Page 17 of Only For Your Touch
Since she wanted it, too, she gave in to his demand and clamped her mouth around him, took him to the back of her throat, and held him there.
His body shook and sweat gleamed on his forehead, rolled down his temples. Though he was hard and throbbing in her hand and mouth, something held him back. The struggle, along with the lust, creased his cheeks, the corners of his mouth. Maybe it was the vulnerable position. The stripping of control. Whatever it was, he couldn’t…
“Let go,” she whispered, planting a hot, openmouthed kiss on his hip before trailing her lips up his length. “I have you, baby. Let go with me.”
As if he’d been waiting on her permission, with a shout, he exploded. Semen hit, and she pulled back a little, but immediately returned, still jacking his flesh and swallowing every drop. Only when she was sure he had nothing left to give did she fall back on her haunches. Her mouth ached, her throat felt sore…and she’d never been better.
Lifting each foot, she removed his shoes and socks, then shoved his pants and boxers down his legs. By the time she finished stripping him, his cock bobbed against her cheek as if it hadn’t just jetted cum down her throat.
With his pants hanging around his hips, he’d been a sexy beast. Naked, he was a god.
“Can you get out of those?” she asked, standing and backpedaling toward the bed.
He didn’t answer—was already removing the cuffs. Need whirled through her, enflaming, invigorating her. As he worked on the buckles of the last cuff, she removed her bra and panties and scooted back on the bed. He stalked closer, and her heart thudded, her sex spasmed.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, crouching on her hands and knees. He set his palms on the mattress, hiked a knee on the edge, and met her halfway. His mouth devoured her, his tongue thrusting past her lips, tangling, licking, sucking. She tilted her head, and he took full advantage, plunging deeper. Their tongues, lips, and breath mated, mimicking what her sex clenched and begged for.
“On your back,” she said. “I need you inside me.”
Watching her with the hunger of a predator, he climbed fully on the bed and stretched out, curling his fingers around the edge of the mattress.
“Can you take me,lisichka?” he taunted. “Can that tight little pussy take all of me?”
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and straddled his thighs. Pressing his length forward against his abdomen, she slid her folds over him, bumping her clit over the cap. Groaning, she repeated the stroke, grinding, and circling, coating him in her. But God, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. Sucking him had turned up the dial on her hunger; she’d damn near come from him in her mouth, in her throat. Now she needed that same thick length filling her.
“Condom?” she asked.
He jerked his chin toward the bedside table. “Drawer.”
In seconds, she had the drawer opened, condom out, and rolled down his column.
Rising to her knees, she notched him at her opening. Lowering, she pressed down. He penetrated her, and she bit her lip at the fullness. Moaning, she sank more, and stopped, gasping. Glancing down, she saw she’d only taken his head, and she burned, stretched. Whimpering, she lifted her gaze to Sasha. She’d never been with someone as big as him. But her pussy clenched and rippled, practically begging her to take more.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he crooned. “Circle your clit and pulse on me. Take a little at a time. As long as you need. Just take me.”
Sliding her fingers between her thighs, she swept a finger over her clit, stroking and rubbing it. Stoking the fire insanely higher, brighter.
“There you go,” he praised. “Harder. Rub harder, like it’s me touching you. Like my tongue.” She groaned, pressing harder against the engorged bundle of nerves, and a flash of fire lit her up. “Now get down on me, baby. Serve that pussy up to me.”
She didn’t know if she was ready, but she didn’t care. She needed him inside her. Inhaling, she dropped down on him.
“Oh.God.” She clenched her teeth, imprisoning a scream.
So much. Too much. Not enough. He stretched her. Burned her. Branded her.
She fell forward, her palms slapping his shoulders, harsh pants exploding past her lips.
“Hold still,lisichka. Hold still. Ohfuck, you’re so tight. So goddamn wet andgood,” he growled. His body trembled beneath her, and she knew from the sweat dampening his face, throat, and shoulders that he struggled against thrusting up, against taking over.
Air, harsh and loud, expelled from her lungs. But even as her body shrieked, a heat started building deep inside her, beating back the pressure and the bite of pain. Sasha was inside her…inside. Her. Every throb of his cock pushed against her walls. Every involuntary flex massaged her, eliciting a groan.
“Move, baby. Fuck me. Take. Me,” he rasped.
Lifting halfway off his dick, she eased back down, slowly, circling her hips against his. She gasped as her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, arrowing pleasure to the heart of her. She repeated the motion. Again. And again. Until she rode him, picking up speed, racing after the orgasm that loomed so close, she could feel the lick of its flames.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his flesh swelling inside of her. “Tell me when to come,” he snapped. “Let me know when I can come inside you.”
“Not yet,” she breathed, her voice breaking on “yet” as another graze of her over-sensitized clit had pleasure shuddering through her. “I’m so close, so close…” Leaning back, she palmed one of his thighs, arched her back, and circled her clit.
Sparks crackled and popped, and oh Christ… One more caress. One more stroke. Caress. Stroke.
“Now,” she screamed, and splintered.
Hard hands clamped down on her hips, jacking her up and down on his cock, pushing her through the orgasm, dragging every wave and ripple out of her. Dimly, she heard a low, rumbled roar. But by then, she was floating.
And she willingly let go, knowing she wasn’t alone.
