“Oh my God,” she cried, the words streaming together. “Ohmigod, ohmigod—”
“Shut up and come. Now, Oksana.” Through the bra, I pinched her nipple as hard as I had earlier in the dressing room, and it catapulted her over the edge.
She screamed, and her quivering body sagged against mine, heavy as the orgasm surged. Her struggle to find air competed with the cries of pleasure that ripped from her throat, and I damn near came in my jeans listening to it.
Knowing I was the only man who’d made her come? It unleashed something territorial and primal. I wrapped my possessive arms around her shuddering body, holding her as she slowly came down from her climax. Her head lolled back, resting on my shoulder, and with her eyes closed, she looked blissed out. Like the feeling I got when I’d bought exceptionally good weed.
I was anxious to feel that kind of pleasure. Her breathing hadn’t even slowed to a regular pace before I made my demand. “Get on your knees. Suck me off.”
I shoved her off my lap to help her along, dumping her to the floor. Like last night, she gaped at me, and this time I wasn’t going to waste her mouth’s invitation. I undid my zipper and got my cock ready. Not that it needed any help. I was hard as steel.
I snaked a hand behind her head and dragged her into my lap, pushing her mouth down around me. Searing heat enveloped my tip and descended as she took me between her lips. Had she taken notes last night? It was only her second-ever blowjob, but you’d never know it. Fuck, her mouth. Her tongue. Hot as hell and better than heaven.
The leather of the couch squealed as I slumped down and spread my knees wider. I gathered her hair up in my hands, holding it back and using it to guide her pace. “Slow,” I murmured. “Good.”
So fucking good.
My gaze bounced between her and the mirror image of us onscreen. She was kneeling between my legs, and her toes peeked out from beneath her ass, which was barely pink anymore. The back of her head bobbed at a deliberate crawl, just as I’d dictated.
I focused back on the live image. My thick cock disappeared between her lush, pink lips. Her eyes were pinched closed and her brow furrowed in concentration as she sucked. She looked amazing like that, but I needed all of her.
“Eyes on me.” Did she notice the stumble in my voice? It was getting harder to pretend she had no effect on me. Her intense eyes fluttered open and settled on mine. “You look at me when my cock’s in you.”
Her blue irises seemed to deepen in color, but it had to be a trick of the lighting.
The idle tempo teetered on the edge of torture, and I pushed on her head, showing her I needed it faster now. And it was like she knew what I wanted next. Her hand gripped me at the base, and she slid it along my shaft like I’d done last night.
“Tighter,” I said. I dropped my grip on her hair with one hand, tipped my head back on the couch, and put the hand on my forehead. My heart thundered in my chest. Did she have a direct link to my lungs? As her grip tightened on my dick, my body constricted from the pleasure.
The soft sucking sounds graduated into loud, sloppy noises as wet skin moved through wet skin. I bucked my hips, sliding my dick in and out of her mouth, faster with each thrust. The sensations built, rolling like a stone down a hill, picking up speed. “I wanna fuck all the Russian from your mouth.”
If she didn’t like hearing that, I couldn’t tell. She matched my tempo, keeping up with me as I pumped my hips, fucking her face. Need screwed me tighter until I was so tense I couldn’t speak. I jerked her roughly by the hair, back and forth, up and down. I needed it deeper. I needed it faster. I needed . . .
She gagged, but it fed into my enjoyment. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.” I exhaled loudly, and a tremble crawled up my spine. “I’m gonna . . . Shit. Oh, shit, I’m coming.”
Pleasure ripped from my center and tore through me. It was a white-hot flash of euphoria that fucked with my breathing and my heartbeat. It felt like I was so high, I was never going to come down.
As I pulsed and filled her mouth, pleasure zipped along my cock from base to tip, and then repeated. Each wave was less powerful than the last, and left me weak. When I came, that was the closest I got to being powerless.
I sucked in a deep breath and began to even myself out.