A tickle in her throat. Misha believed that about as much as he believed Bella's movements against him were accidental. It had all happened so quickly, he hadn't had time to react, but he was ninety-nine percent sure that Rosabella Sorrento had just ground herself to orgasm against him. Not that he minded. She looked gorgeous, her skin flushed and with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. He could now clearly imagine what she would look like in any number of pleasant situations.
Misha didn't even care so much that his own needs hadn't been taken care of, other than the fact that he was now completely hard, the head of his cock trying valiantly to press through the waistband of his underwear. It was a blessing that Bella had pulled away, otherwise Misha doubted he would be able to control himself.
"I'll just get you some water from the bathroom," he mumbled, his voice catching in the back of his throat. Thank god Misha was on the side of the bed closest to the door. He slid out from under the covers, making sure not to face her.
After a quick peek out the door to make sure the hall was empty, Misha fled toward the washroom. He had barely turned the lock all the way before his hand was down the front of his briefs, tugging his cock free. With his eyes closed Misha was sure he could smell the scent of Bella's arousal, and the sight of her trying to hold back a gasp was permanently painted in his memory.
"Fuck... Bella," he growled softly, his hand working in quick, erratic strokes. His technique was lacking, but even still, Misha was coming in less than a minute, her name on his lips yet again. He leaned back against the door, breathless, while his own come cooled on his fist.