She gasped as his fingers moved beneath the fabric, finding for the first time her exposed flesh. His thumb again found her swollen nub as his fingers ran the length between her lips. Another moan escaped as her breathing quickened. Her body undulated towards his fingers; waiting, wanting him to push them into her.
“I do,” he admitted, voice smooth, “I stroke myself picturing you underneath me, hands gripping my sheets as I undress you.”
His ragged breathing contradicted the confidence in his voice as he slipped a finger inside of her. They moaned together at the feeling of him being inside of her. “So wet and tight. Why do you keep this from me, hmm?”
His thumb continued to circle as he inserted a second finger, deliberately slow to draw out the sensation. “I would sample every inch of your body; your lips, your neck, those supple breasts I’ve been imagining naked. I would trace a line with my tongue down to here so I could taste you.”
Belle bit her lip as his words mirrored the fantasy she had played out countless nights.
“Every night I take myself in my hands, cock swollen and hard … for you. I imagine how sweet your moans would be as I brought you to one orgasm after another with my fingers, my mouth. I crave to bury my face between your legs, feel you squeeze against me as I worship you with my tongue. I imagine the feel of your warm, wet pussy as I fuck you in my bed, against the wall, on the stairs. I dream of what it would sound like for you to scream my name.”
His fingers continued to circle and press against her as he spoke. Behind her, his thrusts matched the insertion of his fingers, and a slow heat started at the base of her stomach. The combination of his velvet baritone voice against her ear, his lips barely touching her, his body behind her, and his fingers in her continued to drive her over the edge. She couldn’t hold on much longer.
Her grip tightened against his arm as she began to pant. His tongue licked the sensitive spot on her neck and she let out another moan.
“Imagine it, Belle; my swollen cock grasped in my hand as I take you over and over again in my mind. I picture fucking you until you’re shaking; making you cry out in pleasure. I find my release, imagining coming inside of you.”
Hopeless. Hopelessly lost in pleasure, her orgasm built.
“Do you know what torture it is having these thoughts — wondering if it’s the same for you; desperate to see your legs open and waiting for me, begging me to ram my cock deep inside of you.”
His thrusting intensified as he circled his hips into her, rock solid against her ass. His fingers found the sweet spot inside and he pushed against it, relentlessly. With each undulation he lifted her against him harder.
Her legs shook as she dug her nails harder into his flesh, sweat forming on her brow. A familiar ring in her ears indicated her release was only moments away.
“Please, Aleksandr,” she panted.
“Words I’ve been dying to hear since the first night I met you,” he growled, more to himself than to her. His fingers stopped moving. “Please what? Tell me,” he commanded, lips against her ear.
“Please, please make me come. I need you to make me come.” She couldn’t hide the desperation in her voice.
She felt the low rumble in his throat through his chest. His thumb increased the pressure on her clit as the other two rubbed more forcefully against the most sensitive part inside of her. His thrusting intensified against her ass, the need in him mirroring hers. When he bit her neck, her orgasm hit.
She moaned his name as waves of pleasure emanated from her core, down her legs and up through her stomach. She clenched around his fingers, still pumping inside of her. He grunted as warmth pooled against her back. He’d found his release as well.
Her orgasm lingered, sending aftershocks through her delicate flesh. They stood there, unmoving, while they each caught their breath, their heartbeats slowing together.
After what felt like a lifetime, he loosened his grip. He kissed her on the back of her head and allowed his lips to linger there, inhaling the scent of her before speaking, “This won’t happen again until you ask for it, Belle.”
What?
She stilled as he continued. “I won’t be the only one who admits how much I want this. You have to stop denying how you feel for me. I won’t allow myself to touch you again unless you tell me to.”
He removed his arms from around her and turned her around to face him. He lifted her chin, eyes fueled with lingering lust.
“Goodnight, Belle,” he whispered as he grazed her cheek with this thumb, and ever so lightly kissed her lips.
Not ready for the moment to end, she asked, “Stay with me tonight?”
He looked at the bed for a moment before running his hand through his hair. “I can’t. I don’t trust myself.”
“What if I wanted it?” She knew she was nearly begging, yet still feeling high from her orgasm, didn’t care.
He smiled at her. “Goodnight, Belle.” He pulled back far too soon and walked out the bedroom door, shutting it behind him.
She walked to the bathroom to turn off the water and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror; hair tousled in the back, cheeks flushed, lips red from biting at them. Belle stood there, hand over her stomach, mind racing at the pleasure he provided to her.
She smiled, knowing she also caused him to feel the same.
Aleks walked to his room, head spinning. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her, especially after the moment they just shared.
He could smell her on him, arousing him once again. He took off his soiled clothes and jumped in the shower. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a kid.
With the hot water careening down his scalp and onto his back, he allowed the memory of her to flood his mind. The way she writhed against him, the sound of her voice as she called out his name; she sounded sexier than he could ever have imagined.
He began stroking himself. He thought of how tight she had clenched his fingers and how her breath increased with each insertion. How her body had responded to his touch and the way she had begged for release.
