Page 12 of Unholy Matrimony
As she moves her mouth with mine, her hands explore my body. She touches my broad shoulders and then runs her hand up my neck. From my neck she runs them down my chest, stopping at the buttons. She unbuttoned my shirt. I grab her wrists. “Tsvetok8, that’s a bad idea.”
“I want to see every inch of you. I want to touch you. Teach me how you like to be touched.” She begs.
Fuck. My self-control just flew out the window.
1. Baby
2. Flower
3. I'm not that good.
4. baby
5. Flower
6. My beautiful flower
7. flower
8. Flower
Chapter seven
Leonid
Hell is where I'm headed. There is no doubt about it anymore.
I wanted to follow the rules set in place, but when I have a literal angel practically begging me to teach her how to touch me. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Walk away.
God, you give me way too much credit!
I pick up Lina and she wraps her legs around my waist as I take her out of the closet and bathroom. I'm going straight to the bed and I have a feeling it will turn into something more than just touching. As I lay her down on the bed, I regretted what was about to come out of my mouth.
“Lina, we don’t have to do this. It's only a few more days. I don’t want you to feel like I am forcing this. If you want to stop, we can.”
Lina looks up at me and her hands finish unbuttoning my shirt and she pulls it down my back. She tosses it on the floor and stares at my chest, covered in tattoos. The grin that spreads across her face catches me off guard.
“What?” I asked.
She laughs. “For someone so gentle in touch and with his words to me, it's funny to see you covered in tattoos. They make you seem scarier than you are. You're more like a teddy bear than the lion, as you claim to be.”
She’s fucking with me, trying to rile me up.
“Tsvetok1, what are you doing? Are you poking at the lion? Maybe you like being chased.”
She sits up on her knees. “I want you to teach me, and you are standing here trying to talk me out of it.” Her eyes narrow. “Fuck being all gentlemanly. Now come and teach me.” She looks like a goddamn vixen, her ice-blue eyes reaching into my soul, taming the fire that’s burning inside of me.
“Okay, malyshka2. Allow me to educate you then.” I reach down and start undoing my belt, but she grabs my hand.
With one raised eyebrow, I know what she's getting at. I place my hand over hers and guide her through undoing my belt, undoing the button. As we drag the zipper down, she brushes against my cock. She flushes as it twitches under her touch, but she continues. I kick off my shoes under the bed and she pulls down my slacks, so I am standing there with a hard cock in my boxer briefs and socks.
Me, thinking we are done, I take a step back, but she grabs my hands and with hers over mine, she guides me to the bottom of her dress. I tilt my head and give her a warning stare. She keeps my hands in place. With a shrug of my shoulders, I lift it over her head with ease. I toss it on the floor with my shirt and slacks. I lean down and remove her boots and socks.
She grabs my hands again, this time she places them on the waistband of her leggings. Without hesitation, I drag them down. She's turned on and panting. I drop them to the floor and she scoots to the edge of the bed. Her hands go to the waistband of my boxers and she waits for my hands.
“Lina…” I warned her.
“What?” she asks in a flirtatious tone.