Want isn't the word I’d use. What I need is for him to make me cum. I have one hand digging into his hair and the other braced on the sink behind me. I can’t pull my eyes away from Frost as his warm breath tickles my sex. My nipples are so hard it’s almost painful, which I never knew was a thing. How can something hurt and feel good at the same time?
If he’ll give me anything I want, then why isn't he? My body is screaming for it, and he knows it. I need to cum like the last time we were in a bathroom together. I’ve tried to give myself that relief since then, but my fingers were never going to be as good as his. I try and push his head against me, but he doesn’t move.
“Ask for it.” He blows on my sex, making me whimper. He nips my thigh when I try to get closer.
“Please, Frost.” I start to beg because there’s no fighting this man. When he gets his hands on me, I lose all control.
“Please what?” His words are lazy, and there’s no urgency to them at all. He blows on my sex again, and I want to smack him. It’s not exactly possible with his head between my legs, but I’m desperate.
“Make me cum!” I shout.
I know it’s not going to take much to send me over the edge. I’d already been thinking about him when I was in the shower, playing out one of the many fantasies I’ve had about him. I couldn't get myself off today when I normally can without a problem. This time there was nothing, my body went on strike, but now that he’s here, the floodgates are open.
“Anything for you, kiska,” he says before he buries his face against my sex.
I knew I was close, because the first time his tongue slides across my clit, I cum. My fingers tighten in his hair, and my face flushes with heat. I don’t know if it’s from the orgasm or the embarrassment of cumming so quickly.
He says something in Russian before he’s on me again. His tongue swipes quickly over my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
“Stop,” I beg him because my clit is too sensitive. My whole body jerks at the sensation; it’s one I’ve never felt before. He gives me a few more licks, his eyes locking with mine.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
Stop? Why on earth would he ever stop?
“No!” I blurt out.
My body is still as needy as it was before the orgasm, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to hear before his mouth is back on me. When he pushes his tongue inside my body, my hips thrust forward. He keeps thrusting it in and out of me as if he’s fucking me, and I cry out. He pulls his mouth away and replaces his tongue with a finger as he goes back to licking my clit.
“Frost,” I breathe. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful before.
He adds another finger, and I keep rocking my hips with each thrust. I enjoy the small burn I feel as he makes both fingers fit inside. I close my eyes and picture him on top of me. It’s not his fingers making me feel so full; instead it’s his cock.
“Eyes on me, kiska, or I stop.” I open my eyes at his warning. “I want you to know who is doing this to your body. Who put that look on your face. I want to know you’re thinking of me and only me.”
Who the hell else would I be thinking of? The man takes up all my thoughts. It doesn't matter if he’s eating me out or not. It’s been that way since I first laid my eyes on him at Thanksgiving.
My sister asked me to take a drink to Frost. He’d only just gotten there, and I’d been in the kitchen cooking. When I walked into the living room, his eyes locked with mine. I could see the irritation that was on his face slip away and a smirk form on his lips. I’d initially thought he wanted into my pants and that he was being charming to get lucky. I’m still not sure what the hell he wants, but if it’s getting into my pants, he’s getting it.
When I watch us in the mirror, I see my face is flushed, but there’s something else there in my eyes. For the first time in my life, I feel sexy. Not cute or adorable like people often say, but sexy and powerful.
Frost devours me, and I look down so I can watch him make me cum. Another orgasm pushes down on me, and I hear him groan like he’s getting as much pleasure as I am. The sound of his groan sends me over the edge, and I cry out his name.
The pleasure hums through my body, and I can’t do anything but lie back and let it happen. My whole body goes lax as Frost lifts me into his arms. He carries me into my bedroom and lays me down.
I open my eyes to look up at him, but he didn't turn on the light. Thankfully, the moonlight coming through my window is enough to light up my room and I can see him clearly.
He stares at me for a long moment. I came twice, and seeing him over me like this, I still want more. I even want to do something to him. It’s unfair that I’m naked and he’s got all his clothes on. I want to know what he looks like under all the suits he wears, and I want his naked body against mine.
He starts to say something, but the sound of the garage door opening gets our attention. My mom and dad are home.
Russian words spill from his lips, and then those lips are on mine a moment later. The kiss is hard, and I can feel that he’s telling me this is far from over.
I watch as he goes over to my window and opens it. “Sleep, kiska. You don’t have many more nights here.”
Then he’s gone out my window. I jump up from my bed and rush over to look out, but I don’t see him anywhere. I close the window and lock it as an empty feeling settles in my chest.
Mom calls my name, and I rush into bed, pulling the covers over me. A few moments later I hear my door open, but I keep my eyes closed. It closes quickly, and I let out a sigh of relief. We could have been caught…why does the thrill of that turn me on?
It’s Frost. Everything always goes back to him. He’s starting to own parts of me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get them back.