“That’s too bad,” he murmured, nipping at my ear sending jolts of unadulterated pleasure to dance through my body. His head fell to the crook of my neck and he inhaled deeply. “You smell divine.”
I smiled to myself. The lengths I had gone to, to surprise him, seemed to be paying off. I’d been a bag of nerves as I preened and pampered myself, wondering if this was going to be a good idea, wondering if this is what I really wanted? Selfishly, for every question I asked myself, my head and heart screamed yes.
Nikoli let his obsessive grip on me go and he took a step back, “I need to ask you something, Myshka.” With bulging eyes, I nodded eagerly. “Are you sure this what you want?” He asked. He walked away and grabbed a chair from the table then swiveled it around and took a seat, facing me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You need to be a hundred percent sure and you understand whatever happens here tonight between us, you’ll be breaking your marriage vows, and committing adultery.”
I looked away briefly towards my heeled feet and took a deep breath. I nodded then looked back at him, “I know,” I replied. He sat watching me intently and I could feel my embarrassment return as I stood scantily-dressed before him, his eyes slowly taking in everything I was offering. Leaning forward he motioned me towards him with his forefinger. I smiled and walked the four steps to close the distance between us.
He reached out and his hands trailed up the outside of my thighs, his eyes followed in what I could only describe as fascination. “Turn around,” he said when he pulled his hands away. Slowly, I turned around. My breathing was starting to come hard and fast as the anticipation began to build. My eyes closed and I found myself holding my breath when I felt his fingers sensually caressing the sensitive skin on the back of my knees then trailed higher and higher. When he reached the curve of my bottom, he growled lowly and pulled his hands away again.
“Dance with me?” His question came out as an order and before I had the chance to feel uncomfortable, he was stood up behind me, his hand sliding over my hip and settling on the lower part of my stomach, just above my groin, pulling me impossibly closer to him. With his ragged breathing, heavy in my ear and his erection prominent behind me, my hips slowly began to move with his to the sultry sound of the music, just like we had done in the club, only this time at an even agonizingly, slower pace.
I murmured when his hands began to move over the silk material of my see-through camisole, lifting it up and baring even more of my skin. With my head nestled back into his shoulder, I closed my eyes and softly moaned when they reached my breasts and his fingers grazed roughly against my nipples sending them hard and taut in an instant. Every fiber of my body was awake, his touch sending excitement to course through my veins and I shuddered when his tongue traced along the contour of the side of my neck. “You don’t even realize how fucking sexy you are, do you? He said huskily in my ear, “That makes me crave you even more.”
My reaction was a silent one, a plea with my body as my arms came up behind him and locked behind his neck, I arched my back away from his chest forcing his hands to slip from the undeniable pleasure they were causing in my nipples and move them lower towards the pulsating heat in my groin. Teasingly, his fingers gently skimmed over the black, triangle of lace that was covering my womanhood and I let out a deep moan, letting him know that’s where I was desperate for his touch. He chuckled lowly in my ear and nipped his teeth on the skin of my lobe then repeated the move of his hand causing my hips to jerk further to it as my desperation began to soar.
I was in awe of his expert touch, this was an intensity I had never experienced before and when his hands reached back up to cup my breasts and his thumbs started their teasing over my nipples again, I felt myself pool with arousal. He pulled me backwards with him and sat down on the chair, my body automatically found a comfortable position against his strong chest. My legs fell open and draped themselves over his shut ones and as I threw my head back on his shoulder, his legs opened, forcing mine to open even wider.
I turned my head towards him and my lips captured the tasty essence of his as they stroked against mine, his teeth gently pulling on my bottom lip whilst his hands continued their assault on my breasts and nipples, pinching and pulling, causing soft moans, that I seemed to have no control over, to fall from my mouth. The dampness between my legs became even slicker when his fingers met with
the junction of the top of my thighs, causing me to meet his continued kissing with pure hunger. My body erupted into flames when his fingers brushed over my vagina, my mouth pulled from his and his name flew from my lips in a breathy whisper.
