Lying and Kissing(37)
I wasn’t to move. He was in control.
His tongue started to lash over my quivering nipple, his lips massaging the soft flesh around it, and I ground my thighs together, trapping him between them. His hand remained planted on my shoulder, pinning me down, even though I had no intention of moving. His other hand started working on my other breast, squeezing and rubbing, his thumb sliding back and forth across the nipple. My ass came off the bed a little, my thighs grinding harder. Looking down, I saw that his hand was so big, it covered my breast completely. A deep, hot throb went through me at the image.#p#分页标题#e#
He switched his mouth to my other breast and slid a hand down over my stomach to my groin. The flat of his palm pressed against my pubis and suddenly that, too, was rammed down onto the bed, my grinding thighs held motionless. I was pinned by both his hands, now, shoulder and groin. Held down. I felt something rise and spiral inside me, black smoke shot through with sparks of pure fire, hot enough to blazing right through the ice. Fear...but the kind of fear that propels you out of the way of an oncoming truck. Fear that makes you feel alive.
I pushed against his hands. Not because I wanted to escape; because I wanted to feel them holding me down. I might as well have been straining against solid rock.
His fingers started to explore the soft folds between my thighs and I automatically tried to roll my hips...but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move away, either, or cover myself. His knees kept my legs open and his hand kept me pinned to the bed. I was his, and all I could do was give myself up to it.
Being unable to move and respond meant that all I could do was feel. Every sensation was magnified. I could feel how thick and strong his fingers were as they played up and down over my lips, tracing the shape of them. I could feel that massive palm rocking and rubbing against me as he held me down, sending quaking pleasure through me. I could feel my wetness building with each passing second, the pleasure rolling out in hot, tight waves.
His fingers rubbed and rubbed—and then, quite suddenly, two of his fingers slid into me. I felt myself spasm around them, my breath coming in quick, shocked pants. God, I could feel every knuckle. They slid in and then scissored open, spreading me, and I trembled. Then his palm was lifting off my groin and his whole body was shifting lower. One big hand pressed down on my breast, pinning me to the bed as his head—
...went between my thighs.
“LUKA!”
I hadn’t even been aware I was going to say it. It just escaped from me as his mouth settled over my sex, his tongue lapping at my clit. I was overcome, not just by how incredible it felt but by the fact he’d done it. I’d thought he was going to take what he wanted, not give back. I hadn’t realized that he wanted much more from me than simply to fuck me. I stared down and I knew the sight of him, of his strong, muscled back as he knelt between my thighs, would be burned into my mind forever.
His lips sealed around my clit, his tongue teasing it from its hiding place with quick, expert strokes. The pleasure arced outward, lighting up every part of me. It throbbed upward through my stomach and chest, stealing my breath. It flash-fried my brain, driving out any thoughts outside of this incredible, beautiful man and what he was doing to me.
His fingers began to pump at me. The thickness of his fingers and his heavy, rounded knuckles made me quiver and gasp with each stroke. The waves of pleasure became trapped in a hot ball that began to slowly expand. I was thrashing under him, now, but that strong hand on my breast and the push of his head against my groin locked me to the bed as securely as iron chains.
His head drew back from me a little—far enough that he could glance up at my face, but close enough that, when he spoke, I could feel each word as a hot wind against my sticky, engorged flesh. “You are beautiful,” he told me, and underneath his strong accent I could hear his rising lust. “Come for me, now, Arianna.”
His tongue lashed out again, circling just where I needed it most, and the ball of pleasure inside me was stretched and glowed blindingly bright—
One of his fingers slid from me, quickly replaced with another as he continued to piston them in and out. Then the slickened finger slid underneath me, between the cheeks of my ass—
My eyes went wide, my hips helplessly trying to rise as the orgasm overtook me. My eyes screwed tight, my head grinding into the bed as I bent like a bow, spit-wet breasts straining for the ceiling. “Nggghhhhhhh!”#p#分页标题#e#
His tongue lifted from my throbbing heat, but his voice started up again and it kept the orgasm going better than any amount of physical attention. He was talking to himself in Russian, unaware that I could understand. “I am going to take you, Arianna. I am going to end your innocence in every conceivable way. I am going to make you beg me to stop and then beg me for more.”