Page 29 of Wicked Vow

I’m not sure what time she goes to bed now, but it’s getting late. I’d avoided listening to the feed from her bedroom so far, almost afraid to hear her so intimately again and lose control. Still, I can’t resist it any longer.

I needsomethingof her. Something to make me feel close to her again.

I sit on the edge of the bed, clicking over to the feed. It’s quiet at first, only the faint sounds of the wind from outside her window or branches tapping on the glass. And then, as the minutes tick by, I finally hear it.

The sound of a door opening and closing and soft footfalls on the carpet.

My pulse leaps into my throat, my entire body tensing with anticipation. I have no idea what I’ll even hear, but at that moment, it’s as if she’s in the room with me again, her breath near my ear, the warmth of her body close to me, and I can feel myself aching for it.

When I hear the faint creak of her settling down onto the bed, I swallow hard. I can almost feel her near me, the smoothness of her skin, the breathless knowledge that I have her at my mercy, and the room around me fades away, all of me focused on a woman miles away.

I expect to hear her going to sleep and nothing else. I hadn’t dared hope to hear more. And so, when I hear her shift in the bed and her quick intake of breath followed by the smallest muffled moan, my cock is so instantly hard that, for a moment, I think it might break the zipper of my jeans.

I groan with the sudden rush of arousal, one hand clenching the edge of the mattress as I lean forward, desperate for more. I want to be there with her, seeing her pale skin flush pink with desire, seeing her eyes widen as I touch her, feeling the wet heat of her flesh. It feels like fucking torture to be so far away from her, grasping for whatever echoes of her I can as I hear her shift on the bed again, the rustling of the sheets as she moves.

“Fuck,” I breathe aloud, only half aware of my hand fumbling at my zipper as I drag it down to free my aching cock. I hear another gasping, muffled moan, and I can picture her turning her face into the pillow as her hand slips between her legs, trying to keep quiet as she starts to pleasure herself.

My hand wraps tightly around my cock, and I fumble with the other one for the panties I’d stolen last night and shoved into the nightstand drawer. I need more than just my hand; I need something of her.

The silky fabric feels cool against my heated, straining flesh, and I groan as I hear the slow, wet sounds of her fingers, so faint that it’s almost not enough. I lean forward, my hand moving feverishly over my throbbing cock, listening for the sounds of Natalia bringing herself to a climax that I want so desperately to give her.

She’s close already, I can tell. I can hear her quick movements and the way her breath speeds up. I hear another of those small cries, bitten back so that no one will hear, and I crave the feeling of her mouth under mine, swallowing up the sounds of her pleasure. I want to taste her, touch her, fuckingdevourher, and I know, even as my cock swells in my hand, my entire body tensing with the pleasure rippling through me, that this isn’t enough. It won’t sate my need for her.

If anything, it will only make it worse.

I hear her suck in a sharp breath and hear the slow motions of the bed stop as she freezes. I can picture her hand clutched between her thighs, her fingers rubbing frantically in that last moment before she comes. My cock throbs, pre-cum sliding down my shaft and drenching the silky fabric of Natalia’s panties wrapped around it, and I can smell the scent of her.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck–” I groan, trying to hold back, wanting it to last a little longer. She’s never satisfied with one orgasm, I know that, but as I hear her muffled groan, I almost lose control.

All I can think about is how wet she is right now, the way she would feel clenching around me as she came, her hips grinding into mine, her body bucking underneath me as I pinned her and fucked her through her climax. I can almost taste it on my tongue, and I have to stop stroking my cock for a moment, squeezing my shaft tightly in an effort to keep from coming at the familiar sounds of Natalia gasping with pleasure as she comes.

There’s a moment of silence, and another, and for a brief, disappointing second, I think I’ve missed my chance to come with her, that she’s finished. And then I hear her shifting in the bed again, the sounds of rustling and that wet, slick sound, and I know exactly what she’s doing.

I’veseenit. I can picture her from where I’d watched her outside her apartment window, on her stomach, ass arched up in the air as she rubbed her clit, sinking her fingers into herself from behind as she chased her second orgasm. I can see her hair clinging to her face, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and I grit my teeth, clinging to my own self-control by a thread as I listen to her starting to masturbate again.

“Fuck, come for me again,” I whisper to the empty air, slowly stroking my cock again, edging myself close to my release again as I wait for her. I want to come with her, Ineedit, and I listen as I hear the slow, wet sounds of her fingers sinking into herself, and another stream of pre-cum soaks the panties sliding over my throbbing shaft.

“Come for me. I need it,please.” I’ve never let her hear me beg, but here it doesn’t matter. Here, alone in the room, as I lean over my cock, my hand moving faster despite myself, I give in to the very basest of my desires. I plead for her to come for me, listening to the sounds of her fingering herself faster and faster through the speakers, imagining her face pressed down into the pillow as I hear her moans, imagining her biting down on it as her pussy clenches around her two–no, three fingers, because that’s what she’d need to even begin to imagine the stretch of my cock filling her.

And sheisimagining my cock. I know she is. As my hand jerks along my straining length, my groans filling the room, I’m no longer there. I’m in bed with her, my hands gripping her ass as I thrust into her, filling her until she screams, pounding my cock into the heavenly wet heat of her pussy until we both come harder than we ever have in our fucking lives–

Mikhail.

I hear her breathe my name through a moan as she starts to come again, and that’s when I lose it.

I cup the head of my cock, her panties tangled over it as I thrust up into my fist, clutching the edge of the nightstand as I fuck my hand as hard as I want to be fucking Natalia right now, feeling the hot spurt of my cum again and again into the fabric and against my palm as I come for her,withher, and I groan her name.

“Natalia–fuck, Natalia,god,I need to fuck you so fucking bad right now–fuck, I need you–”

The words spill out as I thrust into my palm, coming into my hand in a hot rush that leaves me dizzy. My knuckles have turned white where I’m gripping the nightstand, and I can still hear her soft pants in the aftermath, driving me wild.

I’ve never needed anything like I need her.

Gradually, I come back to my senses, my entire body still pulsing with the force of it. The room seems empty and alone as the sounds on the other side get quieter, until all I can hear is soft breathing, and I feel an urge so foreign that it takes me a moment to recognize it.

I want to be next to her. I want to hold her in my arms, close to me, and feel the warmth of her curling into my body as we both fall asleep.

I don’t just want to possess her. I don’t only want her to be mine.

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