His hand pumped faster as his mind again began to imagine her underneath him, begging him to fuck her harder. How he would grind his hips into hers, balls slamming into her ass as her back bowed, and her head fell against his pillow; the flushed look on her face as she panted.
One hand on the wall in front of him to steady himself, he replayed every moment inside of her; of discovering how tight and slick she was, gaining wetness as he continued.
He grasped himself tighter as he recalled the moment she came, how her walls tightened against his fingers as a rush of wetness fell upon him. He imagined how wonderful those walls would feel when he was inside of her, allowing her to milk him as he thrust. With a low moan, he found a second release.
He cursed at himself for not staying in her room. He knew what would have happened — he would have fucked her tonight. Every cell in his body hated him for his decision to say no. Something just didn’t feel right, as if using her lust against her was wrong; degrading what was going on between them. Not tonight. But soon. He smiled at the thought.
Chapter Nineteen
The next afternoon, Belle had been studying quietly for some time before being surprised by a knock on her door. She answered it to find a waiting Sirena, a wine bottle and two glasses in her hands.
“It’s about time you came and rescued me, traitor!” She laughed, ecstatic to see her friend.
“I’m not rescuing you at all. Consider this visitation.” Sirena pulled a corkscrew from her pocket. “But I did come with tools!”
They sat for a while, drinking and catching up from the past week. Belle was honest with Sirena about Aleks, and even alluded to their interaction after the club.
She skimped on the details, but Sirena had a good idea of what had, and hadn’t yet, happened. Belle caught herself speaking of her mixed feelings for him, or rather; the developing feelings she didn’t fully want to admit to. She stopped herself when the
shit-eating grin crossed Sirena’s face.
“I told you … you two are meant for each other. You’re in loooove,” she sung as she fell into the bed, laughing.
Belle gave her best disbelieving look. “I’m in love with what his mouth and fingers can do.” Belle made a face as she turned the wine bottle upside down. “Good Lord, Sirena, I’ve only had one glass. Now we’re out.”
“Come on.” Sirena grabbed Belle’s hand and pulled her out into the hallway. “I know where the wine cellar is.”
A few hours later, and another bottle finished, they were sitting by the fireplace in the living area when they heard a door open. Aleksandr walked in, tie loosened. He smiled at the two of them, drunk and sprawled over the couches.
He bent down and kissed Belle’s forehead, then raised an eyebrow at Sirena. “I was wondering where you were. I see your lunch ran long.”
Sirena responded matter-of-factly in her drunken tone, “I took the rest of day off and came to s—” hiccup, “spend it with my friend. You’ll still pay me a full day, though, don’t worry.”
“I’m always paying for you,” he quipped as he ruffled Sirena’s hair. He moved back to sit next to Belle and pulled her legs over his lap.
“You two need to eat,” he started as he looked back and forth between them, “preferably something to soak up the alcohol.”
“Nope, liquid dinner,” Belle retorted. “Maybe you should loosen up and join us.”
“Good idea!” Sirena jumped up from the couch, stumbling on her way up towards the liquor cabinet. She poured him a glass of whiskey, which she almost spilt on him as she bounced back.
“What to do with the two of you?” he sighed.
“Well, you already pay me,” Sirena started. “I’m sure she can find some things you can do for her,” she finished, her giggles indicating the wine had definitely hit her.
Aleks squeezed her calf as he looked at Belle. “Anything she wants.”
Sirena was in no shape to drive home. Belle and Aleks tucked her into one of the guest bedrooms in the east wing and said goodnight. As they walked out, Aleks took Belle’s hand, then pulled her close for a kiss.
“Now I can have you all to myself,” he whispered in her ear, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.
“Maybe you can and maybe you can’t.”
Aleks gave her a look. “Maybe I can’t what?”
“Have me,” she replied, a mischievous smile spread across her lips. “Tell you what. If you catch me, you can have me.” With that, she ran down the hallway, towards the stairs. When she reached the middle of the first flight she dared a glance over her shoulder. Aleks stood where she’d left him, staring at her with an incredulous smile on his face.
“What?” she teased, unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her lace bra. “Afraid you won’t know what to do if you do catch me?”
She took another step and watched his chest rise and fall with his quickened breath. “Run,” he playfully threatened, freezing her in place for a moment by his intensity. In an instant, he was halfway down the hall.
Belle squealed in delight and took the remaining stairs as fast as she could. Just as she reached the doorway to her room, his arms wrapped around her waist. He spun her around as he shut the door and pushed her back up against the wall. He grabbed her wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head.
They were both panting from the sprint, her chest pressing into his, her heart racing within. He roughly took her mouth, his tongue forcing its way inside of her. One hand squeezed her wrists as the other grabbed her hip and pulled her into him. Her back arched as her breasts rubbed against his chest.
The ferocity of his kiss fueled her desire for him; a rush of warmth flooded her abdomen at being caught and at his mercy. He pulled his head back and without speaking, reached back and unhooked her bra.
“What are you doing?” she asked, knowing full well what his objective was.
