Page 34 of Inside of You, Vol. One
The chauffer is already standing outside and holding the back door open for you two.
Minutes later, the car pulls away. You’re riding away from the hotel and curling up next to Kazimir’s strong frame. The soft and smooth leather upholstery yields along your body, almost hugging you.
Kazimir takes your hand and laces his fingers through yours. When you close your eyes, you feel as though you can wrap yourself up in him.
This is the closest to nirvana you have ever felt.
So exhausted from the past hours—hot sex and gun-fighting—you fall asleep in Kazimir’s hold.
Hours later, you wake up to unimaginable pleasure.
Your spread legs rest on a soft, vibrating mattress.
You think that you must be on a plane due to the gentle humming of an engine and a sudden increase in altitude is felt.
But you can barely focus due to Kazimir’s hot and insistent tongue lapping at your clit.
A moan leaves you.
You open your eyes.
You can see the clouds floating by through the circular window near you. The bedroom is small, yet drenched in luxury and elegance—plush cream carpet, mahogany shelves, Tiffany lamps, and a silver platter on a walnut table stacked with unopened champagne and crystal glasses. The air smells sweet. It’s a mixture of furniture polish and floral potpourri.
You have no idea when you got on the plane or where you are going, but, who cares when the warmth of Kazimir’s mouth is penetrating through your every cell, sending delicious shivers down your entire body?
And your pussy is already soaking wet and you’re close to an orgasm, telling you that he has been licking your pussy for a while.
Groaning, he begins to suckle on your clit. The intense pleasure is an incredible burn, rippling through you. His licking goes on for so long that you feel close to exploding.
His hands are on your swollen nipples, teasing and pinching, tugging and caressing.
His passion drives you crazy.
Loudly groaning, he moves one hand from your breast and slips it down your body.
He slides a finger inside of your pussy next, fucking you with it. The sensation ripples through you.
The plane hits heavy turbulence, rocking and shaking the space, but all you can focus on is Kazimir finger fucking you and lapping at your clit at the same time.
You arch your back, reaching for the blissful orgasm, crying out.
Your body clenches and trembles.
You move your hands down and grip the back of his head, guiding him to pleasure you further.
An odd thing happens, movement comes from your right.
The room’s door is open a few inches.
Someone is watching you, while Kazimir eats your pussy.
You move your face more in the door’s direction and widen your eyes.
Kazimir grunts.
Still, you try to figure out who is watching.
Kazimir changes his rhythm.
