“I know, I’m not naive to think that.” I paused, then said, “Please I...let’s go to my place. It’s discrete and we don’t have to worry about someone showing up.”
His head snapped up. “You think you have this all figured out.”
“Honestly, not really. I’m just going with feeling, and right now I know what I want and what I want to experience.” I took a chance and swallowed. “And I think you do too.”
Kova pulled away and sat back on his knees between my opened legs. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, then maybe we wouldn’t have stopped. Immediately, I missed the heat of his body, the weight of him on me, his thumb caressing my nipple.
He ran a hand through his hair as I looked down between us. He was sticking straight up like there was a pole in his pants. He followed my gaze, palmed his big erection, and began stroking himself over his shorts. His chest was as red as a cherry and his tattoo caught my attention. I was enthralled by the pure sexiness before me. I’d never seen another guy do this and found it extremely mesmerizing.
“You are soaking wet,” he said in a throaty whisper. “I can see it.” He licked his lips. Heat rose up my chest and burned my cheeks.
Releasing his dick, he placed both of his hands on my thighs, pressing my legs down. His hands cinched upward, his thumbs digging roughly into my skin. I clenched my thighs when he neared my sex, wanting desperately for his hand to be there again.
In what felt like an eternity, he placed a thumb to my clit, over my shorts. My back bowed and my head flew back, a loud sigh releasing from me.
“Put your arms above your head and do not move. Stay still, Ria.” I did as he ordered and kept my eyes trained on his. “I want to give you what you need. This is the only way we can do anything...I do not trust myself.” I didn’t question his sudden change of heart and allowed him to do what he pleased.
He began rubbing circles against my throbbing little bud, that exquisite feeling came back full force. My thighs flexed, and he stopped. “Still.”
I nodded vehemently, then blurted out, “It’s not easy to sit still when you’re on the brink of an orgasm.”
He paused and responded, “It will make it that much better for you if you listen. Trust me.”
Kova continued his rubbing and as much as I loved it, I wished there wasn’t a barrier between my pussy and his finger.
Another slow, but steady circle around me made me gasp. My heart climbed in my throat, sensations tingled throughout my body. My thighs quivered. A drop of wetness slipped out of me and I wondered if he could feel it. My chest rose and fell, my nipples were little pebbles as his breathing grew deeper with each stroke of his hand.
Kova applied pressure to his touch and I expelled a loud sigh, loving every minute of this intense feeling. Needing more, my hips started to roll but he stopped.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I lied, and he pinched my clit though my thin shorts. My back arched, the pleasurable pain caused me to fade in and out. “Kova...” I whimpered.
“Tell me what you are thinking or I stop.” He rubbed harder and faster. “Tell me,” he demanded, and paused.
I whimpered, actually whimpered at the break, and then gave him the truth. “I was thinking about how I wish there was nothing between us, no clothes or anything, so I can feel your fingers...” I swallowed, “pushing into me.”
He growled. “And?”
I eased into it, his thumbing sliding dangerously low to the opening of my shorts. “I...I wondered if you could feel me getting wetter...like, see it drip down my ass.” Christ, my face was burning and I held in my breath.
“Ria, I do not know how to say this any other way, but take your shorts off. Now.”
I froze, my chest burning from lack of oxygen.
“Take them off, or else I will,” he said.
Insecurity clouded my head at the thought of him seeing me naked. “But you told me not to move.”
Kova’s deep rumble in his chest caused my fingers to tremble at the waistband. With two hands blurring in front of my face, he swiftly ripped my shorts off, leaving me exposed and my bottom half completely bare to him. And I let him, without faltering. Even though I was slightly apprehensive going this far with a guy, the need for his touch, to be closer to him, overpowered everything, and I succumbed to his demand.
“Fuck,” he hissed when his fingers immediately danced across my soft, plump flesh. My first impulse was to close my legs, but I found the inquisitiveness in his eyes to be appealing, so I fought against my own instinct. He was in awe while he stared down as a shaky breath left his chest, rushing from between his lips.
“I did not realize how bare you really are,” his voice cracked, muttering something in Russian. “Not a hair to be found. So smooth...”
I wasn’t expecting the change in touch to be so drastic, but Kova gripped my inner thighs and yanked me to him. He leaned down to my center, his nose grazed my buttery soft skin and inhaled. He tilted his head to the side, feeling me with his face before his tongue slipped out.
I held my breath again.
He wouldn’t.
Peering up through his thick eyelashes, he purposely locked eyes with me. His mouth was just centimeters from my pussy when his breath rolled against my hairless sex. My hips twitched against him and I let out a loud content moan. This was pure torture.
“I do not know what has gotten into me, I feel like a crazed man.” I could feel his words drift across my pussy. “You are so beautiful like this, the things I want to do, what I am thinking,” he admitted, his stubble tickling me. “You are glistening, soaking wet and dripping on to the floor for me. I love that I do this to you.”
On the floor?
My chest flamed hot, the blood pushing to the surface. My clit was throbbing in pain, longing for release.
The tip of his nose touched the top of my slit. “Spread your legs more,” he ordered, his words brushing against my center. He paused, his eyes taking on a new shade of green. “May I?”
My eyes were heavy with lust and they rolled shut. He was asking me? He didn’t need to ask, he could just take and I’d allow it. All I could manage to do was nod and wait for him.
He flattened his tongue and swiped up my sex from bottom to top, kissing it gently. My head flew back, my hands slammed onto the wood floor as a gush of air exploded from my lungs. Never in my life had I ever felt something so incredibly delectable, so easily addictive. It was like being high on drugs, not that I knew what that was, but I imagined this was better.
