I went still, holding my breath, my heart pounding spasmodically, as she unzipped my jeans. I should resist. I should stop her. But I was already too far gone to stop this.
I lifted my hips, making it easier for her to push my pants down. Carefully, she freed me, shoving my boxers down along with my jeans.
She stared at my swollen dick, her eyes wide.
Then she licked her lips and wrapped her soft hand around me, squeezing.
I groaned, bucking against her in pleasure. “Fuck.”
She stroked me up and down, again and again. Pumping me like a pro.
Faster. Faster.
Ah, fuck. I was going to…
My eyes rolled back into my head as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. I floated endlessly, awash in ecstasy, then finally came back to earth.
Holy fuck.
Annika eyed me with a satisfied grin on her lips. “Oh, my God, Adrik. That was hot.”
Heat crawled up my neck and into my face. “You weren’t supposed to do that,” I whispered, embarrassed. “What happened to taking it slow?”
She giggled. “Right. We both know that wasn’t going to happen. We can’t fight this attraction, so why bother? I want you so much.”
She reached for the hem of her sweatshirt and yanked it off.
My eyes bugged out at the sight of her soft, creamy skin and small, perky breasts. “Annika?”
She popped the clasp of her bra, freeing her tits, her gaze latching on mine.
Holy mother of God.
“Go ahead,” she whispered. “You can look at them. You can touch them. You can lick them. You can suck them in your mouth. You can pinch them. Do whatever you want to me, Adrik. I want you to.”
Oh, Jesus.What man could resist such gorgeous tits in his face? Reverently, I reached out, gently skimming my thumbs over her nipples.
She jolted, closing her eyes, thrusting her chest out and tilting her head back. “Yes.Do that again.Touchme, Adrik.”
I swallowed hard. I shouldn’t be doing this. She was Annika Popov. If her family found out I’d touched her, they would kill me.
Her nipples pebbled in invitation, begging for more. Blowing out a breath, I gave in and carefully cupped them in my hands. Soft, yet firm. They fit perfectly in my palms. Gorgeous. Like her.
I wanted to kiss them. Suck them into my mouth. Did I dare?
Slowly, I lowered my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth.
She gasped, pressing into me. “Yes, ohyesohgod, yes.”
Her reaction urged me on, letting me know she liked it. I swirled my tongue over the hard nub, then bit down softly.
She squealed, jerking, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Don’t stop. Please, God, don’t stop.”
I would be a fool to say no to this woman. She was offering me something precious.Herself.I had no doubt I was going to end up getting my heart broken, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted—all I’deverwanted—washer.
And she wanted me back.
This wasn’t a dream. This wasreal.