Andriy
We both seem to be balancing on the edge. I pull my hand away from the table and firmly grab her light-haired head, fingers clasping the cheekbones. I delve into her plump lips with a hungry, angry kiss. I expect resistance, but no. She is so pliable, soft… it totally blows my mind. And when I hear a faint moan a moment later, I can't hold back anymore. I bite her mouth. I burst in with my tongue. Hungrily. Wildly. With no restraint. I don't care that someone could enter at any moment. I'm indifferent to everything. There is only her and the realization that she is mine.
I've never been so utterly crazy about anyone before. But her… I can't think of anything else. Especially after that damned club incident. When I realized who she was, memories of those pliable lips and her trembling anticipation… totally messed up my mind.
At first, I searched for her. I got Khmylevych, who had invited me that evening, to obtain a guest list from the party organizer. I didn't care that it was anonymous. I had to find her at all costs. And then, when she unexpectedly mentioned the party while talking on the phone, the missing puzzle piece clicked into place… That’s when I knew she had to be mine.
I don't hold back. I know I'm probably too rough with her now, but jealousy clouds my thinking and blinds my vision. I operate with a burning tongue in her tender little mouth to the fullest. I caress and punish at the same time. I can't hold back. But at some point, through my foggy consciousness, I hear the piercing ring of a cell phone.
I break away from the little one. I note her bewildered look with satisfaction. With my thumb, I glide over her swollen, red lips. And my imagination brazenly suggests hot visions where these lips wrap around my cock and madly suck on it, taking in the heavy shaft. I just gulp nervously and try to calm my emotions. My erection strains against my fly and aches. My heart thumps a wild rhythm. The desire to be inside her tight flesh pierces through, flying through my veins with an adrenaline cocktail and mercilessly pounding all my receptors.
" Andriiiy, " she whispers with a sweet, lost look.
" You need to answer the call, " I say with a hoarse voice.
She blinks once, twice. Then she nods and picks up the phone. I step back, and the gaze of Milana penetrates my rampant desire. The little one blushes, nervously licks her lips, and does not look away.
Content, I give out a grunt.
You can lie to anyone... even to yourself. But you can't fool me. You want me.
I turn and head to my place. I take off the damned tie and unbutton the top buttons.
" They called from the Poviat Government Employment, " I hear Milana behind with the sound of closing doors. " If I understood it correctly - I haven't practiced spoken Polish in quite a while…
I turn back to her and drill her with a hot, burning look. Milana stutters. Her gaze is filled with passion as strong as mine. It slips down and lands on the bulge in my crotch because such desire cannot be extinguished in an instant. The blonde nervously swallows, but her gaze does not waver.
I feel wild, primal instincts awaken within me. I step closer. I see how nervously she breathes. Her chest rises and falls with a rapid, ragged rhythm. She is on the edge. I step even closer, almost completely up close. Yet she does not move back an inch.
" You are fooling yourself, my wild little kitten, " I whisper hoarsely, trailing my fingers from her temple to her chin.
Milana closes her eyes. Full lips part slightly in a languid sigh, and she seems to stretch toward me, leaning forward.
" You are already mine, " her eyes snap open widely. " Just accept this fact, because I won't back down," I state firmly.
She seems to come back to her senses. I see her trying hard not to look down again. The desire is so strong, dizzying, and frantic that I clench my teeth, not to reveal the tremor from the wild heat coursing through my body. Milana says nothing. But I don't need words. She understands it all.
In a moment, instincts take over. I catch her tender hand and place it on my groin. I guide it from the bottom up. I see how the little one bites her lip and again closes her eyes. A quiet moan escapes from her lips. Her face is pink, her lips still swollen and juicy after my greedy kiss. Under the cover of passion, she looks like such a beauty.
I pressed her waist towards me. She doesn't resist. And doesn't remove her hand.
The tension reaches such a degree that the air between us might as well be sparking. The voltage maxes out. Her blue eyes, framed by lush lashes, darken and threaten to swallow me whole. But I gladly plunge into this madness. And right now, my control no longer matters because this crazy little cat gets on her tiptoes, wraps her arms around my neck, and dives into a frenzied kiss with my lips herself.