Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He moved his hands down, going to my feet, which still ached from the glass cuts. The anticipation of what was going to happen next stopped all care of the pain. His hands on my body were better than any shot of liquor.
Andrei lifted my feet, resting them on the edge of the bed, and as he did this, he moved to my inner thighs, opening them.
I was exposed. The lips of my sex opened just a little. There was no hiding. Not from him and certainly not from this.
“So pretty.” His hands slid up my thighs, moving toward my pussy. The tips of his fingers grazed across my lips, and then tugged them open. He wasn’t rough. This was gentle. An exploration. Allowing me to get used to the feel of him between my thighs.
I wanted so much more, but he wouldn’t give it to me. His touch was almost feather-light as he stroked and caressed, never quite touching me the way I wanted. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I tried to contain my moans, but when he finally did slide his thumb through my slit, the instant hit of pleasure was like a lightening bolt that went off.
My cries filled the room, echoing off the walls. I tightened my grip on the blanket beneath me, hoping for anything to hold onto, in order to contain my sanity, but there was nothing.
Andrei leaned in close, his breath brushing across my heated flesh. Was he going to? Anticipation rolled down my back as I waited to see exactly what he would do next. The tip of his tongue danced across my clit, heightening my senses, flooding me with need, making me scream for more, not wanting him to stop.
At first, he just rocked his tongue back and forth across my sensitive nerves, but then he began to move, going down to my entrance, circling my pussy, before making his way back up, making me hungry for more.
He growled against my flesh. “You taste so fucking good.”
I had no idea what I tasted like but his hands moved from my sex, going to my ass, where he gripped me tighter than ever before, and then his mouth ravished me. He sucked my clit into his mouth.
I moaned his name, not wanting him to stop, thrusting against his mouth, craving my orgasm. With how good it felt to have his mouth on me, I couldn’t think of a single reason why we’d stop doing this with each other.
This wasn’t sex. This was different. Foreplay?
I don’t know what has come over Andrei, all I know is that I don’t want it to stop. His mouth moves back to my clit, and then he’s drawing circles, focusing on that tight little bundle of nerves, and I feel my orgasm start to build. Slowly and then quickly turning into a fever pitch of need as I explode, calling out his name.
He captured my hands, pushing them to the bed, keeping me in place as my orgasm took over, sending me to the rooftops and higher still. Andrei stopped when I was a shuddering mess, begging him to because I couldn’t take another moment.
I’m not sure what I expected to happen after he’d licked my pussy, but I watched, mesmerized, as he stood, his hands going to his pants. I hadn’t even realized he was still completely dressed, whereas I was nearly naked. All that remained was a bra, but it didn’t offer me anything in the way of protection.
Andrei shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, and I saw his hardness for the very first time. His cock was long and thick. He wrapped his fingers around the length, starting from the tip, working down to the base, and back again.
I wanted to touch him. He looked hard and soft at the same time. I’d already moved to sit up, and I reached out, wanting to give him the same kind of pleasure he’d given me.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said.
I jerked my hand away as if I’d been scalded. Why couldn’t I touch him? I’d noticed Andrei avoided my touch. He kept this distance from us. He could touch me any time he wanted, I had no choice in the matter.
“Take your bra off,” he said.
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I think I was working on autopilot as I reached behind my back and flicked the catch of my bra, removing it, so he could get his fill.
He groaned, worked his cock, and when he found his orgasm, he spilled his cum right across my breasts. I didn’t want to look at him. Not after how he’d made me feel. The orgasm had been great, but I wasn’t even given the chance to make him come.
Once he finished, he put his dick away and left to the bathroom. He came back seconds later with a cloth, intent on cleaning me up, but I took it from him.