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NIKOLAI

I sit on the edge of her bed and watch her undress.

When she is standing in front of me wearing only her panties, I reach for her hand and hold her at arm’s length. My pants are stretched so tightly over my erection that it hurts, my heart is thudding like I ran a marathon and it doesn’t know how to stop, and all I can think about is how I’m going to ruin her the instant my wound is healed enough for me to raise my arms above my head without flinching.

“You’re beautiful, Vera,” I say, my voice husky.

A flush crawls into her face and settles in her cheeks, and I pull her between my spread legs. She notices the tent in my pants and tries to pull away. “That isn’t why I asked you to stay.”

“I know.”

“So, what are you doing?”

“I’m looking at you, Vera.”

I lean forward and suck on her left nipple, which is already hard, and she threads her hands through my hair. Her knee brushes my erection through my pants, and a low groan escapes my lips.

“I need to fuck you so bad.” I release her nipple and study her face, the color in her cheeks, the blown pupils, the wet lips.

“We could–”

“No.” I shake my head. “When I finally get to fuck you, I want to hear you scream my name at the top of your lungs.”

A mischievous smile plays on her lips. “Is that a challenge?”

“Yes.” I hook a finger inside her panties. “Take them off.”

“Bossy.” She slides them over her full hips, and I track their movement with my eyes until she steps out of them.

I hold her waist, stand up, and swap places with her so that she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. Then I spread her legs wide, and kneel between them. My finger finds her wet entrance and slips inside her easily. “I thought you only wanted me to hold you, pchelka. My honey bee. Were you lying to me?”

“No.” She chews her bottom lip and leans back on her hands. “Not exactly.”

“Not exactly?”

“It was a ploy to get you into my bed.”

I smile, and the blood pumps even harder to my loins. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Vera lies back, arms stretched behind her head so that her nipples are pointing towards the ceiling, and raises her knees so that her feet are on the edge of the bed. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”

“Will you scream my name?”

“Depends how hard you make me come.” A chuckle escapes her lips.

I don’t waste a beat. Favoring my good side, I move closer and hook a second finger inside her, my pulse racing when her breath hitches. Then I dip my head and lick around the outside of her entrance. Immediately a low groan reaches me.

I pull away. “I haven’t gotten started yet, pchelka.”

“Lick me, Nikolai,” she murmurs, rolling her hips and pushing herself onto me.

I spread my fingers and feel her walls stretching around me. Then I lick her clit. Slowly to begin with, teasing it with the tip of my tongue before dragging it flat across the sensitive nub. Her thighs tense, and she scrunches her toes into the comforter.

I gauge her orgasm against her breathing. When it starts to grow ragged around the edges, I suck on her clit and slide my fingers in and out of her, stretching her pussy tight with my other hand on her abdomen. I feel the tug where my stitches were, but I don’t care, it’s worth it to hear her scream my name.

Her panting changes, grows quick and shallow, and I suck harder.

“Nikolai,” she gasps, but I don’t stop. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than Vera Belova, and a challenge is a challenge.