“You said you would help me.”
Sighing in defeat, I follow her lead. It’s different without the fabric barrier, and the satin smoothness of her slick center drives me wild.
I shift to get more comfortable, but it only makes things worse. The front of my pants strain against the push of my stoyuk, and I long to replace both our hands with it.
Once more, Zhuliya gets close to climax but nothing seems to push her over the edge. Through our bond, I sense her frustration.
“What do you need, soyam?”
“I need you in me.”
The words are both music to my ears and a blade to my heart. It’s irresponsible to take her where anyone could stumble upon us, regardless of the locked door and closed curtains.
I couldn’t bear it if Zhuliya were to get in trouble with Russian officials, especially since I created this mess, but I also struggle against my natural instincts to soothe my mate and give her what she desires.
And right now, she needs me.
“Just this once.”
Zhuliya nods eagerly as I dip a claw into her drenched pussy. I’m careful not to cut her while I curl it deep inside, watching her expression.
When I hit a certain spot, my mate moans all the while touching the sensitive nub above my hand.
“Yes, there!”
Together, we work in tandem until Zhuliya spasms around my finger, her hoarse cry signaling her release that I muffle with my other hand.
“Better?” I ask after we’ve both caught our breaths.
“No.”
My chest tightens in worry, even though I don’t feel any distress from her through our bond—only contentment.
“Then what—”
Zhuliya cuts off my words when she wordlessly slips off my lap onto her knees and then twists to face me.
“I won’t be happy until you’ve come, too.”
The pressure inside of me tightens. “Soyam, we shouldn’t—”
“If I was aching, then so are you. Please? I’ll be a good girl and keep my hands to myself if you want.”
No.
What I want is to push Zhuliya back and fuck her until my cum paints every square centimeter of my mate’s gorgeous body, inside and out, while she caresses my fur.
But what I want isn’t smart nor prudent, so keeping her hands to herself she will—it’ll be hard enough to control myself without Zhuliya touching me.
“Will you come on my face, please?”
My mate’s question snaps me back to attention, and I groan. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
She shrugs, giving me a sinful grin that nearly cracks my resolve before kissing the seam of my pants.
Her tongue darts out, licking at my hard length, and even through the fabric, I feel the heat of her desire.
It threatens to consume every good intention I have.
With trembling hands, I undo the laces at the top of my pants and pull out my stoyuk. Zhuliya’s ravenous expression fuels my own hunger, and I pump my fist up and down.
My mate stares in fascination, and I groan, unable to keep still as my hips buck in an attempt to bring us closer.
The bony head of my stoyuk hovers mere centimeters from her lips, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, Zhuliya leans forward and presses a kiss to the tip.
I explode all over her face like she asked, my stoyuk jerking as hot cum splashes against her cheeks and pretty mouth.
When she wipes herself clean with her hand and then sucks my seed off her fingertips, another spurt erupts from me.
Zhuliya leans in to hug me, pinning my still hard—and throbbing—length between us. “Thank you.”
My stomach twists. “Please don’t thank me…I enjoyed this far more than I should have.”
She frowns, biting her full, bottom lip. The glossy red color I’ve come to associate with Zhuliya looks even better when covered with my cum.
“You’re supposed to enjoy it.”
I shake my head, wishing I could articulate everything inside of me. Although Zhuliya can sense my emotions, I’m sure they’re a chaotic mess as well.
