4

"You're so beautiful, but you already know that, don't you?" He nipped the swollen mound, "That's probably why you're here." He nipped the other mound and she bit back a moan.

His words barely registered in her foggy brain, but when they did, she shook her head quickly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Nicholai."

That seemed to anger him.

He dipped his head and gripped the edges of her bra with his teeth and pulled it down to her waist, exposing the beaded nipples, begging for attention.

He didn't hesitate, taking one into his mouth and sucking strongly.

Mira arched her back and cried out at the lash of sensation.

By the time he did the same with the other nipple, she was panting for him.

His free hand slid up her thigh, bunching the material of the dress at her waist. He cupped her boldly through the lace of her thong, which was now soaked.

He pressed his forehead against hers and she felt a wave of satisfaction to find that he was breathing hard, as if also fighting for control.

"Spread your legs for me, pretty girl."

Mira didn't hesitate. He'd made her addicted to him and it had been so long since she'd had him.

His fingers dipped, sliding between the wet folds to circle her nub.

Mira gasped and sat back on the edge of the desk so that she could spread her legs wider for him.

Nicholai stepped between her legs, his body aggressive as it crowded hers.

"Lie back." He commanded, releasing her wrists so that she could lie flat on the desk.

Mira knew what to expect from him, so she reached back and gripped the edges of the desk with her fingers for support.

"Look at you." Nicholai murmured, as his gaze took in her flushed skin and writhing body.

He gripped the lace thong and pulled, rendering the fabric and tossing it to the side.

He positioned a chair in front of the desk, directly between her legs, so that he could focus on her glistening mound. He gripped a thigh in each of his hands and positioned them over his shoulders, as his mouth descended.

Mira cried out at the first wet slide of his tongue through her slit.

His eyes grew heavy, as he set in with determination. His tongue circled her clit slowly and he watched as her hips followed his movements.