips up to fully sheath himself inside me. I moan loudly and smother a laugh as all he can do is playfully glare.

Riding Erik lights my skin on fire. Every nerve screams for attention as I bounce on his cock and tease my clit with familiar fingers. Having him below me is an unexpected turn-on. Using him is also a turn-on, and knowing he’s happy to take it just makes the pleasure all the more delicious. Each rise of my hips draws a moan from my lips, while each rock down sendspleasure coursing through my entire body. I’m too hot and yet at the same time, I can’t have it any other way. Even the electric contact of my thighs against his hips burns, telling me I should move away, but I can’t. The heat sears us together. Sweat prickles sharply down my spine, my core clenches, and my heart races as, with each deep rock of my hips, I fall closer and closer to orgasm.

Erik grips my hips tighter, crushing the silk fabric between his fingers. His moans deepen, and just as he starts bucking up his hips to meet my own, I come with a cry.

My head falls back, the ends of my hair cling to my sweat-slicked shoulders, my entire body trembles like I’m about to shake apart, and my pussy clutches at his cock like it’s the only thing giving me life. Nothing can tear us apart at this moment. My fingers dance rapidly over my clit, milking every last second of pleasure from my orgasm while Erik finds his end inside me and comes with a deep, low moan.

By the time the tingles of pleasure fade and his cock softens inside me, I’m breathless and boneless. Sleep is now a sure thing.

Slowly, I ease off his cock and he helps me down from the table, then as I step away, he grasps my wrist and pulls me back for a kiss.

“I never found that tattoo,” he whispers huskily against my lips.

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