Pavel
Ihold Kat with one hand under her ass while I close the glass door to the suite. Once inside, I don’t hesitate. I don’t set her down gently. I push her up against the wall, my mouth at her throat, dragging my teeth over her pulse, feeling it race.
Her dress is bunched up around her hips, her breath sharp and uneven, her fingers clutching at my shoulders. I fucking love the way she holds onto me. “You like putting on a show for me, don’t you?” I growl against her skin, my teeth grazing her collarbone. “You like knowing anyone could have seen you come for me.”
She gasps but doesn’t answer. I release her legs slowly, then smack her ass, firm but light, just enough to make her jolt. Her head snaps up, eyes wide, lips parting on a breathy moan. I can’t help but smirk. Her throat works as she swallows. Then, so quiet I almost don’t hear it, she says, “Yes.”
Fucking perfect.
I drag the dress over her head, savoring the way it slides off her skin, letting the fabric slip through my fingers as it falls to the floor. She’s bare. Beautiful. Mine. I take my time looking at her. Thick, perfect curves—the kind that beg to be touched, claimed, worshiped. Soft thighs, a full, round ass that feels like heaven in my hands. “You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are, do you?”
Her cheeks flush, her lips parting like she wants to argue, like she wants to tell me I’m wrong, but I won’t let her. My hands skim her body over her full, heavy breasts, my thumbs dragging over her nipples, watching the way they harden under my touch.
A deep growl rumbles in my chest. I want her like this all the time—breathless, flushed, desperate. My hands wander lower, gripping her hips, relishing the way they curve perfectly beneath my fingers. Every soft, thick inch of her drives me insane. She’s all mine, and she is perfect.
She’s watching me with those dark, smoldering eyes, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, waiting. I’m going to make her wait even longer.
I pick her up again and carry her to the bed. Laying her down gently, I run my palms up and down her body, slow and deliberate, teasing the shape of her waist, the curve of her hips. She arches into my touch, impatient, her fingers clutching the sheets. My thumb skims the inside of her thigh, though not quite where she needs me, and she whimpers.
Good. I want her desperate.
“You were dripping for me outside,” I mutter, relishing the way her body shudders beneath my touch. “Let’s see if you still are.”
She bites her lip, her hips thrusting upward in a silent, breathless plea.
I unbutton my shirt slowly as she watches, my eyes telling her exactly how much I want her. Her gaze tracks every movement. I slide my belt loose, then hold it in my hands, tilting my head slightly. Her eyes widen in anticipation as she looks at the leather strap. ‘Do you want me?’
Her gaze snaps back to mine, heat flashing behind it. “Yes.”
I move closer, fisting a hand in her hair, tilting her chin up. “Then show me.”
She licks her lips, then slides off the bed. “Come here,” she says, indicating for me to sit on the edge. She gets on her knees in front of me.
Fucking hell.
My jaw tightens as she reaches for my waistband, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulls my zipper down, her fingers brushing against me, making my cock twitch in response. She slowly pulls my slacks down, her eyes never leaving mine. She kisses along my legs as she works her way up, then without hesitation, her lips wrap around me.
A groan rumbles deep in my chest, my head dropping back.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, teasing, dragging slow, wet circles before she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around me. She’s eager, her fingers stroking me with purpose, her other hand gripping my thigh. Her movements are controlled, precise.
Fucking hell, the way she looks up at me with those dark, knowing eyes, locking onto mine as she takes me even deeper. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. My fingers tighten in her hair, gripping the soft strands, guiding her pace.
Slow. Savoring.
I move her faster, making her take more, her lips stretching even wider, her soft moan vibrating through me like a goddamn earthquake. I grit my teeth, my jaw clenched so fucking tight it aches. Heat licks up my spine, my muscles locking. “Fuck, that’s it.”
She moans again, that filthy, desperate sound muffled around my cock, sending another sharp jolt of pleasure through me. She’s too perfect. Too willing. Too fucking good.
And it’s wrecking me.
I know I won’t last much longer. I pull her away before I lose every ounce of control, dragging her up onto the bed, then climbing on top of her. She gasps, arching into me, her hands reaching. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. “Not yet.”
