I laid on the bed, propping my head on my hand, enjoying the view. Whenever she raised her hands high enough, the t-shirt rolled up, showing just an inch of her round ass.
“Odd? Expectinappropriatenext time. She took it easy on you today. Give it a month or two, and she’ll be asking about grandkids.”
Nadia chuckled, combing her hair, glancing at me in the reflection of the mirror. She looked around the bedroom and left the brush on the nightstand, then changed her mind and took it back to the bathroom.
“You’ll need space for all your make-up things,” I said. “How about we join the Boxing Day shopping madness tomorrow? You can redecorate the house to suit you.”
She climbed onto the bed, laid on her side and bent her knees, the curve of her waist and hip melting my brain.
“I don’t want to change anything. I like it here. A dressing table would be nice, though. And some plants. Maybe a rug for underneath the sofa downstairs so that my feet aren’t cold. Oh, and…”
“Whatever you want.”
“Right now?” She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, her lips on my neck. “You.”
She draped her hair over one shoulder, devouring my lips, pushing her hands under my t-shirt. Warm fingertips traced each muscle, lips battled with mine in a slow, erotic rhythm. She arched back, nesting her bum on my zipper, grinding in circular motion as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, then gripped mine, forcing me to sit.
“My turn to tease,” she whispered, interlocking our fingers when I tried to touch her. “Nah-ah. No touching. You better have more patience than last time.”
Nadia took my t-shirt off and pressed my hands to the mattress, urging me to keep them there. She brushed her lips against mine but inched away when I tried to steal a kiss. Her mouth sucked and nibbled on my neck, her boobs pressing against my chest.
Yes, please.
She moved away, took my pants and boxer shorts off, then slid her white panties down her slim legs, and threw them onto the floor. I clenched my fists when she sat on me astride, pressing her wetness against my length, moving up and down, but not letting me inside.
“Patience, baby,” she breathed against my mouth, resting her hands on my chest.
She was soaking wet, intensifying my arousal, making it that much fucking harder not to touch her, not to grip her hips and push inside. I threw my head back, eyes closed, hoping it would be easier if I didn’t watch her naked body.
It wasn’t.
My imagination ran wild, pushing the images I just saw to the front while sharpening my sense of touch and amplifying the pleasure. I was doomed, racing toward an orgasm faster than ever before.
Without a warning, without reaching for a foil packet out of the drawer, Nadia eased herself on top of me. A loaded moan left her lips.
And oh, my fucking God.
She started moving. I couldn’t take the excruciatingly slow rhythm, especially when she scooted a little forward to let me in deeper. I gripped the sheets, adamant not to touch her, to fight my own instincts, to let her dominate in every way she wanted because she was doing a great fucking job of bringing me to the verge of a release with nothing but a few moves and barely audible moans.
I was winning, and winning big time, watching her rise and fall, but it all went to shit when she cupped her breast and her hand travelled south. She reached ground zero, her fingers sliding from left to right, the pace of her moves quicker, gasps more audible, cheeks pink with the effort, boobs bouncing.
There was no restrain left in me. There was no way in heaven I could sit and watch when all I wanted to do was make her squirm and spasm because ofmyefforts. I gripped her hip with one hand and draped the other across her back, pulling her closer so I could drink those sweet moans straight from her lips.
“So impatient,” she murmured, breathless.
“You have no idea how sexy you are when you touch yourself, but you’re not coming unlessImake you come.”
I flipped her onto her back, and my tongue replaced her fingers. Nadia weaved her hand through my hair, her orgasm close judging by how she writhed, searching for the best angle. She pushed her hips forward to meet every stroke of my tongue, silently asking for release.
Two minutes were enough, and the moment her breathing quickened, I rose to my knees, and buried myself deep inside her to feel her walls tighten around my bare length.
“There’s nothing I like more than watching you come,” I said, biting her lower lip.
She opened her eyes, blissful and satisfied. I reached for a condom, and pushed Nadia further up the bed, pressing my hand to the side of her head. She was content, peaceful, making it the best opportunity to break the link her mind created between pain and someone touching her throat. I grazed my thumb across her jaw, turning her face to the side, when I drove back into her, kissing her neck.
“Say you trust me,” I urged.
Nadia nodded; her eyes glued to mine. Slowly, I moved my hand to her throat, closing her parted lips with an intense kiss to keep her calm, and feeling safe. I spread my fingers wide, pressing gently while our lips battled for dominance, the pace of my thrusts slow, almost cautious.