His cock felt like steel in his slacks, the tip already slick with pre-cum and his balls drawn up tight.
“I want this,” she said, but it was soft, as if maybe she wasn’t sure she’d actually just said the words.
“You sure you want this, want me, Karina?” he asked in a low voice, keeping her pressed up against the wall. Moving his hand to her face, he cupped her cheek for only a second before moving it down to rest at her pulse point right below her ear. Her pulse was racing beneath his fingertip, another arousing sign that she was just as deep into this as he was.
“Yes. That’s crazy, right?”
He wanted her acceptance of this, her willingness. “No, because I want you.” That was what made him a fucking madman for her, obsessed and feeling like he’d tear through his own skin just to sample her. It was about her giving him this of her own free will, and because she wanted it, too.
Her wanting him was the high he needed, like a drug addict getting his next fix.
She is your drug, your weakness.
Yes, he knew that, had known that from the moment he realized he couldn’t stop thinking about her until she was his.
“Someone might see us, question all of this,” she whispered softly with a hitch in her voice. He looked down at her lips and moved his hand lower, over her collarbone, across her large breasts pressed against the silky material of her gown, and over her arm. He placed his finger at her radial, feeling her pulse beating wildly there, too.
A low sound left him at that, at the fact she was frantic for him.
“Even if they do, I don’t fucking care,” he said against her lips. He looked into her eyes as he gathered the bottom of her dress and brought it up, exposing her thighs.
“This is so crazy.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.
“It’s crazy, but so fucking good.” He moved his hand under her dress, sliding it higher until he reached the junction between her thighs, the sweet spot that could have made him come right in his slacks.
She wore a pair of little cotton panties, and even though he wanted to touch her cunt, he couldn’t lie and say feeling that little strip of fabric covering her pussy didn’t turn him on something fierce.
“Tell me to touch your pussy.” He liked to hear dirty shit while claiming a female, but with Karina he knew it would be the sweetest of all because of her naturally submissive side and shy demeanor. “Tell me, baby.”
There was clear arousal in her expression, in her body language, but she was also nervous. He knew it was a combination of the fact there were people right on the other side of the wall he had her pressed up against, that she was here with him, and the fact she was overloaded with her desire.
He could see that on her face, and it made his cock jerk.
She didn’t speak right away, but despite that he felt her heat, her wetness between her thighs. Her little panties were soaked in the middle, and he ran the pad of his finger back and forth lightly over the material, seeing her pupils dilate even more for him.
It took a lot of willpower not to just pull the fabric aside and touch her bare flesh, feel how wet and hot she really was for him.
He wouldn’t ask her again, but he knew he wouldn’t have to because she’d give in. He saw her resistance crumbling in the face of her lust.
“Touch me,” Karina said softly. When she closed her eyes and sucked in another breath, he knew she was relinquishing herself in this one moment and giving herself over to him finally.
Viktor grabbed the tiny elastic edge of her panties, pulled them aside, and touched her pussy. She was all slick, smooth, hot and soaked, and it was all for him, all because of him. Taking his other hand, he placed it on the wall beside her head, curled his nails into the wallpaper, and held off from groaning.
“What if someone hears, or sees us?” she asked again, but her words held no strength.
He leaned down to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She smelled sweet, like cotton candy, and he ran his tongue up the length of her throat.
“And if they do?” Honestly he didn’t care if anyone saw them. It would probably turn him on knowing someone saw him claiming her, finally having her.
“You wouldn’t care if someone saw you with me?” She sounded slightly surprised, but she also sounded drugged as fuck, and he knew it was probably taking a lot of power for her even to speak right now.