hand, and the attention to my breasts sent a message direct to my pussy. I arched my back, closing my eyes. The way he touched me and kissed me, the way he worshipped me with his mouth was incredible. I felt as beautiful as he kept saying I was.
Viktor moved to my other breast. “You are like honey on my tongue,” he said, murmuring the words between the swells of my breasts, dropping kisses on my sternum before sucking my other nipple into his mouth and switching hands.
I moaned deeply with great pleasure.
“Do you like this, Malen kiy?” Viktor asked, glancing up at me. He stuck out his tongue and swirled it around my nipple while he made eye contact with me.
I shivered. “Yes.”
“Tell me how much you like it.”
I swallowed, mustering up the courage to make a move. I took his hand from my breast and guided it down, tugging my pants down a little. I pushed his hand between my legs. He massaged my slit as I guided him, and he groaned when he felt my readiness.
“That’s how much,” I told him, watching his face.
“Fuck,” he bit out, his teeth clenched. “You are so wet.”
I was confident and I felt beautiful and sexy. I loved the way he was touching me and how he looked at me. I knew I had something this big powerful man wanted to the point that it made him weak to even be around me.
That made me feel incredible. His vulnerability made me want to give myself to him that much more.
Viktor moved on the bed, lithe and agile despite his size, and he kneeled between my legs. He hooked his fingers into the elastic of my pants and pulled them down. Slowly, deliberately, unwrapping me like a gift. His eyes were on mine, as if he was testing the waters.
Asking…no, challenging.
But I wasn’t going to tell him to stop. I didn’t know how much I was ready for, but this much I wanted. Badly.
Viktor slowly slid his thick fingers into me, and I cried out in ecstasy, all thoughts leaving my brain.
It was becoming abundantly clear to me that Viktor’s number one priority was to give me great pleasure before all else. Yet he was teasing me and building up my desire to a point that it would soon be impossible to bear not having him inside me.
“You’re mine, Malen kiy,” he murmured in a voice so deep it was almost a growl. “This body, this sensation, this experience, is all mine. No one has been here the way I will be. Do you hear?”
I nodded and Viktor had a glint of something raw and powerful in his eyes.
Viktor discarded my pants and placed his hand between my legs again. He put his other hand on the inside of my thigh. Slowly and gently, he rolled a thick thumb over my clit. Jolts of pleasure shot into my body as he did. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out of my pussy while he played with my clit. I squirmed and writhed on the bed as he kindled a flame to life inside me that only grew and burned brighter as he continued.
My fluids covered his fingers, the sight of it giving him obvious great pleasure.
“Malen kiy,” Viktor murmured, the pet name sounding so erotic on his lips. “Let go. Give yourself to me.”
A man had never given me an orgasm. The way Viktor touched me was very, very different. His hands were magic. His fingers inside me…the fire grew and grew, changing from a dancing flame into a roaring furnace. It spilled over my skin as goosebumps rose all over my exposed body.
“I’m going to bring you to the point of exploding, my Angel,” Viktor purred. “And I’m going to keep you there. And when you can’t hold it anymore, I’m going to push you over the edge.”
I shuddered, my whole body tensing.
“And just when you think it couldn’t be possible to top that point of satisfaction, I’m going to give it to you again and again.”
I moaned at the promise of his words.
Where was this man all my life? He must have been sent from heaven.
“Imagine it, Malen kiy, my cock instead of my fingers, pushing into you. I want to feel every bit of your delicious pussy. I want to feel your body clamp down on me.”
While he talked, Viktor moved his thumb over my clit in circles. He’d stopped moving his fingers inside me, only wiggled them