His tongue was soft and careful, and his eyes closed shut as if he was savoring me. My entire body was tingling, my head a hazy mess. I was growing wetter against his mouth when an orgasm began rising. I burned for release, desire pooling in my belly when his teeth scraped my clit.
“Oh God, Kova,” I whimpered. The pleasure was so intense I could cry from it.
Kova pulled back and I immediately felt the loss. I sat up on my elbows and asked, “What...what are you doing? Where are you...” I trailed off.
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he got on his stomach and sealed his mouth back over my pussy. I fell back to the floor and clenched my inner walls when his finger unexpectedly delved in and out, exploring every inch of me, massaging over my swollen lips teasingly, down and back up, like he was memorizing me.
“So good.” I rocked into his mouth. I couldn’t help the little moans that escaped my throat. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he inserted another finger. I wondered if he knew I was a virgin, but my nipples tightened in response and my thighs trembled before I could think any more of it. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last. I was on the edge of paradise, ready to fly, when his mouth sucked my clit. I jumped.
Pushing a little deeper, he broke the suction and said, “You are so tight, I can barely get two fingers in. Relax for me,
malysh
. I promise I will not hurt you.”
His words squeezed around my heart. For some bizarre reason, I believed him.
I looked at his face and I saw something else. A vein throbbed in his damp neck and his eyes were wild green orbs. He was straining, besieged with disturbing thoughts. I didn’t want him to regret this, to feel as though I pushed him, so I reached out and searched for his other hand. Finding it, our eyes locked and I put everything into my gaze. I laced my fingers through his and gave him a reassuring squeeze.
He was risking everything.
I’d never seen a man bite his lip from desire, but Kova did. He swallowed hard and entered me again. My thighs clamped around his head and his eyes rolled shut.
“Fuck, I am going to hell for this,” he said, curling his fingers inside of me.
“Ahhh,” I gasped, my hips bucked. “Oh God.” He pushed deeper, his thumb circled my clit and I cried out.
“Christ Almighty, you are so tight.”
“Kova, please.” He circled faster, licking his lips. I was so close to an orgasm I could taste it.
My hips rocked against his hand and I couldn’t stop. I wanted him to push farther in, but he didn’t, and I didn’t want to ask for more. If I was being honest, I was kind of scared for more. Not scared of what he was capable of, not scared he would cause me pain, but scared of the unknown, the future, and what he could emit from me.
And make me want again.
On the brink of release, I paused. Kova placed his mouth back on me and sucked, and thank God he did. The dense air suffocated us, my heart beat frantically in my chest while so many thoughts jumped around my head until the rising peak took over and I forgot everything.
I cried out, moaning. My hips propelled back and forth, rocking slowly in pleasure as the waves ripped through me. Clutching Kova’s wrist that was around my leg, I held on for dear life as I blew up from the pure rapture of his tongue, never wanting this moment to end. I groaned, and a deep sigh escaped my parted lips.
“That is it,
malysh
, give it to me,” he said, circling his thumb and pulling the powerful tremors from me. Once the orgasm faded, my hand loosened and my knees collapsed to the sides. I stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment, wondering how I could get Kova between my legs again. That was quite possibly the best feeling I’d ever had in my entire life.
I was utterly sated. Kova sat back on his hunches. Looking at him, his mouth was covered in my juices. So much so that I was embarrassed. He grabbed my little shorts and began slipping them back onto me. Once they were on, I sat up and scooted closer to him, noticing the massive erection tenting his netted shorts. He had to have blue balls.
When our eyes locked, I expected to see anything other than despair through the black webs surrounding his eyes. My brows furrowed, my stomach dropped. He hadn’t wiped his face yet but that didn’t stop me from leaning in and kissing him.
Kova held the back of my head to him as our tongues danced erotically slow together. I tasted myself on him this time, and it quickly turned me on. Again. My body warming, yearning for another orgasm.
I scooted over his hips and settled between his legs. I worried Kova would push me away, but he did the opposite. He held me close to his chest, in a lovers caress like he hated the thought of leaving me. He was warmth and comfort and my heart embraced him. As he tightened his arms, his erection strained against us. My hips began moving in slow waves against the hardness. Kova’s fingers dug into my head, desperation radiating from them. A growl tore from his throat and I whimpered, rocking harder, grinding until my clit hit him each time. I was almost there, so close again.
Kova leaned back and laid on the floor so I could straddle his hips. My hair caved around us, having come loose long ago. His erection was a different angle, and the tip slipped from his shorts and hit my belly button. He was hot and hard. I nearly melted into him, moaning in his mouth at the feel of his heated skin on mine, moving more frantically, feeling the orgasm burn below. His width hit every inch of my sensitive lips, sending me higher. He moved his hands from the back of my head to grip my hips and helped me rotate and grind into him, rolling my hips hard into his. He slipped a hand into my shorts and grasped my butt cheek, hard, hitching my leg up. The more I moved on him, the more his dick came out. I’d yet to see it and wanted to so desperately. I’d give anything to tear off our clothes and feel the real deal, feel my lubricated slit slide over him.
A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips. Kova growled, his length twitching between us. Little cries released as we feverishly kissed like untamed animals. Kova’s hands tightened, squeezing me as my toes curled under his legs. I rode him as an orgasm tore through me again. He rocked into me as a cry of pleasure left both of our lips. Kova groaned deep in the back of his throat, shaking beneath me while I rubbed myself all over his dick greedily.
Perspiration coated my skin as I floated back down to earth.
“Adrianna,” came out like he was struggling for air. Adrianna, not Ria. Kova loosened his hold. I responded by pulling back and meeting his pain filled eyes. My brows creased from the pinched looked on his face.
“Go,
please
,” was all he said.
I swallowed hard, agreeing. Standing up, I quickly headed for the door. Just before I left, I paused when a draft of cool air brushed my torso.