Chapter 18

Gaius’ POV

I knead her breasts and tweak her nipples between my fingers. She arches her back and pushes her body to me as a silent command for more, but I don’t give it to her yet. I bring a hand to play with her swollen nub even as my length hits her sweet spot. Her hips push back against mine, and my stomach begins to tighten as my climax emerges.

Her cries are music to my ears, and I begin my dirty talking in Romanian. Yesterday, I did it in English, and when we were done, she told me she preferred it in my language. She said it sounded sexier that way.

When the words start pouring out of my mouth in breathy growls, she reaches her hand out to grab a fistful of my hair as she moans, “Yes!”

Pleased to be of service, ma’am.

My thrusts increase in pace, and my fingers grind against her bundle of nerves, and her thighs clasp my sides tighter as her muscles begin to contract. Her pull on my hair becomes tighter, and I know she’s trying to stave off