I stood up and used the towel to delicately circle the outer globe of her breasts. Her wet nipples puckered in the bathroom air.
Hands on her shoulders, I turned her so she faced the full-length mirror and her back was against my chest. Her eyes drifted shut and her head rolled back against me as my hands snaked up and cupped her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingertips, pulling at them until she bit her lip.
Fast slow. Rough soft.
She moaned long and hard as her ass pushed back against my arousal.
“Open your eyes and watch me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and we both watched in the mirror. One of my arms snaked around her, pinned her arms at her waist and pulled her back so she remained tight against my body. My hard cock nestled firmly against her buttocks, and my other hand spanned her stomach.
My mouth was against her ear. “I thought I told you to spread those legs.”
I felt her breath shudder as she stepped apart.
We both watched as my hand slowly slid down.
Fuck, she’s so wet. I gently pushed my fingertips into her folds, and I held her tighter against me as she jerked against my touch.
I kissed her neck but watched myself in the mirror as I slowly explored her sweet apex with my fingertips. Her delicate femininity almost drove me crazy.
I exhaled into her ear as I pushed a long finger into her tight pussy. She cried out as my finger impaled her, pushing deeper, before slowly sliding back out.
Her hips jutted out as her body sought my touch.
“You think it’s that easy?” I whispered darkly in her ear. “I’m going to make you beg.”
“Yes.” She shuddered with need.
I held her immobile against the strength of my body while my hand teased her relentlessly. I alternated circling her clit with my fingertips until it was an engorged hot button, and slowly pushing my fingers into her velvet wet depths until she fought my bonds and repeatedly tried to ride my hand.
The lust that pounded through me threatened to control me. I fought my own desire as I teased her into a frenzy.
“You’re so wet,” I breathed into her ear. “You want this so bad.”
“Please, Viktor,” she tautly begged. Her eyes clung to mine in the mirror.
“The things I want to do to you,” I promised as I nuzzled her neck, wondering how long she’d last.
“Do that thing with your fingers again,” she panted.
I growled into her ear as I slowly fucked her with two fingers until she was almost there. I could feel her entire pussy clench as her hips involuntarily thrust back. Her head bowed against my shoulder, and I could feel her entire body tighten as she built toward an orgasm.
I pulled my fingers out.
She cried out in dismay, but I roughly pulled her hair back so my mouth could claim hers, swallowing her protest.
Without ceremony, I swung her into my arms and headed out to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed. Drugged on lust, she was sprawled out with an almost dazed look on her face. I positioned myself at the end of the bed.
I loved her surprised little shriek, followed by her nervous laughter, as I yanked her down the length of the bed. I pinned open her legs with my hands, exposing the sweetest part of her.
I practically salivated when I caught the scent of her sweet feminine nectar.
“Fun is just starting,” I told her before I latched my mouth lightly onto her clit. This move was immediately followed by her fingers yanking on my hair. I pushed her legs further apart and, using only my mouth, I toyed with her until she was a writhing mess.
“Please, Viktor,” she chanted. “Please, please, please.”
Blaire wanted to come. So bad.
Too bad my tongue wasn’t even close to being done. Her guttural cries of pleasure felt like a balm to my soul, so I selfishly continued to tease her, never letting her go over the edge.
“I can’t take it,” she begged. “Please, please, let me come.”
I had never eaten better pussy in my life. She tasted so sweet, so pure, so insane that I nearly lost my mind. I didn’t want any of this to end. I pushed my fingers into her and let her body ride them while my lips teased her clit.
I brought her to the edge of the abyss and back twice more.
“I’m begging you.”
I lifted my face from between her legs. “The only time you get to come is when you’re riding my cock.”
“That,” she cried. “Yes, that.”
I moved up the bed and knelt between her open legs. “I need a condom.”
She looked up at me through half-closed eyes. “I’m on birth control.”
I always used a condom, but for the first time in my life, I wanted it to be skin against skin with nothing between us. That thought of my bare cock inside of her made it surge up like a rocket while my loaded balls swung heavily.
I leaned over her without letting my body touch her. I kissed her until she was panting against my mouth. My body was built for sex—I was fast, strong and I had incredible discipline. I was generous with my attention, and I got turned on when a woman submitted to everything I wanted to give them.
But tonight, for the first time in my life, I felt my self-control slipping. My entire body was primed to fuck, and my desire was so molten it practically boiled inside of me.
I pulled back onto my haunches, and with one hand on the base of my engorged dick, I slowly slid it through her slippery folds. I pushed the tip into her core, and in response she whimpered.
“More.”
I fought my need to drive deep inside of her. I slowly pushed my cock inch by inch until I was buried inside of her.
It was fucking incredible.
“Yes-yes-yes-yes,” she chanted.
I lowered myself onto braced elbows, pushed her wet hair off her forehead and stared deep into her eyes. My cock pulsed inside her soft depths.
She was panting softly as she stared back at me.
I had never seen anyone more beautiful in my life. I could feel her light shining into my darkness, and even though I knew I didn’t deserve anything as good as her, I couldn’t stop myself.
And then I thrust against her and watched as her eyes rolled back. “Oh god.”
I started with slow, steady thrusts, using a rhythm that her own hips matched.
Little involuntary sounds of pleasure started to escape her as her hands wrapped around my neck.
I pulled them down and pinned her arms above her head. Her wide eyes were glued to my face, and they widened even more as I pushed my cock deeper inside her.
I trailed my mouth along her neck and behind her ear until she was arching against my mouth and squirming on my dick.
“Please, Viktor, please.” She clung to me and begged me for more.
My self-control was in tatters, but I couldn’t seem to stop teasing her to the point of torture. “What do you want, Blaire? Tell me.”
“I need more,” she moaned, unable to articulate how I had driven her body to this point of sexual intensity. She was like a powder keg ready to go off.
I feared my own needs, clawing at me like wild dogs, fighting to be released.
I thrust into her, long and fast, and her head fell back. She gave a low moan.
Once I started at that pace, I couldn’t stop.
My thrusts were deep, building with a savage intensity that matched her ongoing wail of desire.
She came apart in my arms with an orgasm that could have broken records. Her voice was a cracked, guttural scream as the tsunami of sensation overtook her. I pushed my cock deep into her and held there, impaling her as she convulsed on my hard desire.