Page 134 of Sweet Deception

I kissed her before she could finish. Hard. Desperate. Claiming.

She stiffened, caught off guard. Then melted.

I groaned into her mouth, my fingers gripping her waist as I deepened the kiss. Tasting the defiance and sweetness I had denied myself for months

My lips traveled down her neck. She shivered.

I lifted her onto the car, unzipping her jeans.

She gasped. Her eyes wide, breath shaky.

As if she couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Neither could I.

My fingers grazed the soft skin of her thigh. My pulse quickened, my jeans straining against the growing ache as I traced higher, brushing her inner thigh. She gasped, a sharp little sound that sent heat coursing through me. My hand slid toward her panties, and I felt the dampness there, undeniable, electric. I rubbed her gently with my thumb, locking eyes with her. Those seductive, half-lidded eyes stared back, pulling me in.

I leaned forward, capturing her lips in a slow, hungry kiss as my hand slipped beneath the fabric. Her fingers dug into my back, her voice breaking through the haze. “Gleb!”

My thumb found her clit, circling it with deliberate care, and her moan spilled out, raw and unrestrained. Her hips rocked toward me, urgent, like she couldn’t wait another second. I could’ve taken her right there, pinned her to the floor and lost myself in her, but it was her first time. I scooped her into my arms instead, carrying her to the master bedroom, her warmth pressed against my chest.

I shed my clothes in a rush, jeans and shirt hitting the floor. She watched, a flicker of nerves in her eyes, but no fear, just longing. “I’m big,” I warned, helping her peel off her top, her jeans already a crumpled heap.

She shrugged, a quiet defiance in the gesture, her need outweighing any hesitation. I slid her white panties down, myfingers brushing her gently. “It’ll hurt,” I murmured, voice low against her ear.

“I know,” she whispered back, steady and sure.

I dipped my head, intending to taste her, but her thighs snapped shut instinctively. “What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling back.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, cheeks flushing as she parted them again. “It’s just... reflex.”

I grinned. “First time, huh? Relax, baby, I’m gonna eat you out.”

“You don’t have to say it,” she groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “God, that’s embarrassing.”

I chuckled, shifting up to her chest instead. My lips closed around her breast, sucking gently, teeth grazing her nipple. She gasped, then moaned, “Damn, Gleb!” Her voice trembled with every flick of my tongue.

I kissed a trail down her body, between her breasts, over her belly, pausing at her navel, until my mouth hovered above her. Her pulse thrummed beneath my lips as I descended, tasting her at last. She was soaked, and her moans grew louder as my tongue slid inside, relentless, savoring every shudder. “Oh my fucking... days.” Her hand tangled in my hair, gripping tight like it was all that kept her grounded.

Her body started to quake, jerking beneath me, and I knew she was close. I pulled up, aligning my lips with hers. “Like how you taste?” I teased, kissing her deeply.

She nodded, a breathless laugh escaping as I positioned myself, my cock brushing her center. Her eyes met mine, a silent nod giving me the green light. She was ready, had probably dreamed of this as much as I had. I eased in slowly, watching her face. She gasped, biting her lip hard, pain flickering across her features. I pulled back, then thrust in again, harder this time. The pleasure hit me like a freight train. Fuck. She felt good, and I wanted to take it slow, but she was unraveling me.

I gripped her breasts, full and perfect in my hands, and let go, pounding into her with a rhythm she’d craved in her quiet fantasies. Tears streaked down her cheeks, mingling with her moans, my name a broken chant on her lips. I kept going, relentless, sucking at her breast as I drove deeper. “Oh my...” Sweat beaded on her skin, on mine, as I pushed us both to the edge.

My body tightened, a warning, and I thrust harder, ruthless now, leaning in to kiss her with bruising force. I was close, too close, and the years of pent-up hunger roared through me. I bit her lip, tasting blood as I came, spilling into her with a groan that tore from my chest. She took it all, her nails raking my back, her lips sucking mine with fierce passion. I felt her clench around me, her own release crashing through her, her moans echoing off the walls.

“Yeah... that’s it, baby girl...” Her cries peaked, then softened into a heavy exhale. The room was cool, but we were drenched, slick with sweat and each other.

I started to pull away, to lie beside her, but her arms tightened around me. “Don’t go,” she mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion.

“I’m not,” I said, burying my face in the crook of her shoulder. “I’m right here.”

“Lay on me instead?” I asked, shifting some of my weight off her. I was bigger, heavier, she couldn’t take me crushing her for long.

“Just leave me,” she said softly, her grip firm.

I wouldn’t leave, not now, not ever. She was my first in a way that mattered, and I’d damn well be her last. I pressed a soft kiss to her neck. “Don’t worry, babe. As long as I’m breathing, I’m yours.”