“You make it sound like tiramisu turns me on,” she says, sliding her hand down my cock again, her voice low. “It’s from looking at the dessert table and thinking about you fucking me.”
I rub her lightly through the soaked fabric, and a noise comes out of her throat. I rub harder, then slide my fingers underneath the side of the fabric and touch her skin-to-skin, pushing my fingers back and forth slowly over clit.
Now she’s stopped rubbing my cock through my pants and she’s just leaning back against my chest, breathing hard, like she’s surrendering. I rub her again and she makes a soft moan, her head turned to one side, and I withdraw my hand.
Before Hazel can move I spin her around and kiss her hard, then walk her backwards toward her bed, my mouth still on hers. I toss my jacket behind me without looking and she tugs at my shirt so I take that off too.
I push her further onto the bed and she squeals, then laughs as I bend over and kiss her fiercely on her stomach, expanding and tightening as she breathes, her hands on my head. As I work my way down, past her bellybutton, I can smell how aroused she is.
It’s intoxicating. Beyond maddening. I nearly lose control and bury my face in her, because what I want to do is lick her until she comes again and again. I want to hear her scream as I suck on her clit and I want to put my tongue in her pussy as she clenches around me, because Hazel losing control is the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’d watch it all day if I could.
I take the band on her thong between my teeth and pull it off her to the sound of her soft laughter, then push her thighs apart with my hands and kiss the inside of one knee, then the other.
Hazel moans softly and I work my way up, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I try to slow down and tease her, but I don’t know that it’s working. I don’t even know who I’m torturing any more, me or her, as I finally reach the juncture of her thighs and lick her slowly, the tip of my tongue just barely touching her lips before I roll it over her clit.
A tremor runs through her whole body when I do it, and I hear her breathing hitch.
“Fuck, Kostya,” she whispers.
I do it again and again until she groans, and then I force myself to pull back. I trace a circle around her clit with my tongue as she sucks in a breath. After a moment I repeat the cycle, lick-circle-lick-circle, and then I repeat it again and again.
Each time she gets louder, her breathing rougher, I can feel her body tensing. Finally she grabs my head with one hand and when I stop licking her, her fist closes around my hair.
“Fuck!” she shouts, and I can’t help but laugh, kissing the soft inside of one thigh as I watch her chest heave.
“I told you what I was going to do,” I say. “Zloyushka, I could tease you all day and never get tired of watching you come undone.”
I’m still wearing pants, and I’m so hard I think my dick might just fall off, but I can’t help myself. Watching Hazel like this does something to me I can’t explain, lights some fire so far buried inside me that I didn’t know it existed.
I lick her again and this time she just says, “Oh...” so softly I can barely hear it, but she lifts her hips toward me like she’s pleading with me. This time I take her right to the brink before I stop. Her toes are curled and she’s crushing her pillow in one fist, the other still in my hair.
I get my pants and boxers off in half a second and toss the condom from my pocket onto a pillow. She’s flushed, her hair wild, and her eyes are half-closed.
“You’re a sadist,” she whispers as I crawl over her.
“I warned you,” I murmur, guiding her hand to my cock. I groan as she wraps her hand around it, and then she strokes me as I kiss her deeply, kneeling between her thighs. I can’t keep myself from thrusting into her hand, and she wraps her legs around my hips.
I want to be inside her so bad I can barely breathe, but somehow, I resist.
I break the kiss and reach between her legs again, sliding two fingers into her wet, swollen pussy. I just barely bend them and her eyelids flutter the way they did in the stairwell, so I do it again. This time she grabs the back of my neck and pushes back against my hand, looking at me through half-closed eyes.
My cock throbs, but I force myself to ignore it. I move my fingers again and again, and Hazel’s hand drifts from my neck to my shoulder as her hips move faster and harder against my hand. She puts one leg over my shoulder and pushes back hard, like she wants me deeper.
I add a third finger and she groans, eyes closed and her head to one side. Now I’m barely moving my hand at all, because she’s doing all the work, moving her hips and fucking herself with my fingers, biting her lip, sighing and moaning.
It’s incredible to watch, so hot I’m a little afraid I’ll come without even getting to fuck her, but I can’t stop, like I’m hypnotized by how sexy she is as she moves more and more insistently. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be here, to be the one watching her fuck my fingers, and flexing her hips hard against my hand half-buried in her tight, warm pussy.
She moves like she needs this, like she’s barely in control of herself any more.
I bend over to kiss her and she opens her eyes in surprise, going motionless.
“Jesus, don’t stop,” I whisper. “I could watch you fuck my hand all day.”
She swallows, then moves her hips again slowly until my fingers are in her to the third knuckle and I flex them, just barely. Hazel bites her lip and arches like she needs more, giving me a look that’s so raw and needy it takes my breath away.
“Stop torturing me, Kostya,” she whispers.
I finally grab the condom from the pillow, tear the wrapper off with my teeth and unroll it one-handed onto my desperately-hard cock. Hazel watches me, hips working against my hand until the condom is on, and then she reaches down and takes the hand that’s in her by the wrist.
She keeps my fingers in her as she rolls over onto her hands and knees. I move my fingers inside her one more time, harder than before, and she rocks back into me for a long moment before I pull my fingers out and slide them over to take her by the hip.
I push Hazel forward until she’s on her knees, both hands around the post of the four-poster bed, hips back, and I’m right behind her. She reaches back and grabs the back of my head so I lean forward and kiss the corner of her mouth, the only part I can reach, and Hazel half-laughs and then bites my lip.
“Fuck me, Kostya,” she says.
I growl at her and the tip of my cock is at her entrance. She’s so wet and slick that I just slide along her lips, like it’s my first time or something.
I bite her earlobe and she reaches down, grabs my cock, and pushes the tip inside her.
I exhale and grab the bedpost myself, because I want to bury myself inside her right then. But I’m still afraid of hurting her, so I stroke her hip and pull back a fraction of an inch so I can slide in further, little by little.
But then Hazel pushes herself back and before I know it, I’m balls-deep inside her and I hear myself grunt into her hair, a primal, animal noise I didn’t even know I could make.
“Oh, fuck,” Hazel gasps. I open my eyes to see that her knuckles are white on the bedpost. Her pussy flexes around me so hard I can barely think straight.
“You okay?” I whisper into her hair, desperately trying to keep it together, just hoping I’m speaking English and praying I’m not hurting her.