Page 44 of Tracking Shadows

"So beautiful," he murmurs, and his mouth is on me again, this time tasting the sensitive skin of my collarbone, then lower, as he pays homage to my breasts.

His tongue swirls around one nipple, and I moan, arching my back to offer myself to him. His hands cup my breasts, weighing them. Then his thumbs brush my pebbled nipples, and the sensation shoots straight between my legs.

"Alexei," I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. "Please."

"Please what, Irina?" he teases, his mouth moving to my other breast, giving it the same attention, lavishing and sucking until I'm squirming. "Tell me what you need."

"I want you to touch me," I whisper, and the plea falls from my lips without any hesitation. I'm beyond pride or shame; I just want his hands on me.

His fingers trail downward, skimming my ribs, my waist, and lower still. I lift my hips, silently begging him to hurry, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh. He's torturing me, tormenting me with feather-light touches when I need so much more.

I whimper as he avoids the place I need him most, his fingers ghosting over my belly, his mouth never ceasing its attention to my breasts. My heart is pounding, my skin feels too tight, and my breaths are coming in short, sharp gasps. "Alexei, please."

"Shh," he soothes, lifting his head to capture my mouth in another soul-stealing kiss.

He finally relents, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my trousers, tugging them down along with my panties, breaking the kiss only long enough to rid me of the fabric. I lift my hips to help him, needing to feel his touch on my bare skin.

"Turn around," he whispers against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "Hold onto the table."

I do as he says, gripping the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as I brace myself. I can't see what he's doing, but I feel his tongue on my clit, swirling, flicking, driving me wild. I moan, pushing my ass back toward his face, silently begging for more.

"Fuck, Irina," he groans, and then his mouth is on me, sucking, licking, driving me out of my mind. I can't keep still, my hips bucking as pleasure shoots through me. His finger slides inside me, scissoring, fucking me with it as his tongue works its magic.

"Oh, fuck!" I cry out, my head falling forward as I struggle to keep my balance. My arms shake as I cling to the table, my body on fire. "Alexei, don't stop!"

He doesn't stop, his tongue relentless as it dances over my most sensitive spot. His finger curls inside me, finding that sweet spot, and I swear I see stars.

"You taste so fucking good," he muffles between my legs.

"More," I beg, not caring how desperate I sound. "Please, Alexei, more."

He adds another finger, stretching me, filling me, and I cry out, my legs shaking. "You feel so tight, Irina. So wet."

He curls his fingers again, hitting that spot, and I swear I'm going to come undone. "Alexei, I'm gonna—"

He sucks my clit into his mouth then, and that sends me over the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cry out, my body convulsing as pleasure explodes through me. I can feel my juices flowing, my body pulsing around his fingers as he rides out my orgasm.

Slowly, I come back to Earth, my legs like jelly as I try to stand. Alexei steps up behind me, his chest pressed to my back, and I can feel his erection against my rear.

I feel him step back, and then his hands are on my hips, turning me to face him.

My eyes immediately drop to the bulge in his pants, and my breath catches. He's unbuttoning his slacks, and I realize with a shock that he's not wearing any underwear. My pulse quickens as I watch him slowly lower the zipper, revealing a hint of dark, curly hair.

His eyes never leave mine as he steps out of his pants, kicking his shoes and pants away. And then he's standing before me, gloriously naked, his erection proud and demanding. I can't help but stare, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.

He reaches out, his fingers trailing lightly up my bare arms. "You like what you see?" he murmurs.

I swallow hard, my eyes flicking up to meet his. "Of course," I manage to say.

A slow smile spreads across his face, and he steps closer, his body brushing against mine. I can feel the tip of his cock against my lower abdomen, and I suppress a shiver.

His hands move to my hips, pulling me closer until the hard length of him is pressed against my core. I gasp at the contact, my eyes fluttering closed as I savor the sensation.

"Alexei," I breathe, my hands moving to his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. "Please."

He chuckles, low and dark, his thumbs stroking my hips in a tantalizing rhythm. "Please, what, Irina?"

"You know what I want," I whisper, my breath coming in short gasps as he rubs himself against me, teasing me with what I need.

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