Her lips curve into a smile that's half innocence, half temptation. “That's the idea, isn't it?”
I laugh. “Sassy.”
“You like?”
“I love.” I step out of my pants, leaving only my boxer briefs. “I love you.”
Her eyes soften, the way they always do when I say those words.
“Show me,” she challenges, stepping backward until her legs hit the bed.
I follow, reaching for her, but she evades my grasp with a mischievous smile. “Ah, ah. You said you loved seeing me be bossy.”
“I did.”
“Then let me.” She places a hand on my chest, applying just enough pressure to make me sit on the edge of the bed. “You said you liked these heels?”
I nod, my throat suddenly dry.
She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra with a flick of her wrist. The lace falls away, revealing breasts that fill my hands perfectly. Her panties follow, sliding down those curves, past those legs, until she steps out of them, leaving only the heels.
“Christ.” The word escapes on a breath.
She stands before me, all soft curves and creamy skin, the red heels adding an edge of sin to her angelic appearance. She's the most beautiful contradiction I've ever seen.
With a growl, I pull her onto the bed, flipping our positions so she's beneath me, her blonde hair fanning out across the pillows.
I trail kisses down her neck, between her breasts, savoring the way she arches into my touch. She gasps when I take one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue before gentle suction makes her moan.
I kiss her down to the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip, the softness of her inner thigh.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, I glance up, meeting her heated gaze, and when I see her eager, I slide my tongue against her. She cries out, her hands immediately tangling in my hair. I take my time, alternating between broad strokes andsmall flicks, getting right that rhythm which makes her thighs tremble.
“Agafon—” she whimpers
I circle her clit with my tongue while slowly pushing one finger, then two, inside her. She's already wet, already ready, but I want her desperate.
Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more pressure, more friction. I hold her down with my free arm across her abdomen, maintaining control even as I pleasure her.
“Please—” she gasps, her heels digging into the mattress. “I need—”
I curl my fingers inside her, finding the spot that makes her see stars, and increase the pressure of my tongue. Her walls clench around my fingers as her release washes over her, and my name is all I hear.
Before she can fully recover, I move up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. The head of my cock slides against her slickness, making us both groan.
“Now?” I ask.
“Now,” she confirms, wrapping her legs around my waist, the heels digging slightly into my back. “Please, now.”
I push in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. There is none. She simply smiles as I break into her.
“You feel like heaven,” I murmur, pausing once I'm fully seated to let her adjust.
She reaches up, her hand cupping my cheek in a gesture so tender it makes my chest ache. “Move, Agafon. I want to feel you.”
I withdraw almost completely before driving back in, setting a pace that has us both gasping. Her heels press harder into my back, urging me deeper, faster.
“More,” she demands, and right about now, I want more, too.