I trail my mouth lower, every soft sound she makes, every tremor of her body only making me hungrier.
When I finally hook her legs over my shoulders, she barely has time to react before I bury my tongue in her. She cries out as her hands fly to my hair, fingers twisting, pulling. I smirk against her, dragging my tongue through her slick heat, slow, savoring, teasing her with featherlight strokes.
Her moans are breathless and desperate, her body shifting, trying to take more. I grip her hips tight, holding her still. She whimpers, her back arching off the bed. I circle my tongue over her clit, slow and devastating, then flick harder, faster, setting a rhythm that has her writhing beneath me.
I’m in no hurry. I want her to feel this, to enjoy it. I suck hard at her clit, teasing her with my tongue, feeling her thighs trembling around my shoulders. She’s so close, her legs tightening, her breathing ragged. “You taste fucking delicious,” I mutter, lapping at her just right, drawing her higher, keeping her at the edge.
She gasps, then curses my name before she falls apart, body shaking, legs clenching around me as she comes, hard and fast. Her pleasure rolls through her in waves as I stroke her through it, not stopping until she’s completely sated.
I press a final kiss to her inner thigh, grinning against her soft skin. Then I move up her body, ready to ruin her all over again. I flip her onto her stomach, my hand sliding up her spine, then back down again as I drag her hips up, positioning her exactly how I want her. She shivers in anticipation, need, surrender.
“Hands on the headboard,” I order.
She hesitates just for a second. Then, with a soft whimper, she obeys, gripping the carved wood, bracing herself.
Good girl.
My palm trails over the curve of her ass, smoothing over the soft skin before I give it a sharp smack. She gasps in surprise, but she doesn’t move away.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I can see her fingers tightening on the headboard. “Yes, sir,” she whispers.
Fuck. The way she says it, breathless and obedient, with just a hint of defiance underneath…
A low growl escapes my throat, and I grip her hips, lining myself up, teasing her with the head of my cock. I slide in just a little, then pull out. She pushes back, desperate, a frustrated moan spilling from her lips. I continue the movement, tormenting her, making her squirm, making her beg. “Tell me how much you want it.”
She presses her forehead to the pillow. “I need it. Please.”
I sink in, slow and deep, stretching her, filling her inch by inch. She groans as she arches her back, her fingers curling tighter around the headboard. “You take me so well,” I say, dragging my hands over her back, her hips, holding her still as I thrust deeper.
She gasps, pressing back against me. I grip her hips tighter, keeping her right where I want her.
I set the pace—slow, deep, deliberate. Her breathing turns erratic, every thrust pushing her higher. Her body clenches around me, her moans turning to desperate cries. She’s helpless, and she’s close.
I reach around, fingers finding her clit, stroking until she lets go. She cries out my name, her body convulsing around me, dragging me dangerously close to the edge. But I’m not finished yet. I flip her onto her back, pressing her into the mattress before she can even catch her breath.
Her eyes are hazy, dazed, lips parted as she looks up at me. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, locking me in place, pulling me in deeper. I groan, thrusting harder, faster, chasing that final, devastating high. “I want to see your face when you come this time,” I growl, my forehead pressing against hers.
Her hands claw at my back, her nails raking over my skin.
“You’re mine, Kat,” I whisper, our lips brushing.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as she presses her lips against mine.
I kiss her back—hot, deep, punishing—as I thrust into her one last time, pushing her over the edge, her moans swallowed by my mouth as she comes again. The sensation drags me under with her, a guttural sound tearing from my throat as I spill inside her, losing myself completely. I collapse on top of her. Neither of us moves for a long time.
Her body is still trembling beneath me, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. I’m still inside her, my weight braced on my forearms, my breath heavy against her skin. After a couple of minutes, I roll to the side. She curls into me, pressing her face against my chest.
I inhale sharply, surprised by the sudden, unexpected softness of it. She shifts; her voice barely audible. “Stay.”
One word. A quiet plea.
I don’t answer. I don’t move.
I stay.
