“I’m not a pushover,” I said with a gasp as the suck became a bite. “I demand a lot in a partner…”
“You don’t do the demanding,” he said, fingers closing around the flesh he’d smacked and squeezing hard. “I do.”
God, the feminist in me knew I should protest that Neanderthal claim, yet my body didn’t give a shit about political correctness. All it cared about was feeling his hands on it — on every inch of it. I wiggled my ass beneath the hand still resting on my cheek.
“Was that spank the best you got?”
“Fuck,” he whispered as my heart thundered joyfully in my chest, but the sensation was countered by the agonizing pulse between my legs begging for release. “Fucking hell, Clara, you’re more like me than I ever could have hoped.”
A sharp tug had my head lifting and turning as his lips found mine, the kiss as demanding as he’d promised, his tongue pushing inside to dance with mine. I bucked up, not caring how wanton I must look as I ground my ass against any part of him I could reach.
His groan was as beautiful as any symphony I’d ever danced to, the fist in my hair serving to reassure me he was in control — that there was no need to fear he’d drop me as we performed together in perfect harmony.12AlekI groaned at the incredible feel of her grinding against me. She arched her back, breathing heavily with desire which had my cock harder than I’d ever been before. There was something so sexy about this girl. Miss Simyoneva wasn’t the virginal little innocent she appeared to be. I got the impression there was a lot more to her. She’d said she needed to feel she kept herself under rigid control. I intended to strip that away. I really wanted to unlock that part of her she’d denied herself for the last few years.
The thought of corrupting Clara, of bringing her out of her shell, was too damn tempting, and I almost couldn’t stand it. She thought she knew what she wanted, but I was about to show this little girl how hard and fast I could go.
She thrust against me, alternating her pressure and speed, screwing with me, taunting me even though there was still the barrier of her panties between us. I grinned even as I gritted my teeth. If I wasn’t careful, I might forget the foreplay and go straight to the fucking under the constant power of her touch.
Shit. She really was the female version of me.
As if my brain had switched up a gear, I grabbed hold of her hair again and yanked it harder in sexual warning.
I was in control, and the sooner she learned that, the better.
Much as I was enjoying myself, I didn’t want to come yet, not when there was so much of her body left to explore. And with how hard my cock throbbed, I needed to regain the upper hand. I still hadn’t felt how hot I was making her. I didn’t know what was waiting for me inside her panties, and I needed to feel, taste, and smell every last bit of her arousal. I’d been secretly fantasizing about what it’d be like to be inside her ever since the moment I first laid eyes upon her body, and I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to explore what mysteries were hidden behind her casual, no-nonsense style. And to hear her mewls and moans with every stinging pull of her hair, I knew this woman was mine.
Giving her ass another hard slap, I flipped her again, this time onto her back. Even as she gasped at the sting of the single swat, I slammed my body into hers, kissing her hard, feeling her bucking against me. I knew she wanted me, that she would love for me to simply take her, but that wasn’t going to happen — not yet. Not when I hadn’t seen her face contorted in pure pleasure and lust. Clara seemed so put together, so highly strung most of the time, and I really wanted to make her fall apart, to cause her to open up. Wanting to taste her, I ran my mouth down her body, pausing to feast again on her nipples, tugging one and then the other away from her body with my teeth. This brought on a beautiful hiss as she arched up to lessen the pull.
I savored this moment, to see how far I could push things with this woman. To see how spontaneous she was and how much pain she could take… how far on the dark side I could bring her. And from the way she cried out in lust as I pulled my head back, elongating the tender bud clamped between my teeth, I could tell we were going to have a whole lot of sinful fun.