“I think your chest deserves more attention,” Natalya said. “I’m not quite done with your breasts yet.”
Natalya pulled up the skirt of her cocktail dress, baring her thigh. She leaned forward, her mouth hovering over Evie’s, as she pressed her thigh between Evie’s legs.
“This will be fun. For me.” Natalya bit her lip, eyes outright taunting. “I’m not so sure you’ll agree.”
Natalya started grinding against her. She wasn’t holding back her influence, creating that lovely buzzing Evie had become so familiar with. Warm tingling. Vibrations of pleasure whose intensity was rapidly increasing. Her hands went to Evie’s chest. Stroking, circling, pinching.
Evie sighed as Natalya started kissing her face. Her lips trailed her jaw and her cheek. Her tongue pressed gently against Evie’s skin. Natalya leaned in, grinding her thigh against Evie’s slick center, and then she nipped at Evie’s earlobe.
“Oh…” The deep moan was unexpected, and it generated a chuckle from Natalya. The grinding, combined with the zaps of pleasure from Natalya kissing her ear and her hands playing with her breasts, made Evie start gasping.
Natalya pulled back slightly. “Not yet, darling.”
She let Evie’s breathing calm for a few seconds, then she was back. This time, her lips returned to Evie’s, kissing her hard and with demand. Evie groaned against her mouth. It wired her up all over again.
Then Natalya slowed once more.
“You’re getting impatient. Do you want to beg yet?”
Nowayinhell.
Natalya had warned her not to ask for it too soon. And she had a feeling Natalya was far from done.
“You look so frustrated.” Natalya flicked her tongue over Evie’s lips before kissing her again, creating a flow of sparks throughout her whole body. When Natalya pulled away, Evie followed her lips. “Don’t you like this, darling? Don’t you like being punished?”
She pressed her thigh against Evie, making her yelp.
“Yes! Yes. Yes, I do.” The words came out gasping as Natalya grinded her thigh between her legs.
It was torture. Perfect torture. Natalya brought her to the brink, paused, and then pulled back. Over and over again. Evie’s legs started shaking, and she was thankful Natalya was holding onto her. It kept her upright.
“Is it becoming unbearable?” Natalya’s lips brushed over Evie’s. Barely a touch, but it feltsearing. “What does it feel like?”
“It’s… too much.”
Natalya chuckled and the sound was like pure fire in her veins. “That’s the point.”
Evie had no idea how long it lasted. Natalya’s thigh against her, burning lips touching her skin, a sultry voice in her ear. Coaxing her. Provoking her. Getting her so high and then bringing her down again. It was all so hot she could barely think.
“Please!” she cried finally. Natalya slowed down her movement and Evie shuddered. She was out of breath. Natalya had stolen it. “Please. Please, Natalya.”
Barely had she said the words before Natalya hoisted her up in her arms. Evie’s legs were on either side of her, their chests pressed together. Surprised, Evie held onto Natalya’s shoulders to avoid falling.
“What’s next?” Natalya asked.
Evie was panting a little. Actually,morethan a little. “The floor.”
Natalya ran her tongue over her teeth. A promise of what to come, and Evie stiffened. She knew how pleasurable it was to have Natalya kiss her mouth and her breasts. How would it feel down there?
“Do you need to stop, darling? Need to pause?”
Evie was nervous about this in the most curious way. There was no fear. Just her imagination spinning tales of what Natalya’s tongue would feel like against her. She took a deep breath.
“No. I don’t.” Her voice was uneven, and she was tense. But she wasn’t scared. She wasn’t surprised by what Natalya was doing. Natalya had told her everything that would happen and was going to happen. Every step Evie could prepare for, every step she could anticipate.
It was what she needed. Assurance, explanations, and check-ins.
“Remember to look at yourself,” Natalya said as she lowered Evie to the floor. “I want you to see how fuckinggorgeousyou are when you come.”
