How long had it been since she’d orgasmed?
Too long.
Viktoria almost forgot how an orgasm felt until there it was, crashing over her body like a wave she couldn’t possibly escape from. It was intense, and she almost couldn’t take it. She almost lost her balance standing there, his name falling from her lips like a prayer. She’d worried that orgasm might taste like fear, or maybe … it would hurt somehow.
It did none of those things.
Instead, it reminded her that intimacy was in fact good when it was right. It reminded her that she was absolutely a woman with a body that craved pleasure and affection. It reminded her that she was human, and sometimes, humans just needed to be touched.
“Oh, my God,” she mumbled into his palm.
Soft chuckles colored up the room as she felt his hand slip from between her thighs. “What do you want now, hmm?”
Her eyes flew open to find him still staring at her. Her answer came easily—too easy. “More. I want more.”
“I need—”
“I have condoms in my bedside drawer.”
A brand-new box. Bought months ago. Just in case, although at the time, she figured there was no chance in hell that she would ever use them.
Life was laughing at her now.
Or cheering her on.
Pav left her side, then, heading for the bedside stand, and she felt the loss of him in a way she hadn’t expected. A coolness washed over her body, threatening to take away the high she’d been riding, but Viktoria refused to let it take over. By the time he came back to her, she was already sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at him.
She didn’t mind that he loomed.
Not now.
“Can I?” she asked when he readied to open the foil packet.
Pav hesitated. “If you want to, of course.”
“I do.”
Mostly because it let her touch him and see him. She liked being able to do that—to be the one to choose to free his erection from his boxer-briefs; to let her fingers trail over the length of his cock, drifting over the thick veins and grazing the head where his precum had started to gather on the blunt tip. She smoothed her fingers around his length and stroked once, then twice. His hips jerked forward from the motion, and a harsh grunt fell from his lips. She looked up to see his teeth were clenched while he watched her.
But he let her touch.
He let her play.
She needed that, too.
It was only once she’d slid the condom down his length and pushed his boxer-briefs down enough that he could step out of them did he finally push her back to the bed. Her legs fell open far easier than she expected. She welcomed him more willingly than she thought she would.
His lips connected with hers as the blunt head of his cock came to rest against her slit. His tongue clashed with hers as his hips jerked forward, and he took her. She was wet enough for it, but it still took a second, and then two before her body adjusted to the length and width of his cock. But she liked that feeling, too. Liked the way her pussy had to stretch for him, and how his back shuddered under her hands when her nails dragged down his skin.
He waited just long enough for her to breathe, and then her back arched high from the bed. She wanted more—needed to feel him pounding into her until she came again, and was spent enough that the dreams weren’t going to visit her this night.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
His teeth found her throat, then, and his hips snapped back before meeting hers again. His pace was fast and deep. It was just enough to hit all the right spots, and have her tightening her legs around his hips to get him even deeper.
He was right.
It was too much.
It also wasn’t nearly enough.
“Fuck,” he grunted against her lips.
Viktoria laughed, breathless and spun.
God, she’d missed sex.
“More.”
Kissing her chin, his looked up, and she met his gaze. “You only have to ask.”
8.
PAV HAD not expected to wake up with his cock in Viktoria’s mouth, but he really wasn’t going to complain about it, either. If she wanted to get his dick in her mouth, then he was up for that. Whatever she wanted.
She’d been timid the night before—at first. And then it was like she remembered what sex could feel like when it was good, and the woman was fucking insatiable. He was all too happy to be the one feeding into that desire of hers.
He couldn’t fuck her enough.
Couldn’t get enough of her.
The feeling of her.
Her taste.
The way she smelled.
All of her.
It drove him crazy.
“Fuck,” Pav growled into his hands, doing his very best to keep them to himself as her tongue teased the head of his dick. He was positive she wouldn’t react well right then, if he grabbed onto her hair and worked her mouth against his dick. In fact, he knew she wouldn’t. Another time maybe, but not today. “You’re going to make me—”
She came up from his cock, then, her mouth releasing him from that wet, hot heaven. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or glad for it, as she crawled up his body like a cat that had gotten her bowl of milk. Finally, he felt like he could touch her, too. He let his hands drift over her naked sides, up to her breasts where he tweaked her hardened nipples with his forefingers and thumbs.
She sighed.
A happy, sweet sound.
Yeah, just like a pleased cat.
