Andrei tugged her hand from her mouth, then kept hold of it as he pulled her around to the side of the bed.
To her surprise, he climbed on first and sat in the middle with his back against the headboard.
“Come here, Angel.”
Practically vibrating with nervous excitement, Sofie crawled across the bed to him, remembering the way she crawled across the floor when he ordered her to.
With soft words and firm hands, he guided her into position until she was straddling his thighs. Her own thigh muscles trembled in anticipation. Her wet, needy sex was bare and spread, the bulge of his cock close but not yet touching.
“Kiss me.”
She blinked in confusion.
“Kiss me, Sofie.”
Hands on his shoulders, she leaned in and down, pressing her lips to his. She was prepared for a quick hot kiss. A small appetizer before the entrée.
Instead, the kiss was slow and lingering. He teased and sucked her lips and tongue. The longer he kissed her, the more she relaxed into it, no longer focused on what would come next but instead on what was happening now.
She finally did the thing she'd imagine so many times, gently biting and sucking his full lower lip.
Gradually the kiss got more intense. His hand tangled in her hair to hold her still as his tongue thrust into her mouth, fucking her there the way he had with his cock.
His other hand cupped one breast, and when his thumb swiped over her nipple, she jerked free of the kiss to gasp.
“Please, Andrei. Please.”
“Anything, Angel. Anything.” He eased her back until she was sitting on his thighs, both hands on her breasts now.
He pressed them together, thumbing her nipples before switching to a gentle pinch.
“What feels better? This, or this.” He gently scraped the very tip of her nipple with one blunt fingertip, while the other was pinched and rolled.
“I…oh, I don’t?—”
“Or maybe this.” Bracing a hand against the middle of her back, he leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Teeth and tongue worked the sensitive nub, the constant stimulation making her hips start to rock back and forth. Her other nipple was twisted and tugged, the sensation occasionally tipping into the realm of pain, which only made it better.
Sofie tangled her hands in his short hair, anchoring herself to him the way she anchored herself to her own bed with makeshift restraints.
“Please, please,” she whimpered.
“Let me see if you’re ready,” he murmured against her breast. “Hips up.”
She lifted her ass off his thighs, making space for him to slip a hand between her splayed legs.
The first touch of his fingers on her slippery flesh was almost enough. Maybe would have been if she hadn’t jerked hard in reaction to the feel of two fingers sliding over her.
“You’re so wet. So ready for me.”
“Yes. I am. Please.”
“You come for me first.”
“No, no. I want to come with you inside me.”
“Maybe you will, but it’s your first time, and penetration orgasms aren’t guaranteed. However, I am very sure that if I do this…” He pressed his fingers on either side of her clit and started to rub in short up and down motions. “You’ll come.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She nodded so frantically she almost knocked their heads together. Luckily, he still had a hand tangled in her hair and pulled hard, forcing her head back, her upper body into an arch, before she could headbutt him.