Page 6 of The Den of Sin
My skin burned, and my body shuddered with every lick of his tongue, each nip of his teeth against my clit.
His rough fingers dug into my soft hips and they bucked against his face, needing more.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered. His one hand traced down my hip, down my inner thigh, and I felt his finger slide inside me, filling me. I threw my head back, relishing the sensation. My mind blank of all other thoughts, Vasili’s name on repeat in my brain. Or maybe I was chanting it, I had no idea.
My body shook with need that only he could sate. I was so close, heat rushing through my veins as I struggled to breathe.
He hummed his approval and it shot through me, vibrating against my pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, his finger pumped deeper and deeper. Panting, I kept squirming under his firm hold. “I’m- I’m so-”
I couldn’t finish the thought. I was going to burst any second, chasing that intense, blazing pleasure. I lowered my head and our gazes met. My breath stuck in my throat, seeing desire in his beautiful eyes. Vasili was a god; there was no doubt in my mind.
His big shoulders against me, his mouth ate me out like a starved man. Another finger joined his first one, he thrust in and out of me, taking me higher and higher. Every rational thought evaporated and I broke apart, the orgasm crashing through me like a tidal surge. Sudden, strong, and shattering.
Panting moans whimpered on my lips as my body twitched slightly in the aftermath of the most amazing orgasm.
He lifted his body to a standing position, the water raining down on us.
“Holy shit,” I murmured, my eyelids heavy, and my body slumped against him. I pushed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing deeply as my heart rate slowed.I want to do this with him for the rest of my life,I thought to myself.
His one hand wrapped around my ass while his other tangled into my hair, his fingers gently gripped my strands.
“Too tired to keep going?” he asked darkly, as he gently pulled my head back so he could see my eyes.
“Never,” I smiled lazily, pressing myself against him. He was making me greedy, this feeling with him addictive and thrilling.
“Good,” he groaned, and I felt his hard shaft against me. “Because we’ve barely gotten started.”
A small gasp on my lips, I lowered my eyes between our bodies. His cock was rock hard, reaching for me, needing me as much as I needed him. God, was this normal? To feel this intensity with someone was exhilarating and exciting, it made me feel alive. And I had an inclination to think it was only because of him.
I reached out for his cock and stroked the smooth flesh over his hardness. His dick responded with a jerk, while I watched it with fascination. My thumb circled the tip of his hard length, cum glistening at the tip of it and then I smeared it down his shaft.
“I want to taste you,” I murmured, never looking away from his cock.
“Nothing would please me more,” he rasped and his next words just about set me on fire again. “Get on your knees, Isabella.”
* * *
I openedmy eyes and met Vasili’s gaze, watching me. He was sitting at my desk, his big frame probably uncomfortable in the small chair. He had his pants on, but his tanned chest was on full display. I still couldn’t believe last night. I’ve had a crush on him since freshman year; never thought he’d spare me a second glance or second thought. Till last night.
My body was sore, the sweetest exhaustion settled in my bones after all the things we did last night. Gosh, I felt good, sated… hmmm, happy. I smiled at him, but he didn’t return the smile and something in my chest squeezed with worry.
I pulled up the sheet and held it against my chest as I sat up, covering my naked body. “Is everything okay?”
“I have to go.” Something was off, but my brain was too slow to catch up.
“Okay,” I murmured, searching his face. He was a hard man to read. “When-” I pulled my knees up to my chest feeling vulnerable but unwilling to let life decide whether I should have this man or not. “When can I see you again?”
“That’s not a good idea.” My heart sank at his words and confusion settled in.
He wanted me; almost as much as I wanted him. I felt it. “Why not?”
Maybe I should have done the usual and kept my walls up, unwilling to face anyone’s rejection. But for some reason, with him, I always wanted to challenge him, push his buttons.
“Why not?” I repeated.
“Because you are in way over your head, Isabella,” he gritted out, sudden anger in his voice and eyes.
