Chapter Thirteen
“Another careful selection?”
Despite the attempt at sass, the czarina’s words weren’t quite steady. She swallowed and stared at the lube. Jesus, she killed him with her quick mouth and wide eyes. “Feel how wet you are here?” He trailed his fingers along her slick inner thigh. “Feel all this natural lube you’ve teased out of your pussy with that pretty pink vibrator?”
She nodded. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders; her breasts heaved against the black lace. She had her legs spread and her busy hand still working the vibe.
He picked up the tube and pumped the clear liquid onto his fingers. “I’m going to make sure you’re just as wet for me.” He rubbed his thumb across his fingers to warm the lube, and then danced them along the back of her thigh.
She jumped as if he’d shocked her and then gave a self-conscious laugh. “God. Sorry.”
Nervous. But also excited. He could feel the anticipation snapping between them. “Shhh. Relax.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her. Just held her. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t mind me.”
“Ohhh”—her response trailed off as he rimmed the target and then eased one finger inside—“kaaaay.”
He went as deep as his first knuckle and did a slow circle. The hand between her legs faltered on the vibrator.
“Here’s how this works, Czarina. You stop, I stop. Are we stopping?”
“No.” She answered with heart-touching speed and reinforced her hold on the vibe. “No. Don’t stop.”
He waited until she got her rhythm going again and used that momentum to his advantage, letting her take his finger as long and as deep as she saw fit, encouraging her with low words. When she’d worked it all the way in and held it deep for several seconds at a time before withdrawing, he tightened his arm around her waist to keep her still. “Ready for another finger?”
Her head tipped back against his shoulder, and she rolled it from side to side. Her eyelids drifted low. “I—I don’t know.” Despite her uncertain words, she continued to whisk the vibrator in, out, and around her sex.
“You are so ready, Czarina. And when I give it to you, you’re going to thank me.” Still, he held back for a moment, to give her the chance to disagree, or ask to slow down. When she did neither, he introduced another finger.
“Oh God.” She lifted. “Okay.” She hovered. “Thank you.” She came back down.
He pushed in a little deeper, stirring his fingers in a slow circle opposite the steady cycle of the vibrator.
Her throat worked. Her body trembled against his arm. “Ri—”
“I’m here.” He cut her off on purpose, not wanting to hear that name on her lips, and stirred again, going a little faster, a little deeper. “I’m right here.” His cock pounded to be inside her. His balls ached from the strain of holding back the need she incited simply by breathing. “Tell me what you want.”
Her hand wielded the wand of the vibrator while she clenched around his fingers. “I want…I think I’m ready…”
That’s all he needed to hear. He pulled out of her quickly and pumped an unholy amount of lube into his palm. Quickly, he rubbed his hands together to coat both with the specially blended gel. He massaged her with the heel of his hand to slick up her entrance and keep her entertained while he coated his dick with the rest, layering it on so thick he’d have a cushion of lube around the base of his shaft after she seated herself.
“Lift up.”
She rose up onto her knees, churning the vibrator furiously as she went. He looped his arm around her waist and angled the head of his cock into position. “Stay still,” he breathed into her ear. “No rushing this. Don’t move until I tell you to.”
Her breath hitched and her muscles quivered, but she held the position while he fed himself in to the halfway point. He stopped there because she bit her lip and started to rock her hips—ready to take over.
“Go.” He slapped her ass, and she was off to the races, riding that dildo hard and fast, lifting up until he almost slid free and then surging down to take him deeper each time. He kept his hands moving over her, stroking her legs, gripping her hips, burying one in her hair while he kneaded her breasts.
After a few energetic minutes, she paused to catch her breath and flip her tousled hair away from her face. It tumbled around her shoulders, revealing her breasts overflowing the lace confines of the bustier. His handiwork. Her stomach fluttered.
He sat back against his heels, pulling her with him, letting gravity do the work for them. She resisted at first, leaning against the brace of his arm, pushing her weight into her knees. Her body trembled.
“Do you feel me filling you?”
She let out a breath. Sweat gleamed on her forehead and beaded on her upper lip as she cautiously seated herself on his lap. “Yessss.”
“Ar—” Holy shit, he’d almost called her name. He bit it back and forced his mouth to form other words. “Are you ready for more?”
“More?”
He cupped her ass, parting his fingers around the spot where their bodies joined. His fingertips reached low, curled under to massage the drenched, swollen folds that plumped every time the vibrator gyrated.
She whimpered. Her lips opened. He took hold of her chin and pushed two fingers into the soft, warm cavern of her mouth.
Her body bucked, shuddered, and her eyelids drifted low over eyes more blue than green in the lengthening shadows slanting across the room. A long moan rushed out from deep inside her as she climaxed. Muscles clenched and released in rapid waves, milking forth the release he’d been holding back. He had the satisfaction of seeing her eyes glaze before his own urges took control.
Energy surged. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and rose to his knees, lifting her in the process. She fell forward, vibrator abandoned, and scrambled to catch herself. One hand curled around the ball-shaped cap to the footpost, and the other grabbed a fistful of comforter. As if in slow motion, she raised her eyelids and brought her gaze to his in the mirror. In those gleaming depths he glimpsed eternity.
The next thing he knew he was on the move, grasping her hips and holding them still so he could deliver rapid-fire, tit-jostling, flesh-slapping thrusts. Her breath exploded from her lungs. Color flooded her face.
Words tumbled from his lips, uncensored. “I wish you could see this, Czarina. See your perfect ass framed by lace, packaged up so pretty just for me. See me claiming it. Tell me it’s mine. Tell me.”
“It’s yours,” she panted. “Yours.” And then, incredibly, those inner muscles began to twitch and spasm again. She cried out his name—over and over—until it echoed in the air, the room, and his mind as he lost himself.