“Oh, god,” she whispers as we break apart.
My hand snakes down her wide hips, searching for the hem of her dress, wanting in underneath. I need to feel her, need to know if she’s wet from thinking about me. She’s mine and I’m hers, and she needs to know what that means.
“The money is yours, Safi. If you ever need more, just tell me. Or if I’m not here, take it. Whatever you need money for, just take it. I don’t care. But you can come to me with any problems. You should know that. I can help if you’ll let me.” I take both her hands in mine as she stares, wide-eyed. Her breathing is shallow as she watches me slide down onto the floor. “Do you have to go right away, or can we…” I take my hands back and play with the hem of her dress, lifting it just a little higher “…take some time to get to know each other?”
She shakes her head, eyes pinned on mine. “It—it can wait. Anthea needs the money by the end of the day. D—Do you need me to make you something to eat?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
A growl falls from my lips as I finally lift the hem of her dress, listening to her gasp as I expose her creamy thighs, drawing the fabric higher, seeing the wet spot forming on her white lace panties. Mine. This pussy is mine. I can smell her scent already, musky and sweet as I draw closer.
“Oh, God. Roman…”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Roman, I don’t know if I can—”
“Who?” I demand, looking up into her eyes and seeing her draw back.
Most people who look into my eyes see a monster. They see a giant of a man who’s willing to kill for what he wants, who’s cold and calculating and completely without remorse. She sees some of that, I know. She sees that I would murder for her. I would stand between her and any danger. I would die if I had to. For her, I’d do anything.
She sees that I am without remorse for what I want right now.
But where others see bitter cold, she sees heat. Need. An all-engulfing flame that burns just for her.
“Y—you, Roman.”
“Say it. Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours. My p—pussy is all yours. God, I feel…” Her cheeks heat as my fingers drag over her crotch, pressing the damp lace into her slit. “Oh, God…I don’t know what it will taste like. You don’t have to—”
“You will know,” I tell her, and waste no more time.
Diving forward, I press my tongue against the soft fabric, finally tasting the salty-sweet flavor of her honey. It spreads over my taste buds like nectar and my eyes drift closed at the wondrous gift she’s giving me. I grip her hips as she arches back on a moan, throwing her head against the back of the sofa, as far as it will go, arms spreading, body shifting, but I have her tight.
“Roman…”
“Right here, baby,” I murmur as I drag her panties down with my teeth and finally see my prize.
Her cunt is tight, inviting, glistening with need. Tiny hairs spread in a neat delta above, on her mound, and I rest my nose against them, drinking in her perfection as I run my tongue through her dripping slit. Her labia spread around the tip of my tongue, lubricated by her own juices, but when I touch her hot little nub, that’s when she really goes off.
She’s almost too strong even for me as she writhes against the seat, riding my tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I love it. I love that my sweet treat is such a vixen with her own sexuality, that she wants what I’m giving her as much as I want to give it.
“That’s it, baby, ride the wave,” I whisper as I draw back, swallowing, letting her flavor engulf me completely. “Give me what you’ve got.”
“Roman, I’m going to…oh, God, I don’t think I can hold it back.”
Has she done this to herself before? Has she touched herself and brought on an orgasm? Not like this, I can guarantee. She’ll feel this one through the very soles of her feet.
“Don’t try, sweet treat,” I tell her as I add two fingers to my ministrations, lapping at her clit as I apply gentle pressure at her slit. “When you’re ready, give it to me. I want it, baby, I want it all. I want to taste what you’ve got for me. If I could, I’d save some for later, just so that I can taste you again.”
“Fu—fu—fu…” She pants, the words dying on her lips. “Roman, please…”
Her body begins to tremble, and I know she’s right on the edge. I lean forward, drawing in a deep breath, enjoying the slight change in scent as she gets close to coming for me. She’s holding back, has been for a while now, and that only tells me how strong she is, how much she wants this. She wants to ride the wave for as long as she can before letting go, but I’m a demanding partner and I know what I want.