Page 41 of The Russian's Innocent Prey
“Touch me more,” I begged. “I need your hands on me.”
“Where?” His fingers traced patterns on my thigh, so close to where I needed him. “Here?”
“Higher.”
“Here?” He moved fractionally closer.
“Stop teasing me.”
“Tell me what you want.” His breath was hot against my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Touch my pussy,” I gasped. “Please, I’m so wet for you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers finally sliding between my legs. “You weren’t kidding. You’re soaking.”
“That’s what you do to me.” I arched into his touch. “That’s what you’ve always done to me.”
While his hands explored me, mine explored the hard planes of his chest and the scars that told stories he’d never shared with words.
“What happened here?” I traced a particularly nasty scar along his ribs.
“Later,” he said. “Right now, I just want to feel you.”
“I want to know everything about you,” I whispered, but then his fingers found my clit, and I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. “Oh, God, yes, like that.”
“You like that?”
“Yes, fuck, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promised. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight you forget your own name.”
“Big words,” I managed breathlessly.
“Let me prove it.” He slid two fingers inside me, and I cried out. “So tight. So wet. God, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
“Then stop waiting,” I challenged. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet.” He curled his fingers, and I saw stars. “First, I want to watch you fall apart.”
Every touch was a vow. Every breath was a promise.
“You’re close,” he observed, his thumb circling my clit while his fingers worked inside me. “I can feel it.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “So close. Make me come.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please,” I begged, past pride, past games. “Please make me come. I need it so badly.”
“That’s my girl.” He increased the pressure, and I shattered, crying out his name.
When he whispered my name against my throat as I came down from the high, it sounded like a prayer. “So beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“I want you inside me,” I said as soon as I could speak again. “Now. Please.”
“Are you sure?” He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Yes, I’m sure. Just fuck me…. Please.”
