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And she responded, kissing me back with a fervor that surprised me along with a tight grip on my arm. I’d seen and tried to ignore the little flashes of desire in her eyes, had halfway convinced myself that it was gratitude, or maybe a ploy to stay on my good side.

The way she kissed me now gave lie to that. Her pounding heart, her sharp exhales, the way she eagerly brushed her lips against mine, none of it was born out of gratitude, and proof of her desire only heightened mine.

I coaxed her lips apart with the tip of my tongue and then delved into the warmth of her mouth, the first touch of her tongue against mine making both of us moan. As I kissed her, I touched her body, moved my hands up her strong back and then down again over the full rounds of her ass and her thick thighs. I lifted, and she linked her legs around my waist, her breasts crushed against my chest, her hot core centered over my erection.

I enjoyed the feel of her weight in my arms and then moved across the room and lay on the bed, Fawn under me. I broke the kiss then and looked down at Fawn. Her kiss-swollen lips and passion-filled brown eyes stole my breath, and when she snaked her fingers under my shirt, her touch against my bare skin took what was left of my control.

I grabbed at the breasts that had become an increasingly prominent part of my obsession with her, squeezed at the full flesh that filled my hands, her tight nipples hard points against my palms.

My grip tightened when she pulled my shirt up, her fingers hot against my skin and leaving little ripples of pleasure with her touch. Desperate for more, I broke away, pulled the shirt off, and tossed it aside. I watched her eyes, looking for a response when she first glimpsed the tattoos that marked much of my skin.

But I saw nothing but desire in her eyes, felt it reflected in her soft, passionate touches. And when she looked up at me with pleading eyes, I couldn’t do anything but respond.

I kissed her again, briefly, but then broke the kiss and pulled at her shirt, taking it and her bra in one motion. And then I stared down at her, smooth brown skin, succulent dark-tipped breasts calling out for my touch.

I answered, kissing my way over her collarbone and down her chest until I caught one of those hard buds in my mouth and teased the other between my fingers. She arched against me, and I smiled around her tit at her low moans, the way she groped at my shoulders only spurring me to tease that much harder.

Thumb tormenting one nipple, I used my tongue on the other, circling the bud and then sucking hard, repeating the motion until Fawn was a writhing mass beneath me. But she still had her wits about her, for as I sucked at her nipples, alternating between one and then the other, she somehow worked at my pants, got them open and down far enough to free my cock.

When she closed her fingers around me, I released her breast and cried out, her hot hand on my hardness making my dick jump. I exhaled, my breath against her wet nipple puckering the skin. I captured the bud again and then released, sucking at the underside of her breast, licking at the crease where her breast met her chest.

We continued that way, my shaft now wet with the precum that she’d spread with each stroke, but soon, the need for more pushed me on, and I broke away from her. Much as I had her shirt and bra, I quickly rid her of her pants and panties, exposing her long legs, the full thighs that had felt so good under my hands, to my eyes. They were a feast to my sight, as were her lovely hips, and the rise of her mound between them.

Some of the pleasure dampened as she watched me, and I could see the rising worry in her eyes, the trepidation about my response. I would see it replaced.

I kneeled beside her, my cock so hard it almost hurt, and without pause, I put my hand between her knees, moved up the smoothness of her thigh, drawing ever closer to the heat at her center. When I reached it, I put one finger between her lips, lifting one corner of my mouth at her sharp exhale, and then traced it up her slit, the need to bury myself in the warm heat I found there making my movements shaky.

When I reached her protruding clit, I stopped, caught her gaze with mine, happy her eyes had gone heavy-lidded with passion. Then I raised my hand to my lips, Fawn’s sweet scent hitting my nose and then her even sweeter taste exploding across my tongue when I licked my wet finger. Then I pushed her legs wide, crawled between them, moving up her body until we were face-to-face, cock to pussy.

One hand on either side of her head, I kissed her, my dick resting right at the edge of her entrance. And then, mouth covering hers, I pressed inside her warm wetness, her tightness giving in to take me.

She breathed out, and I captured her exhale, returned one of my own, the feeling of her cunt stretching to accommodate me making my hands clench into tight fists, my body tense as I held back, trying to restrain myself.

But when Fawn broke the kiss, met my eyes, and then lifted her hips and pulled me deeper, that restraint snapped. In one thrust, I brought us together, her breath coming out in a rush, mine doing the same with our pelvic bones crashing together. And then, without pausing, I grasped her shoulders and moved, pulling out and then pounding in, Fawn’s hands on my arms, my back, my ass, driving me harder, faster until my body was slick with sweat, my chest heaving with my breaths.

Her gaze never strayed from mine, not even when I reached between our bodies and circled her clit, pinched and teased it until she clamped down and cried out her pleasure. She didn’t stray as she rode her climax, after as I continued to pound into her, or even after when, unable to hold back, I spilled my seed inside her.

TWELVE

Fawn

Vasile sat across the table from me, his expression almost serene but more detached than it had been less than an hour before when he’d again taken me to heights of pleasure I hadn’t dreamed of. But though he was still mysterious, I saw a softness in his face I hadn’t seen before.

“Natasha is coming today.”

I brightened, excited at the prospect of seeing her again. “Great. Any reason?”

“She’s bringing you a dress for tonight,” he said.

“What’s happening tonight?” I asked, frowning. He hadn’t mentioned anything, and save a few trips to the grocery store, usually accompanied by Oleg, I hadn’t gone out. And as strange as it may have been, I didn’t welcome the prospect of changing things. I liked being in this little cocoon, me and Vasile and the passion between us, and while I knew it couldn’t last, I didn’t welcome the outside world’s intrusion.

“We’re going to dinner. I’ll be back later to pick you up.”

He was gone before I could think of a response and a few minutes later, Natasha burst into the room carrying two heavy garment bags.

“I brought these for you,” she said, toddling over to me on her heels, face set into an almost gleeful smile. “I wasn’t sure what would fit, so I got a couple things. We’ll find something,” she said.

I tilted my head in confusion. “Do you know what this is about?” I asked.