“Taking my prize,” he answered, as he lowered her arms to remove the straps from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. His gaze trailed to them, his tongue darting out to lick his lip. He let go of her hands for the briefest moment to remove the bra before again pinning them above her head. Without warning, he bent his head to kiss one breast, while his free hand cupped and kneaded the other.
Belle shivered at the touch, moaning when his tongue darted out and circled her nipple. He licked and kissed and stroked all around, yet wouldn’t touch where she desperately wanted him to. She tried to pull away from his hand, but he held tight to her which only made her squirm. She squeezed her legs together to form a friction where she was growing wetter, when his hips pushed into her, nudging her legs apart.
“Nuh-uh,” he teased against her skin.
“Touch me,” she begged, knowing he was teasing her on purpose. Her hips instinctively arched out, trying to connect with his, but he stood just out of reach. He used his body to push her against the wall, still somehow avoiding her most sensitive areas. She could feel the slight stubble of his face against her cheek as he whispered in her ear.
“Tell me, Belle. What turns you on?” his voice dropped an octave, making it even more irresistible.
“I think you’ve figured it out already.” She was breathless against his teasing.
“Does this?” His lips moved over her breast as he spoke. She shifted her body, hoping to force her nipple into his mouth, but he moved his head and kept his tongue just on the edge of the nub. His hand slowly traced down her stomach.
“Y-yes.” Belle felt her insides clench at his touch.
His fingertips on her navel gave her goosebumps and she shivered as his hand grasped her hip — the thumb tracing the line of skin trailing into her pants. As his fingers followed the line, they delved under the band of her jeans and over to the button, where he unclasped it with one hand, lowering the zipper.
“What else?” he asked again as he flicked his tongue over her peaked bud, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“Just … just touch me.”
His hand trailed under the material, as his fingers grazed her lace panties. She craved for him to put his words into action.
“Give me what I want,” he commanded as his finger rubbed between her folds over the silk she wore, “or I walk away.”
Belle cried out at the movement. She needed him to continue rubbing, kissing harder, anything, as long as he continued.
“Russian. Speak to me in Russian. I — it’s — it’s incredibly sexy.”
Aleks’ fingers stilled for just a moment as he processed the information. A slow smile crept over his face as he removed his hand and placed it at the small of her back. She whimpered at the loss before looking up at him.
“Ya sobirayus poshel na khuy moyego yazyka, poka vy ne krichat.”
She gave up trying to hide her lust. His tone mixed with his accent had her on edge. “What does that mean,” she all but moaned.
He smiled wickedly before pulling her into him, allowing her to rub against him wantonly as he spoke into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream.”
His hands released her and grasped her hips as he bent before her. He slowly, torturously, pulled her jeans down to allow her to step out. He kissed her over her panties, his mouth open and hot as he licked against her. His hands splayed over her ass cheeks, pulling her into him and spreading so he had better access to her center. His tongue pushed against her entrance, barred by the thin layer of black lace.
Just when she was about to beg, he closed her legs as his hands moved up and pulled the lace down her hips.
“Exquisite,” he breathed, more to himself than her. He nuzzled into her soft, bare skin as he inhaled her scent. “I belong here, always,” he grated, as his hands pushed the lace down to her ankles.
Belle flushed at both his words and his actions. He caressed one ankle as he lifted it to remove the lace. To her surprise, his hands moved up her calf where he lifted and placed the leg over his shoulder, op
ening her up for him. Knowing what was to come, she began to shake in anticipation.
His tongue explored, first around her lips, then a circle on her sensitive nub, until it finally delved into her moist heat. His tongue against her bare slit sent a shockwave through her. She grabbed onto his hair as her knees weakened at his movements. He lifted the other leg around his neck and held her against his mouth as he knelt up, raising her up with him, her head and upper back pressed against the wall as her legs wrapped around his shoulders.
“You’ll drop me,” she exclaimed as she realized she was in the air, against the wall. She knew he was strong, yet he lifted her as if she were a feather.
“Never,” he growled into her heat as the corners of his lips curved into a smile. He used his hand under her ass to hold her up like a bowl to his mouth as he began to feast. “Just lie back and let me make you cum.”
Any concerns she had were forgotten when his tongue found its way back inside of her. He circled and thrust at her entrance. He increased and decreased the momentum, bringing her close to climax, then back down. His hands were on her ass, massaging the cheeks as he tongued her.
Her intoxication allowed her mind to still, focused on nothing but the sensations. He worked a finger into her opening, thrusting it in as he sucked on her clit, his rhythmic movements bringing her closer towards her release.
He sucked harder, his finger moving faster against her and she ground against him, wanting him as deep as possible. When he nibbled her sensitive bud, she lost control, crying out his name as she spasmed around him. Her walls clenched as she rode his face, legs tightening around his neck like a vice.
When she ceased quivering, he moved her body against the wall and allowed her legs to hit the ground. He stood, keeping against her. He looked at her, satisfied with himself, yet obviously unsated.
“I need more,” she mewled, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips meeting his.
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