Page 48 of Possess Me
There was pressure and sexual tension, so much so I couldn’t catch my breath. He knew exactly how to drive me crazy, keeping me right on the sweet edge of nirvana. I jerked up, shaking all over as the first orgasm swept through me.
I expected him to continue licking, allowing me to come down from the beautiful high, but he had other things in mind. Removing his fingers from my tight channel, he smacked them against my pussy.
“What?” I knew the single word had to have been said in a bellow.
He chuckled even more darkly and repeated the action.
I fell back against the chair, panting when he provided sweet relief, once again sucking on my clit. I raked my hand through his hair, marveling at how soft the thick strands were.
My toes were still pointed as he thrust four fingers inside. Within seconds, lights flashed in front of my eyes as the raw heat and pleasure forced a wave of ecstasy through me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I was smacking my hand on the arm of the chair, no longer able to focus.
When I finally started to come down from the intense high, he sat back, taking his time to drag his tongue around the edge of his lips.
“Utter perfection. Has anyone ever told you that you taste like sweet peaches?”
Why was it that the statement made heat rush across my face all over again? “Never.”
“V mire yest’ muzhchiny, kotoryye ne zasluzhivayut takoy potryasayushchey krasoty na svoyey ruke.”
“You can’t leave a girl hanging. What did you say?” I remained breathless, completely incapable of thinking clearly, but hearing him speaking Russian was as if velvet had been swept over my body.
“I said there are men in the world who do not deserve such a stunning beauty on their arm.”
“As I told you before, flattery will get you nowhere.”
“And what do you believe will?” As he stood, I lifted my head, but didn’t bother moving. As strange as it sounded even to me, I was very comfortable.
He decided to give me a show, taking his time unfastening his belt. Perhaps he was tormenting me on purpose, another reminder that as he’d said, I wasn’t in control and would need to obey him. The thought was still strangely delicious.
I lifted my head, trying to concentrate on what he was doing, but as he shifted his hips back and forth, he was making it very difficult. Yes, I’d had the luxury and joy of seeing him completely naked, but that had been different.
Right now, I could simply reach out and touch him if that’s what I wanted. The thought was empowering.
Maybe I was just in a playful mood since it was so easy to do around him, but my answer, albeit truthful, caught me off guard. “Hot sex.”
He stopped short just after he unzipped, bursting into the kind of laughter that was so genuine I found myself tingling all over again. He had that kind of effect on me.
Not just because of his sizzling good looks or his dominating prowess, but because he had the ability to express light and dark almost at the same time.
He said nothing as he tugged his trousers over his carved hips, guiding the material to the floor. He was wearing boxers. I had to admit that before him I’d preferred men in briefs, but he made the whole thin cotton look too sexy.
When he was completely undressed, he planted one hand on the arm of the chair followed by the other five seconds later. Very slowly he lowered down as I lifted my head. I could smell myself on him and it was strangely inviting, so much so I darted out my tongue, licking across the seam of his mouth.
I could easily spend hours doing nothing more than kissing him.
But I had to admit the excitement continued to build and I was unable to focus on anything but having his cock buried deep inside.
“Hot sex? Does that mean you need my dick thrust deep inside of you?”
I rubbed the flat of my hand down his chest, teasing him as he’d done with me by rolling just the tip of my pinky across his sensitive slit. I’d be damned if pre-cum didn’t ooze across his cockhead. Unable to help myself, I rolled my finger through the glistening beads, bringing my finger to my mouth.
Vissarian had a wry smile on his face, watching me quite intently.
“Yes. I do.”
Without hesitation, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, jerking me to my feet. The hard pull slammed me against his chest.
