Page 70 of Best Man
She kicked off her heels and turned her back to Sasha. “Mind unzipping me?” she asked, lifting her hair out of the way.
“With pleasure,” he said.
She felt his presence slowly near. He nuzzled in closely behind her, his hands going to her waist. He took his time undressing her. Grabbing the tiny zipper between his big fingers, he slowly and delicately lowered it, careful not to break it. As her dress opened, he leaned in and kissed her exposed flesh, his lips following the curve of her spine.
Last night was great—he was wild and forceful and rough—but tonight he touched and kissed her with a certain soulful sensuality that had her insides absolutely stirring with anticipation, and her pussy clenching with desire. She couldn’twaitfor him to be inside her again.
At last, the zipper reached the very bottom. Sasha slipped the straps from her shoulders and her dress fell between her ankles with a quietswish.She stepped out of the dress, wearing only a thong. He grabbed a greedy handful of her ass and gave a squeeze.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
She did, keeping her bosom hidden in her arms. But instead of giving him the kiss he wanted, she slowly retreated to the bed, making him give chase. He prowled after her, desire rising in his hungry eyes, until she led him back to the bed.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, her breasts still hidden.
Never taking his eyes off of her, Sasha furiously unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. His undershirt flew off next. The candle’s glow deepened the ridges of his six-pack abs, and gave his chiseled muscles a harder edge. He peeled his trousers off his tree trunk thighs.
“You’re so hot,” she said.
He snickered. “Me?” Finally undressed, he pounced on top of her and pinned her to the mattress with his solid mass. “Youare hot.”
He grabbed her by the wrists and pried her arms away from her chest. He held her hands high above her head, his eyes drawn to her exposed breasts.
“Iloveyour tits,” he growled under his breath. “They’re perfect. You know that?”
She hadn’tknown that—until last night, anyway, when he’d told her again and again how amazing her tits were. Her boobs held a certain power over him, which Paulina found sexy and empowering.
Sasha leaned in and took her pointed nipples into his insatiable mouth. She thrashed helplessly beneath him, pretending to be his captive as he rapaciously nibbled, pulled, and sucked on her sensitive buds.
“Kissme,” she pouted, even though she knew, being stuck beneath his heavy body, she was in no place to be making demands.
But Sasha was an attentive lover. He abandoned his favorite toys, leaving her aching nipples glistening with saliva, and gave her what she needed: his lips. A wildfire burned between their mouths as they passionately made out, each kiss throwing more fuel on the flames. He ran his fingers up and down her body, squeezing and caressing all her curves and turns. Their naked bodies writhed together. He was rock-hard, and she was sopping wet, which was a dangerous combination when she could feel the blistering heat from his manhood. His cock was big and thick and throbbing, and Paulina was starting to wonder irresponsible things—like what Sasha would feel like inside herwithouta barrier. Knowing she couldn’t trust herself, she squeezed her eyes shut and uttered those disappointing words before it was too late and they made a dumb mistake.
“Get a condom.”
He nodded. Slithering off of her for a moment, he reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out the box of condoms they’d used last night. He reached into the box, fishing for a condom—suddenly, though, he paused. He turned to her, a troubled expression painted on his handsome face.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered. Deep down, though, she already knew, and her heart was busily sinking.
“It’s empty.” To prove it, he turned the box upside down and shook it. “I think we used them all last night.”
Her palm met her forehead.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she groaned at last.
“Yeah.” The box made an empty clatter as he tossed it to the floor. “You have any more? Somewhere else, maybe?”
She sighed. “No. That’s all I had.”
Sasha dropped his head and muttered a Russian swear word. They stewed in miserable silence for what felt like an eternity.
“Maybe—” Sasha tapped his chin; unlike her, he hadn’t given up yet. “Maybe I could ask one of the boys for a condom? I’m suresomeonewill have one.”
“Yeah, but do you think they could keep it a secret?” she asked. “I don’t want one of your drunk teammates running around telling everyone that you were asking for a condom.”
He looked at her and didn’t say a word—but he didn’t have to. The grimace he wore and the doubt in his eyes said it all.
“Great,” she said. She let out a wail of frustration. “Aaaaaah! And you got me so—” She cut herself off, trying to think of a way to say it that didn’t sound so crude, before she decided crude was best. “—so fuckinghorny!”
