In rolling strokes, I work myself onto him again and again while Timofey stares at me.
Eventually, he grips my waist with one hand. Then, a few seconds later, the second joins. As his breathing grows more ragged, he thrusts into me with sharp, purposeful movements.
As I stare back into his blue eyes, his expression breaks.
“f**k, Piper,” he groans. His brow creases and his jaw clicks.
I want to close my eyes and ride him to the finish line. I want to steal the pleasure and leave the rest behind, but I can’t close my eyes to this. To the feelings growing between us.
So I press my forehead to his, look deep into his blue eyes, and come on his c**k for the third time.
“Timofey,” I gasp, curling my fingers behind his ears, clinging to him with my quivering thighs.
He holds me to him, pu
