I meet his eyes and he slowly leans forward, hesitating again and again. His nose brushes mine. “Can I kiss you, Juliana?”
“You don’t have to ask,” I whisper against his lips. “The answer is always yes.”
Konstantin groans and gently cups the back of my head as he kisses me. Soft and slow, but I think it makes the kiss twice as dirty once his tongue gets involved. His patience is going to destroy mine because all I can think about is what his tongue will feel like across my belly, heading down to my pussy. I wonder if he’ll pin me down and take me like an animal in bed, or if I’ll be able to control him.
“I want you,” I say against his mouth. “constantly.”
He tightens his grip in my hair and kisses me harder, hungrier. He’s definitely not getting away with just a kiss tonight.
13
KONSTANTIN
Juliana climbs completely onto my lap and rolls her hips slowly against me, grinding and rubbing herself until she’s right where I want her most. I slide my hand down her back to hold her in place as our tongues keep tangling.
My heart is ready to burst out of my chest. She bites my bottom lip, making me groan and cementing that this is real. It’s actually happening. She keeps kissing down my neck and I swallow. “I’m not ... I’m not expecting anything tonight.”
Of course, I want plenty, but considering her dogs are staring at us and I don’t want to get undressed or excited in front of their innocent eyes ...
“You should be,” She purrs in my ear. “or haven’t I made myself clear?”
“There’s a lot going on and I don’t want to overwhelm you. I just ... I like you and needed some reassurance,” I say.
Juliana draws back to look at me. I expect her to tell me to grow up or be a man, but she flashes a smile that knocks me head over heels. “You’re so damn cute, Konstantin. I don’t know if I want to snuggle up with you or corrupt you.”
“I’m plenty corrupted,” I warn despite feeling my cheeks heating up.
She laughs but notices when my eyes go to her dogs. She shrugs. “They don’t judge.”
“I guess, if we’re just making out, it’s okay.” I hesitate.
Juliana grinds against my obvious hard-on again. “We’re not just making out, Kon. Unless you tell me no, I’m going to drag you to my bed.”
I blink at her stupidly and she goes back to kissing and licking my neck. The little puffs of her breath against my damp skin make me shiver. Her hands' stroke down my chest, then tug at my shirt so she can feel my skin. My abs tighten in response.
“I’m going to throw you down, strip you completely, then use you like I want,” She promises. “and I’m going to make sure you love every minute of it.”
“Juliana.”
“That you crave me more than anything and forget about anything other than me.” She bites my collarbone and I feel something coil inside me.
It’s dark and greedy. The momentary urge to throw her over my shoulder and put her in bed before fucking her so hard she becomes one with the mattress with nothing but my name on her tongue surprises me.
I’m not that kind of person. Juliana jerks my shirt off and sits back like she’s proud of herself. “But I am curious.”
“Curious?” I nearly choke on the word as her fingertips trace the cut of my muscle. I watch them, completely entranced.
“I want to know what I’m going to be working with.” Her pointer finger continues down, loops around my belly button, and strokes over the top of my pants. “Help me find out?”
“Are you-“ I swallow hard. “Are you sure about this, Juliana? I don’t want you to feel forced or ... or anything.”
She stands up, pulls off her shirt, tossing it to the side, then slowly eases the zipper down her skirt until it falls around her feet. All I can do is stare. I knew she was beautiful, but seeing her in the matching lace underwear is something else. Her hard nipples, the way she stands so confidently, the burgundy color against her skin. It’s the stuff of late night fantasies.
Juliana takes my hand. “You’re not forcing me. But if you don’t follow me, we’re going to see if I cantemptyou.”
“Without question,” I murmur.
“Are you going to make me do it myself ... again?” She smirks. “I touched myself after we made out, but I’d rather have your hands all over me.”