Page 87 of Take the Sub and Run

The pressure against her scalp only made it better as his fingers worked her up and down, up and down. Not too hard or fast. Only pausing when he slid his fingers down to bring more of her arousal fluid up to her clit.

She’d transferred her hands from his head to his shoulders, holding on tight to keep her balance as he bent her back with a hand in her hair. Her leg muscles started to shake, and she didn’t dare breathe deep, lest she deflate the slowly building pressure inside her.

Then he leaned in, sucking on the nipple that had before now, only had his fingers.

Pleasure washed over and through her. Clit and nipple both sending frantic pleasure signals racing through her body.

The orgasm was low and hot, rumbling through her like an earthquake. It made her teeth clench and her thighs tighten on his. The pinnacle went on and on as his fingers slowed but didn’t stop rubbing her clit.

Finally, she collapsed against him, slumping on his chest. The air in the room felt cold against her sweat-dampened skin, but she didn’t have to shiver for long.

Andrei wrapped and arm around her then rolled them to the side until she was on her back with him over her, his hips nestled between her thighs.

“Do you think you’re ready for this?” His voice was rough, and as he braced himself above her, she saw that she wasn’t the only one who was trembling.

“If you need to, we’ll stop, and I’ll use my fingers.”

She nodded, nervous but still flush with pleasure.

Andrei sat up, first reaching around behind himself and grabbing the condom he’d apparently stashed in the waistband of his boxers.

He climbed off the bed for a moment to shuck his boxers, then was back in place between her spread legs.

He was beautiful.

Muscled but not muscular, with smooth skin that she wanted to lick. His cock was erect, the tip a deeper color than the shaft.

It looked huge.

She watched him roll the condom onto his dick, surprised at how sheer the condom was. When he was finished, she couldn’t really see it except for the ring at the base of his cock.

With that done, he focused on her, looking over her naked, spread body with a casual possessiveness.

“Knees up. Brace your feet on the mattress.”

Sofie repositioned herself, not looking away from his cock.

“Did you know that in classical antiquity, large penises were a sign of poor self-control and stupidity?”

Her nervousness had expressed itself as useless art facts. She winced.

Andrei took it in stride. “Is that why all the statues have small dicks?”

“Yes.”

Andrei looked at his own cock, lips twitching before he shrugged.

“Call me a dumb brute, then.”

Sofie giggled, then immediately worried she’d killed the mood.

“I love the sound of your laugh,” he murmured.

A softer emotion slid through her, and she was getting ready to tell him that she loved his smile and his?—

Andrei gently pressed her thighs open wider, bending a little to look at her spread, ready pussy. Worries about what to say and maybe killing the mood shifted to worries about what came next.

He stroked her sex from clit down to vagina. Gently he inserted one finger.

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