"Good." Sin’s grin widens. With a lazy smirk, he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Our mouths collide again, and this time there’s no hesitation from my end. I let my head fall back and my lips part as his tongue explores my mouth, harsh and possessive. He breaks the kiss and his lips trail down my neck, following the same path his fingertips did earlier. He licks and nips at my skin, making me gasp.
Then his mouth traces lower, over my collarbone, down to my breasts. He pins my back against the wall of the bathroom , and suckles one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue flicking across the hard nub, toying with me, teasing me. I moan and arch into him, and his hands slide around the small of my back, bracing me against him as he sucks and licks at one nipple, then the next.
"God, you’re perfect," he breathes, his breath hot against my damp skin, when he pauses to tilt his head back and meet my eyes. "You know, I wanted so badly to rip the dress off of you the moment I saw you walk down the stairs." He lifts an eyebrow, holding my gaze. "It took every restrain I had not to do as I wanted." His hands roam down my sides, exploring every inch of my curves.
It makes me shiver, especially to know that he was just as distracted and turned on as I was earlier in the pool. It makes me feel powerful. I was sexy as hell to know that this gorgeous man was as eager to touch me as I was to touch him.
"I felt the same too," I admit in a low, throaty voice now. The words made him grin with pleasure.
"What about now?" he asks, his hands sliding down to my belly before they deftly part my thighs, pushing me back against the wall so my bare ass is flat against it. He leans in and trails his tongue between my breasts and down, tracing the indentation at the centre of my chest down, down, to my belly, where his tongue flicks into my navel and his teeth lightly graze my skin.
It’s enough to send a full-body shiver through me, all the way from the tip of my head down to my toes, which curl beneath me. I catch my breath in my throat and my eyes flutter half-shut, watching him taste me. "Don’t stop," I breathe.
He grins. " Who do you belong to, Mani?" He leans in once more, kissing my belly, then lower. His lips reach my mound, and he kisses me harder, one hand sliding behind me to cup a fistful of my ass cheek, pinning me against his face.
He hasn’t even reached my pussy yet, and I can already tell I’m soaked. My heart throbs, aching with the need for attention. "You!" I gasp.
"Good." He runs his tongue down the crease of my thigh, tracing it on both sides. When my skin is glistening wet, he blows on it gently, sending a chill through me. I shiver again, and this time he feels it and grins at me, noticing.
Without warning, Sin picks me up, walking out of the bathroom before laying me on the bed, my ass right at the edge of it. He kneels between my thighs and drags me along the bed until my pussy is right in front of his face, spread open and bare to him.
He promises to make you scream so hard you’ll forget your own name, and my pulse doubles, throbbing in my throat and my belly.
He leans in and trails his tongue along my pussy lips, not even between them yet. I groan under my breath. He smiles.
"You taste every bit as delicious as I expected," he murmurs against my nether lips. With two fingers, he reaches up to gently part them, his other hand beneath me, still cupping my ass, using it for purchase as he draws my hips up toward his face.
This time, he presses his tongue between the folds of my pussy and drags the tip of his tongue along my slit. He moves slowly, back to front, taking his time, and I moan a little at the unfamiliar, amazing sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my entrance.
He strokes back and forth in slow, steady motions, moving a little faster with each stroke, until suddenly, without warning, he plunges his tongue into my pussy.
I gasp and my hips buck up against his face. He holds me flat against the bed with one hand on my belly, and presses his mouth up against me, pushing his tongue as deep into me as it will go. When he pulls it out, he curls the tip up and forward, and I moan as he brushes one particularly sensitive spot along my front inner wall.
I start to rock in time with his movements, as he pushes his tongue in and out of me, building up a rhythm. I reach down, hesitant at first. But his eagerness, his boldness, makes me bold too. I bury my fists in his hair. "Right there," I moan as his tongue presses against the sensitive spot again. "Oh, fuck, yes," I gasp as he returns to it, over and over.
The pressure in my chest feels overwhelming, like it’s drowning out the rest of the world.
He pulls back a little, and I cry out faintly in protest, but he only flattens his tongue and drags it up over my clit instead. Now I really do cry out, loudly, my voice echoing around the tiled changing room. I don’t care. I’m too far gone to wonder if it’s audible from outside on the pool deck, or even to wonder if anyone might overhear us.
He licks me harder and faster, and I start to thrust up against his face, both fists tight in his hair. "Yes, Nikolai, right there, yes."
I don’t feel his hand move between my legs until he pushes a finger deep into my pussy. When he does, I moan in pleasure. He starts to move his finger and tongue together as one, the pressure in me building to an almost insurmountable point. He adds a second finger, and I can’t take it anymore.
I cry aloud as the orgasm sweeps over me, making my toes curl and my whole body shake from the force of it. I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers in pulses as the climax hits. He leans back a little, chuckling, his dark eyes still hungry where they fix on mine.
"You aren't the quiet type. Good. I like that. " He pulls his fingers out of me, and I moan a little in protest. He smirks and straightens, reaching down to his pants.
Oh god.
He lets the pants fall, taking off his boxers as well , and his cock springs free, fatter and thicker than I could have imagined. My eyes go wide.
"I want to fuck you, Mani," he says, stepping closer. "I want to feel that tight, sexy pussy of yours wrapped around my cock." I sit upright as he approaches and reaches out before I can think better of it.
I hesitate, my hands inches from his cock. He reaches down to take my wrists and guides my hands to the base of his shaft, circling them so I’m gripping his cock in both hands. Even so, it takes both of my hands to encircle him because he’s so thick. Will he fit? I feel a nervous flutter of fear.
"But I won’t claim you unless you’re ready for it." His dark eyes study mine. "If you aren’t, I’ll walk away. Right now. "
I was surprised he was giving me an option. I always thought he didn’t mind having his way without my consent. But hearing him say those words did something to my heart, knowing a part of him cared.
My mouth goes dry at the thought of him in me. Even after the orgasm, I’m still so pumped up, my body is practically vibrating with desire. I wanted every inch of him just as much as he wanted me. "No ," I say , locking eyes with him. "I want this."
His smile widens, slow and lazy. "You’re tight," he says. "It might hurt."