Page 35 of Night So Silent
Contrary to what Barrett might think, the last thing I want to do is split her in half. That would be egregious, sacrilege to the goddess that she is. Not to mention that it would completely ruin my plans.
“Why do you think I want to start with your tits?” I tilt my head, admiring them. “They’re so perfect.”
Her eyes flit down to her chest and right back up. “I know, right?” she replies smugly.
Fortunately, she’s perceptive enough to realize this. She’s not going to blush and downplay this fact like some insecure waif. They’re perfectly in proportion with her wide hips and the smooth, full curves of her thighs. A package deal.
Barrett runs her hand up my torso, the other still stroking me in a steady cadence. “Sergei, if I ask you something,” she pauses to brush her lips along my abs, leaving two kisses in her wake, “will you tell me the truth?”
My hand finds its way around her neck to the base of her skull, combing my fingers through her hair. “I have no reason to lie to you.”
The corners of her mouth curl. “Why did you come to the airport this time?”
I don’t answer right away, just gaze down at her, enjoying this vantage point. I might take my time, but I’ll always tell her the truth.
Gently, I squeeze her hair and tilt her head back. “Because I’ve spent a whole year listening to Brett talk about you. Andeven when you argue, her opinion of you never wavers. You listen but don’t judge, you’ve made me laugh without ever speaking to me, you miss your cat dearly, and you faced my friend’s killer without hesitation.”
As I talk, her hand continues to move, stroking my cock at her chest while she gazes up at me with compounding intrigue.
“After months and months, I finally got to hear your voice,” I continue, each one of her movements drawing out one confession after another. “One day, Brett put you on speaker while I was there and I liked it so much that I decided that, someday, I was going to bring you here. And now I can listen to you talk to no one but me. And I like the silence with you even more than that. Because that’s when you speak the loudest.”
Barrett’s eyes glisten with emotion, her breaths deeper and more impatient as she works me. My honesty might make her unravel right here on her knees, but the agonizing sensation of her tits against my thighs is nothing short of excruciating.
“Does that answer your question, my love?”
She nods and then presses her forehead to my abs, exhaling deeply as though a weight’s been lifted. And maybe it has. I tip her head up again so I can look her in the eye and then give a sharp nod to her chest.
“Now strangle my cock with your perfect tits,” I command.
Barrett doesn’t look away, locked onto my eyes with her smoky irises as she shifts her hands. Then she bows her head and a few moments later lets a mouthful of saliva drip from her lips down onto my shaft. She strokes my length and then does it again, and then again, lubing her cleavage with spit. Finally, I feel the pressure on my shaft as she palms the sides of her tits and presses them together. She bites her lip, unable to tamp down the feral grin breaking through as I gently rock back and forth.
One arm falls to my side and my head collapses back with an exhale. My other fist tightens in her hair, holding her firm while I fuck her gorgeous tits. She lurches back and forth, moving with my hips, and the sight of her cleavage pressing against her breast bone sends a rush through my chest. For as much self-control as I have, she’s destroying it by the second. She leans into my hand as I run my thumb up and down her cheek, every thrust like a tug on a string, threatening to unravel me.
Muttering a curse, this time in Russian, I release her head and pull away.
“I told you I was going to come in your mouth, but I want your pussy more.”
She eyes me with amusement. “You can sit in the snow, out in the middle of nowhere for days on end, but you’re impatient now?”
Leveling her a menacing look, I jerk my pants down and kick them off before sliding one knee onto the bed, then another. “I could putyourass in the snow and fuck you there if you prefer.”
Her eyes spark with excitement as she slinks backward, crawling away from me until her arms collapse and I’m on top of her, covering her mouth with mine and stealing every ounce of air from her lungs. Her body rolls like a wave against my muscles, a desperate moan escaping her chest as she pulls me close. I want to spread her wide and sink into her right now, but I can’t be reckless, otherwise Iwillsplit her in half.
I raise up onto my knees, slipping out of her grip. “Turn over.”
She complies and lets me guide her onto her stomach, revealing the most exquisite ass I’ve ever seen. Full, round, and more than enough for me to get a good grip.
Fuck,does this woman have any flaws?
She looks over her shoulder at me with that devious smile as she spreads her knees wider and arches her back. Swinging myarm out, she gasps when I give her right cheek a smack and then grab a handful, giving it a shake.
“You'll fit me better like this.” Her breaths are audible as I give her hips a tug, bumping her ass against my thighs. “Use your words now. Tell me what you like.”
“Touch me,” she breathes. “I need your fingers to stretch me first.”
Reaching down, I slide my hand between her legs, soaking my fingers as I commit every contour to memory. The hum of her moan when I slip one, two, then three fingers inside her threatens to make me come from the sound alone. And that’s to say nothing of her slick walls pulsing around my knuckles while I do it.
“Oh, my god,” she moans, her knees sliding further apart, “that’s so good.”
