If I Was A Rich Girl (c)

[Pasha]

Pasha gently broke the kiss before lightly pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth. "Your skin is so soft," he whispered, his fingertips lightly tracing along the curve of her breast.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle smiled up at him. "Its my job to have soft skin," she muttered, kissing him again.

[Pasha]

If that was her job, she was certainly doing it right! Pasha caught Annabelle's lower lip with his, sucking on it gently. His hand hovered just above her skin, wanting her to beg for more.

[Annabelle]

Geez. Most men were begging Annabelle to give it all up. She throws herself at this guy, and he's going so slowly! A part of this really intrigued Anna, and the other part was just frustrated. She angled her body towards his, and pressed her body against him.

[Pasha]

Pasha pressed his body back against hers, his hips rolling against hers. He was enjoying the game that came with making her wait, but he could sense that she was growing frustrated. His free hand worked its way down her side and over thigh.

[Annabelle]

Her lips found his again, and she spread her legs, one of her legs wrapping tightly around him. He was the most delicious man she had ever tasted.

[Pasha]

He kissed her passionately as his hand slid in between her legs, cupping her gently. Slowly, he let his thumb circle over her.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle moaned, the sensation nearly overwhelming her. She shut her eyes, gasping under her breath and squeezing his arm.

[Pasha]

Pasha's eyebrows lifted, slightly surprised by how immediate her reaction was. Naturally, he was very proud of himself for having this effect on her. He ran his thumb over her in a slower circle, pressing lightly against her.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle nearly whimpered, taking slow breaths as her pleasure began to build. She didn't want to just lay there and have him do all the work, but god she was afraid to even move.

[Pasha]

"It is okay," Pasha whispered after breaking the kiss. He exhaled slowly before lightly pressing his lips to her temple, "let it out." He eased a finger into her slowly, pulling it back out halfway before easing it back in again.

[Annabelle]

"Oh God," Annabelle whispered, squeezing his bicep again. she was taking short breaths, and her heart was pounding, harder than it ever had before. "Please." She begged, even though she wasn't sure what she was begging for. She kissed him again, suppressing another moan.

[Pasha]

Pasha's hand moved against her with gentle precision, his thumb pressing lightly against her with each inward motion of his finger. This girl was beyond incredible! He groaned against her lips, his hips pressing lightly against her thigh as he leaned into her.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle could barely take all the pleasure. It was driving her crazy, and she could barely hold on. She felt him poke at her thigh and she grabbed him with her hand, squeezing him.

[Pasha]

Pasha's hips rocked gently against her hand, loving how her bare skin felt against his. His gradually sped up as he continued to move against her, his finger curling up inside of her slowly before extending itself again.