Page 81 of Wilt

Right.

That doesn’t matter. Only the emotions that consume and lick and dance in me matter. Only they are real.

“So fucking exquisite. Better than any dessert.” He kisses my throat. “Anything.”

His words slide and reverberate through me, and a hot tear slides free. I’m on the brink and he hasn’t even touched my pussy. He’s tasting and savoring, driving me right up there to that edge.

“Spread your legs for me? Please, Rose.”

Never—I swallow hard. He’s never done that before. Asked. It’s a revelation. I don’t hesitate: I open my body, my heart, my center to him, give him my trust.

His mouth whispers on me as he licks and kisses and tastes my pussy, my clit, and I’m shaking so hard, that orgasm I was on the edge of sweeps me up and I convulse. It’s only the beginning, I realize. There’s a bigger one he’s guiding me to. Bigger. Better. It’s there, at my edges, calling me with every lick of his tongue, suck of his mouth on my flesh. I just feel it, a buzz in my veins.

My fingers push in his hair as it builds. He’s working me different than he has before. This is slow, steady, hitting a spot just right in all the wrong and perfect ways, over and over again.

I’m crying, writhing, whispering meaningless words as I whimper and moan and beg for him to hurry, but he won’t. He doesn’t change a thing. Nikolai keeps at it, a slow and steady intensification of his tongue, lips, everything.

I want to shake apart, but every time I get there, at that very edge, he pulls back. He’s a tide, one that knows how to work me, and I’m begging, begging, begging him.

The litany of noises falling from me is nonsense but the meaning is thick in the air and finally, just as I’m there, he stops.

I’m trembling, on the highest of ledges. “No, Nikolai,” I whine.

He moves up my body, prowling, and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue as he nudges my legs further apart, his cock notching at my entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Rose.”

“Yes…”

This is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for… After all this time…

But he doesn’t yet. He looks at me. Hard.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Rose, I need you to say it out loud. I need you to give that permission. You had a little wine, so…”

“Half a glass. I’m fine.” I swallow. The realization hits me: he’s not going to give me what I’m begging for unless I ask him straight out. Point blank.

That power crumbles into submission for him to take me, use me, do what he wants.

I take hold of his face in both hands and move to catch his gaze.

“Nikolai,” I say clear as day. “I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. I want you to take my virginity. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

He brings his mouth down hard on mine, then moves from my lips to my throat, biting my pulse in a soft, sucking nip. Then he looks at me again, sliding his hand between us and grabbing his cock. I can feel both the tip of his cock at my entrance and his fist on my thighs. It’s an explosion of anticipation that I almost can’t handle any longer.

“Say it again, Rose. Do you want me to fuck you?” He sounds strained, almost likehe’sthe one begging now. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve every heard.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me. More than anything.”

He smiles, and he thrusts into me, hard and fast, right down to the root. A little scream slips out from between my lips at the slight pain of the sudden stretch. Even though I’m so prepared, I’m not at all for the girth of him.

Finally, he’s completely inside me.

We’re one.

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