“I’m going to ravish you,” Mikhail whispers against my neck.
A shudder rips through my body, and I expel a heavy breath, trying not to fall apart.
“Condom?” I ask. Mine are in the bathroom and in my bedroom. I don’t leave any lying around in my kitchen. My mistake.
He retrieves one from his wallet while I unbuckle his slacks and undo the zipper. I slide the material down his hips, and he’s in nothing but his underwear. He places the condom on the counter, but he doesn’t unwrap the foil packet yet.
Mikhail unclasps my bra, taking my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking the peak as his fingers tease me against my panties.
“You’re already slick for me,” he murmurs, pleased with his accomplishments. He grabs my hips and turns me around, bending me forward against the kitchen table.
Mikhail pulls my panties to the side and swipes a finger along my slit. “That’s my girl, nice and wet for me.”
I inhale a sharp breath. “Condom,” I say.
“Not yet.” He smacks my bottom, and I jump before my fingers clench into fists.
“Did you like that?” he asks.
I’m afraid to admit that I did.
“Answer me,” he whispers into my ear, and another shiver courses through my body. When I don’t answer him quickly enough, he paints my bottom again with his hand.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I can tell you’re so fucking wet for me,” he says and lets his fingers explore my folds. He touches me, bringing me closer, but not quite over the edge.
He stops long enough to rip open the condom packet and secure it over his cock before plunging into me. Mikhail forces my chest down against the table, pushing my back, holding me how he wants me.
I’m his to do with as he pleases.
He pounds into me.
He’s not the least bit slow or gentle.
This is for his pleasure, and I don’t mind because it feels good.
I moan and clench onto him as he thrusts into my tight, throbbing core. I’m close, but not quite there.
I reach around, trying to touch my clit, wanting to get off with him, when he grabs my wrists and pins me against the wooden table. “Did I tell you that you could do that?”
He’s rough and forceful, and his command makes my insides quiver.
“No,” I whisper, even more turned on by his authority.
“You don’t touch yourself when I’m fucking you.”
I whimper, but it’s more because I’m desperate and needy and so fucking close that he’s depriving me of the one thing I want right now: an orgasm.
I shouldn’t be doing this with him. There are other ways to get close to a suspect other than fucking them, but it’s a little too late to backtrack, and besides, I want this.
It feels good. He feels fucking amazing.
“Are you going to let me come?” I ask.
He releases his grip from my hands, and he reaches down between my legs. I inhale a sharp breath, the anticipation overwhelming. He pinches my clit, and I exhale a sharp gasp when he smacks it.
“Do not come!” he commands.
My insides quiver, and I’m teetering on the edge. My toes curl, and I’m gasping and clenching, and he pulls out, depriving me of my final release.
“Fuck!” I curse angrily that he got me so close to the edge and then backed off.
He snickers, laughing, proud of himself. Mikhail lifts me to my feet and turns me around to face him. “You’re mine,” he says, grabbing me by the jaw, his tongue tracing my bottom lip. “I will be the only one bringing you heightened pleasure.”
I whimper in protest. My knees are like jelly, and he props me up so that I may sit at the edge of the table. “Spread your legs,” he orders.
I do as he instructs, and he slides between my thighs, his cock hard and thick as he enters me in one swift movement.
My fingers grip his shoulder, and I lie back, bending my legs as he pounds into me. The sensation builds, and the throbbing intensifies with each thrust.
I slam my eyes shut, and my fingernails rake over his back and down to his ass, pulling him closer, deeper, tighter. I want every inch of him.
“I want to come,” I whisper, praying that he’s heard me and willing to oblige.
My back arches, and my toes curl as I teeter close to the edge. I’m not ready for him to pull out, to withdraw, and leave me trembling and wanting more.
I clench down hard, keeping him locked tight inside of me, holding him against my body as the first wave nears.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” he growls into my ear.
His movements quicken, and he drives deeper inside of my warmth, stretching and filling me.
Fireworks explode in the darkness as I tremble. My hold on him intensifies as I pull him closer against my body. “Mikhail,” I breathe into his ear, my teeth tugging the lobe, wanting him to join me.
And he does.
He grunts, and his breathing intensifies, gasping for air as he spills himself inside of me.
He withdraws, taking the condom off and disposing of it in the trash. I climb off the counter and reach for my clothes on the floor.
“Leave it,” he commands.
“You want me to leave my clothes off?”
“You can put an apron on, but nothing else.”
I chuckle under my breath. “I don’t have any aprons,” I say. I hold out my hand as he gathers his clothes. “How about I wear your shirt while I cook us dinner?”
He hands over his white dress shirt. It was crisp and clean. Now, it’s wrinkled, but it still has all its buttons. I slip it on, and he pulls me close, his hands around my hips. “Leave it unbuttoned,” he says. “You look sexy wearing nothing but my shirt.”
I’m confident that I’m blushing at his remark. I turn toward the stove, turning the water to boil noodles back on and starting from scratch with the sauce.
Mikhail pulls his boxers on and retrieves his phone, glancing at the device. He exhales a soft huff.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“Just work,” he mutters and runs a hand through his hair.