Her eyes slipped closed, the delicious warmth and rasp of his fingertips against her hardened nipples making the muscles at her core clench. She tried for a sassy quip, but it came out breathless and distracted. “So, this isn’t just a ploy for me to do all the work?”

He gently pinched her nipples. Tugged and rolled them in unhurried pulls. “Does it feel like you’re doing the work?”

Nope. Not even a little bit. If anything, being astride him rather than beneath him was freeing. As liberating as the rest of the night had been. She shook her head and opened her eyes. “No.”

“Good.” He lifted his hips and pressed his shaft against her clit. “Because I’m going to give you my cock just like this.” He undulated again, the slickness between her folds letting him glide easily against her. “Going to pet and tease you over and over until you beg me to let you come.”

Was he kidding? She was already ready to beg, her hips eagerly matching the rhythm he’d set.

She widened her knees, angling for more pressure on her clit.

Kir shifted his hips before she could. “Nyet.” Before she could protest, the head of him nudged her entrance. “You’re not supposed to do the work, remember?”

A whimper slipped up her throat, every ounce of her attention focused on the promise of having him inside her. Filling her. Stretching and connecting him to her. She tried to push backward to gain more of him, but he stopped her with hands at her hips.

She wriggled again. “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you, vozlyublennaya.” He pressed inside her. Infinitesimally slow increments that maddened her even as his leisurely advance sent her need reeling. “I’m loving you. Giving your body what it needs.” Only once he was seated fully inside her, did he begin to truly move. To pump his hips over and over, the cadence slowly escalating with the pace of her heart.

God, he felt good. Not just the hard length of him shuttling in and out of her, but the commanding feel of his hands at her hips. Each press of his pelvis against hers, and the flex of his muscles as he moved.

He shifted beneath her, took one nipple his mouth and suckled deep.

Pleasure shot straight between her legs, each flick of his tongue against the sensitive tip catapulting her higher. Blending with the drag of his cockhead inside her until she couldn’t breathe. Could only feel. Want. Pray for release.

“Kir.” It was a whisper at best. A plea paired with the press of her hand against the back of his head. “Please.”

His growl as he switched from one breast to the other was every bit as intoxicating as the rest of him. A reminder of the primal man beneath the refined exterior he showed the rest of the world. He licked her other nipple. “Please what?”

The question wouldn’t compute. Couldn’t be processed amongst the sensations bombarding her body. The wet heat of his mouth. The slick glide of his cock. The sheer power of his body, and the feel of them joined together.