His finger grazed my clit before tugging my panties down. When they hit my ankles, they got caught on my shoes. Crouching down, Russ lifted one of my feet and then the other, removing my G-string from me completely.
Looking up at me, he licked his lips. “You know what you do to me, don’t you?”
Running my hands over my breasts, I tried to soothe my aching nipples. “The same thing you do to me.”
Stuffing my panties in his pocket with one hand, he wrapped the other hand around my calf. “Nina, Nina, Nina.” He repeated my name softly as he rose to his full height. “Keep your legs open just like that for me.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance because he made my knees weak. His fingers coasted over my kneecap and up my thigh until they got to the end of the split in my dress. His touch inflamed my skin as he slowly moved toward my inner thigh.
My lashes fluttered closed, and I swallowed hard. Just knowing where he was headed caused my insides to quiver.
I didn’t just want him to touch me. Ineededhim to touch me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, forcing my eyes to meet his again. He brushed my wet slit. “Look at me.”
I let out a small shuddering breath before opening my eyes.
“I love the sounds you make,” he rasped, just before he spread me open. He pressed the pad of his finger against the hood of my clit. “Mmm.”
Holding his shoulders tight, I exhaled his name wantonly. “Russsssss.”
“You know how bad I want you right now?” he whispered hoarsely.
He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he continued. “It doesn’t matter where I’m at or what I’m doing, I think about you constantly.” His finger moved in a slow, methodical circle against my bundle of nerves. “So you can’t tell me your pussy is wet and waiting for me and think I don’t want to touch”—his lips metmine—“and taste”—another kiss—“and fuck.” A longer, more urgent kiss followed. “I want you. Can I have you?”
A shiver ran down my spine and I nodded. “Yes.”
The word was barely out of my mouth when he slid two fingers into my wetness.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I let out a desirous cry.
He smothered my outburst with his lips.
He had me so keyed up that I knew I would come quick.
Slowly moving in and out of my pussy with his fingers, he broke our kiss. “I was talking to someone I want to partner with, and you had my dick so fucking hard I couldn’t concentrate.” Using his fingers and his palm, he began rushing me toward my orgasm. “Is that what you wanted? Did you want me to think about blowing off everything I have to do tonight so I can stick my tongue in this pretty pussy of yours? You wanted me to think about eating this wet pussy and then sliding inside you, huh? It feels like that’s exactly what you wanted. You ready to grip my dick the same way you’re gripping my fingers?”
“Yes,” I moaned loudly. “Yessssssssss.”
His fingers spread my wetness over my clit. “I want you to come on my fingers the same way you’re going to come on my dick later.”
Watching him watch me, feeling him touch me, hearing him talk dirty to me was all too much. My entire body shuddered.
“Ohmigod,” I cried out.
“Listen to how wet you are,” he groaned, plunging his fingers into me. “You hear yourself? You hear how wet this pussy is for me?”
I couldn’t hear anything except for my heart beating rapidly and the sexiness of his words.
Desperately grinding on his hand, I felt my orgasm quickly approaching. The deep ache that overwhelmed me was reaching the point of no return as he skillfully worked his fingers in and out of me. I panted wantonly and unabashedly.
“Russ,” I gasped as our mouths devoured each other. “Russ, yes, that’s it.”
“You know how hard you have my dick right now,” he grunted. “This pussy stays so fucking wet for me. Let me taste you, baby. Let me stick my tongue right there and eat you until you come all over my face. Let me fill you with this dick so you can come hard on it for me. You know I love to feel this tight pussy cream all over me.”
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” I whispered repeatedly as I felt myself surrendering my power to him.
“I beat my dick before this shit, thinking about how it feels to be inside you,” he grunted.