Page 15 of The Russian's Innocent Prey
I kept my eyes on hers as I traced the curve of her waist, as I learned the map of her body with my hands and mouth. She shivered when I kissed the hollow of her throat.
“More,” she gasped. “I need more.”
I took her breast in my mouth, sucking and teasing until she moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair.
“God, yes,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
My hand slid down her stomach, fingers tracing the edge of her panties. “Can I?”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please touch me.”
When I hooked my fingers into the lace and pulled it down, I felt how wet she already was, and it nearly undid me.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her skin. “You’re so wet for me.”
We tumbled onto the bed, and she rolled on top of me, straddling my still-clothed hips. She ground against me deliberately, and I thought I might come right there like a teenager.
“These need to come off,” she said, working my belt open with practiced efficiency. When her hand wrapped around my cock, I hissed through my teeth. “God, you’re so hard.”
“What did you expect?” I managed. “Look at you.”
She stroked me slowly, deliberately. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
The confession undid something in me. I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me, and she arched against me with a moan.
“Tell me what you want,” I said against her ear.
“Everything,” she breathed. “I want everything. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me like you’ve imagined doing all these years.”
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Not yet,” she said with a wicked smile. “I have plans for you first.”
I kissed my way down her body, determined to taste every inch of her first. When I settled between her thighs, she sucked in a sharp breath.
“What are you—oh God—”
I put my mouth on her, and she cried out, her hips bucking off the bed.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She tasted like salt and honey and desperate need. When I slid two fingers inside her while my tongue worked her clit, her thighs trembled around my head.
“Right there, yes, right—I’m going to—” She came apart with a cry that echoed off the walls. “Oh, God. Oh, God—”
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her skin as I kissed my way back up her body.
She pulled me into a kiss, tasting herself on my tongue. “I need you inside me,” she whispered urgently. “Please, I need—”
I positioned myself at her entrance. “You sure?”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to God—”
I pushed inside her, and we both groaned.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.
I had to stop for a moment, buried to the hilt, just breathing through the overwhelming sensation. “You’re so tight. I need a second, or I’m going to—”
