Page 13 of You Know I Love You

“Does that bother you?” I rest my hand on her bare thigh. Her legs fall open a few inches, and I let my fingers stroke the inside.

“No.” She turns her head to peek up at me. “It’s exciting.”

“Is that all you’re after, Princess?” I let my hand drift up farther. Again she parts her legs further for me. “You want a thrill?”

“I don’t know what I want.” I sink my fingers into her hair, tilting her head back.

“You want me.” I dig my fingers into the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side.

“Vasily,” she whimpers. I glide my fingers against her pussy, finding her clit. Her cunt is already wet for me. I bet my girl is a live wire ready to go off. Willa keeps all that passion locked away and hidden, but it so badly wants to come out to play. She is just a hair trigger away from exploding.

“Say you want it. You wantme.” A darkness inside of me needs that. I hate that feeling or idea that she could slip away from me. I’ll do whatever I need to try and soothe that beast before I do something I shouldn't. At least not this soon.

“I want you.” Her back arches when my finger strokes her clit gently.

“You want me to make you come?”

“Please.” Her eyes drop to my mouth, and I know she wants me to kiss her. I want that too, but I need her to watch me asImake her come. To give her that release that she so desperately needs. To know without a doubt that I want her to be happy, more than I want my next breath.

“I’ve got you, Princess.” I roll her clit between two of my fingers, guiding her closer to the edge. Her hips start to rise. Icircle her clit, applying more pressure. Willa's lips part, her eyes dilating as I take her there, stroking her needy clit over the edge.

“Vasily!” she cries out, coming on my fingers. But I don’t stop. I keep going, never letting up. Willa starts to shake her head back and forth.

“It’s, it’s too?—”

“It’s mine, and you’ll give it to me,” I tell her before finally taking her mouth and making her come again for me. This time I swallow her moans of pleasure, devouring them for myself.

Her body melts back down into the chair, and I release her mouth. She blinks and her eyes slowly open as I remove my hand from between her thighs. I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.

She tastes better than I could have dreamed of. Too pure for the likes of me. I should walk away, but I won’t. I need more.

“Next time you want to come, it will be against my mouth. Got it, Princess?” Willa nods her head. “Good girl.” I fix her panties and pull her skirt back down and into place. “Now finish your breakfast.”

Willa sits up, still a bit dazed. Her lips are swollen. There is no way I'll be able to sleep in bed with her another night without squeezing every inch of me inside of her. Claiming all of her for myself.

Chapter Eight

WILLA

“You look hot as fuck, Princess, but where are your glasses?”

“Really?” I was thinking I might look silly if we’re going out to a nightclub. I’d waved my hair and put on makeup. Vasily had really thought of everything when he got me things.

The skirt is leather, but it’s a soft leather that’s pleated so that when I spin, it flares up. This is a feature I love in all my skirts. I paired it with a cotton candy pink polo-style sweater, which fits snuggly. My Mary Janes are black with ruffled socks that are the same color as my sweater and the big clip I used to push part of my hair to the side.

“Yeah, babe, but your glasses,” he says again.

“I thought they might make me look bookish.”

“Do you like looking bookish?”

“I do, but it?—”

“Hot as fuck. Now where are your glasses?”

“In the bathroom.” I’m barely finished telling him where they are, and he’s already headed in that direction. He returns a second later, slipping them on for me.

“Don’t forget, Princess. You had me falling for you in that cat sweater. It’s safe to say I think your style is sexy as hell on you.”Heat rushes to my face, and I smile up at him. I’ve never had a man be so direct around me. I’m finding that I really enjoy it. But that’s most likely because it’s coming from him.