Page 45 of Night So Silent
Carefully, I twist away from his grasp, rotating on his lap until I’m facing the windows, which might as well be a majestic photo spread on some bougie travel blog. But the solitude mixed with the exposure make for an intoxicating combination that immediately starts to seep down my thighs. I shift to one side, lifting one arm over his head and raising up so that I'm squatting over his lap.
“Take out your cock,” I command. “I need you nice and hard.”
Sergei hesitates, looking me up and down with his mouth still slightly ajar.
“Is this too brazen?” I tease. “Are you afraid of who will see you fucking me in the window?”
“Who would see?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
I lean in, brushing my nose along the scruff of his cheek. “All the monsters in the woods,” I whisper in his ear. “The werewolves that don't exist. Maybe a few Sasquatches.”
“They'll have to fight me for you,” he rumbles back, palming my breast and pulling me against his shoulder.
With his other hand, he does what I ask and reaches down the front of his sweatpants. A moment later, his tip sweeps over my pussy, sending an electrical current down to my toes.
“You know whatIlike.” I reach between my legs, guiding him along my edges until I feel him notch in my entrance. “Now you’re going to show me whatyoulike.”
Before he can respond, I begin to sink down, slowly taking him in as my jaw falls open. He watches intently, his breaths getting deeper as I rise, only to sink back down again with a satisfied moan. Sergei grips my waist firmly with both hands, holding me steady while I roll my hips up and down the length of his cock. Exposed in front of the massive windows, my core pulses with each movement. I want to take him in deeper still.
“Use me,” I murmur on my breath. “Use me like a toy to make yourself come.”
And he’s going to make me come, too, while he does it. Because there’s nothing better than being used by a man who loves and respects you, who’s completely enamored by you.
“Brave woman, aren’t you?” Sergei tightens his grip and slows my pace, lifting me to the edge of his length before bringing me back down to take him to the hilt.
My head rolls along my shoulders, sweeping my hair across his face. “Don’t you dare hold back,” I tease. “You don’t scare me.”
His pace quickens, his fingertips pressing so good into my flesh. My thighs tremble with satisfaction as my words make him harder, stealing my breath as he stretches me even more.
“Faster,” I plead, the deep pulse of his cock making my eyes roll.
He reaches up with one hand and rakes his fingers up the back of my scalp. Then he clenches his fist and gently pulls my head back. “You go where I put you,” he rasps in my ear.
Every touch feels torturous as Sergei runs his hands along my curves, teasing my hip crease but always pulling back before dipping down too far. But even he can’t resist after so long. Soon, his pace increases and I roll my hips with every pulse, chasing the high along with him.
“Look at you,” he groans. “You're a goddamn sparklernow.”
My eyes round.Holy shit. Sergei has jokes.
Sergei Mikhailov is fucking funny.
A drunken grin spreads across my face. “I do know how to make you explode.”
“How could you not? That pussy's hot as fuck.”
I could do this all day with him, especially because every one of his raunchy puns drives me further toward the edge. Maybe wearemade for each other. With every thrust, I fall deeper into his world. And now I want to get lost, stay hidden and locked away with him.
“Tear me apart,” I creak out. “I know you want to.”
Sergei pulls me down, burying himself deep inside me. “I’ll always treat you like myPrintsessa,” he hums, leaving kisses along my jaw. “And then you’ll let me fuck you like a whore.”
Moments later, he grabs me around the waist and rises from the sofa. With a gasp, I grab his arm at my stomach as he hooks his other under my knee. Still inside me, he ambles across the living room to the bookshelf in front of the window. Flanked by the potted plants, he carefully sets my knees on the top of the waist-height shelf.
My knees splay out as his massive hand grips the back of my neck and presses my cheek and breasts into the frigid glass. I suck in a sharp breath at the sting of the cold on my nipples, my fingertips turning white against the pane. I must be insane. It has to be him…this place. If any other man tried to do this to me it would trigger my flight response faster than you could say “personal protective order.”
But not Sergei. I want to see the parts of him that no one else gets to see. And I want him to see the parts of me that no one else does.
“Whatever’s out there will have a perfect view of you now.” Then he gives a sharp thrust, eliciting a high-pitched moan from me. But then he stills for a moment. “How will I know if you want me to stop?”
