Page 24 of Tracking Shadows

I suck lightly, teasing her, nipping at the sensitive skin with my teeth, and she gasps. The fabric is wet now, clinging to her, and I can feel the heat of her through it, can smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

“Alexei . . ..”

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs, taking my time as I peel the fabric away from her skin. She lifts her hips to help me, her body trembling with anticipation, and when she’s finally bare before me, I just look at her, drinking in the sight of her naked and willing beneath me.

Her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she waits, the tension between us thickening with every passing second. My hands slide down her thighs, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath my fingertips, and I spread her legs, positioning myself between them.

I lean down, pressing my lips to the soft skin of her inner thigh, letting my breath fan over her heated flesh. She lets out a shaky moan, her hips twitching toward me, and I smile against her skin, savoring the sound. I trail my kisses closer, inch by inch, until I’m hovering just above her core, the scent of her arousal heady and intoxicating.

“Alexei,” she breathes, her voice shaky, pleading, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

I press my mouth against her, my tongue sliding through her wetness, tasting her, savoring the way she shudders beneath me. She moans, the sounds broken and desperate, and I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I explore every inch of her withmy tongue. She’s so responsive; every touch, every flick of my tongue makes her body tighten, and her moans grow louder.

I slide one hand up, teasing her entrance with my fingers. I push a finger inside her slowly, groaning at the way she clenches around me. Fuck! She’s so tight, so hot and wet that it makes my own need flare even hotter, makes me desperate to give her more.

I curl my finger inside her, finding that sweet spot that makes her cry out, and I focus my mouth on her clit, sucking gently, flicking my tongue against it in quick, teasing strokes. Her hips jerk, her hands fisting in the cushion, and she’s so close, I can feel it, can sense the way her body is winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

I add another finger, pumping them in and out of her in time with the strokes of my tongue, feeling the way she trembles, the way she gasps and moans, her body tensing beneath me as the pleasure builds. Her thighs shake, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants, and then she’s falling apart, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

She cries out, her back arching off the couch as she rides out her climax, her body clenching around my fingers. I don’t stop; I keep my mouth on her, keep my fingers moving inside her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she’s trembling, limp, and spent.

When she finally collapses back against the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps, I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I watch her. She’s beautiful, flushed and glowing. I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to her stomach,savoring the warmth of her skin and the softness of her body beneath me.

She opens her eyes, meeting my gaze, and there’s something in her expression, something soft and vulnerable that makes my chest tighten. I don’t say anything; I just slide up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips, tasting the remnants of her pleasure on her tongue as I settle beside her.

But I can’t ignore the tightness in my own body, the way my need for her is still burning hot and urgent. She reaches down, her hand brushing against the bulge in my trousers, and I groan, my hips thrusting up into her touch. I want her so badly, need her in a way that’s almost painful, and the look in her eyes tells me she feels the same.

I sit up, my body protesting at the movement, and start to undress, my eyes never leaving hers. I shrug out of my shirt, watching as her eyes follow the movement, her gaze flicking to my chest, and I relish the heat that flares in her eyes.

“Alexei,” she licks her lips, her gaze falling to my hands as I undo the button on my trousers, “I want—”

“I know what you want, baby,” I murmur, my voice rough as I tug down the zipper, freeing myself from the confines of my clothes. I’m already hard, my cock straining toward her, and her eyes widen at the sight of me, her cheeks flushing as her gaze meets mine.

I kick off my pants, eager to join my body with hers, and settle myself between her legs once more. She reaches for me, her eyes fluttering closed as she wraps her hand around my length, guiding me to her entrance.

The feel of her touch, of her hand on me, is almost too much, and I groan, my head falling back as I savor the sensation.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to her jaw, her neck, my lips brushing over her skin as I nuzzle her ear. “You feel so good, Irina,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “So fucking tight.”

I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock pressed against her, and hold her gaze as I push forward, slowly, inch by inch, joining our bodies together.

Her eyes widen, and I pause, giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling. I can feel her heat surrounding me, tightening around me, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to thrust forward, to bury myself deep.

“Oh,” she breathes, her head falling back as she clutches at my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin. “Alexei, oh, my God.”

I freeze, feeling how tight she is, how she clenches around me, and realization hits me. “Is this your first time?” I ask, my voice hoarse as I search her eyes.

She nods, her cheeks flushing, and something twists inside me.

“Fucking hell, Irina,” I grit out, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. “You should have told me.”

I start to pull out, but her hands are on my hips, her fingers digging into my skin, holding me in place. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she says, her voice breathy but firm, her eyes flashing with determination. “I want this. I want you.”

There’s a fire in her eyes, one that matches the flame burning in my chest, and my control snaps. I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her fiercely, pouring all my desire, all my need, into the kiss. One of my hands comes up to tangle in her hair, holding her head in place as I kiss her deeply.

I start to move, slowly at first, gentling myself, trying to go easy, but it’s a challenge with how good she feels, with how incredible her body is.

But then she moves, her hips lifting to meet mine, her body seeking more of me.

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