My backside rubbed against his straining erection as I gyrated slowly against him, letting the feel of his commanding hands consume me. “Raine,” he whispered before his mouth clamped on to my neck, he bit lightly and tenderly along the damp skin, causing the passion and the need to feel fulfilled, to burst through my veins. His fingers traced the outline of the tiny piece of material sat between my thighs and the distortion of my heavy panting and whimpering resounded in my ears when he dragged them firmly, once along my soft folds, coating them in my arousal.
My chest felt like it was going to cave in from the manic thrums of my heart when I watched his fingers come up to his mouth. I gasped as his jaw slackened and he sucked on them, dragging them slowly back and forth in and out of his mouth. His dark, lust-filled eyes stayed firmly locked on mine and he smirked, “You taste like honey, Myshka.”
My breath caught in the back of my throat at the eroticism of it all, my hand untangled from his neck and I quickly brought it down between my legs and squeezed, trying to dull the searing ache he had left. He moaned, then tutted and ran his nose up the side of my neck. His hand gripped around my wrist gently moving it away, “What are you doing?” He asked when I tried to clamp my legs shut again.
He resisted against me, pushing them back open further than before with his knees, “Please, Nikoli,” I cried, unable to take his teasing any more.
“I’ll give you what you want,” he replied when he straightened my back up against his chest and brought his left hand around to rest next to his right, “but this is as far as we go for tonight. When I make love to you, Myshka it will be with you as a free woman,” he rasped as his fingers began to slide their way into the confines of my G-String. Unable to register what he was saying as my hunger to come undone to the tune of his fingers intensified, I grunted and moaned as my own hand reached behind me and balled tightly in his hair. My body shook when his fingers simultaneously rubbed against my folds, one of them spreading my arousal, the other teasing and stroking my swollen clit until my panting was unbearably wild.
My body momentarily tensed when his finger finally made its way inside of me, quickly followed by a second one. He worked them in and out of me slowly while his other hand rubbed against my clit. “Yes,” I cried loudly when I felt my body begin to spasm and my hips moved against the working of his hands. My body was on fire, my brain felt frazzled. I began to see blinding white light behind my closed lids when his pace picked up. I was close, so fucking close but his fingers alone were not enough to push me over the edge he had kept me balanced on.
I needed his mouth.
“Let go, Myshka,” he murmured as he pinched my clit, sending pleasure and pain to rocket through my core. Angling my head towards him, Nikoli closed his mouth over mine and desperately sank his tongue into it, swallowing my cries and moans when my body finally gave in and the almighty orgasm I had been so desperate for, crashed through me.
I knew what had just happened was sinful. And as Nikoli continued to kiss me, I realized I didn’t give a shit if this was wrong. I had wanted this and he had given it to me.
The devil inside of me had finally won.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I had completely forgotten where I was until I felt the tickle of Nikoli’s gentle breaths on the back of my neck, the warmth of his arms wrapped around my naked body, cocooning me close to his bare chest and a smile grew wide on my lips. My eyes closed again and I basked in the glorious feeling of waking up with a tremor of excitement cutting a path right through my core. I hadn’t awoken feeling like this for such a long time, normally the second my eyes opened I’d be overcome with dread for what the day ahead would entail that I had forgotten what it felt like to smile when the mornings came around.
I felt like today, I was waking up a slightly different woman than on previous mornings. I’d always thought Max was the only man who would want me, and that was mainly because the seed of; No other man would look at you the way I do, you’d be nothing without me was planted and repeated to me continually over the time I’d been with Max, that I believed him.
I believed I wasn’t good enough for another man, I believed that I would be nothing without Max, but Nikoli had proven to me how wrong that statement was. He wanted me completely, so completely that he had refused to sleep with me until I was free of Max. The thought of being with Nikoli properly at some point in the future thrilled me yet also terrified me at the same time.
I let out a small sigh of contentment and silently willed myself to go back to sleep and cut all sudden thoughts from the night before of his hands roaming over my body. But it was no use, the second the memory entered my brain it rejuvenated my groin to life. Slowly I brought my left thigh up to lie flat against my right and squeezed them together to try and kill the rampant need for his hands to work their magic. I heard a low chuckle break out behind me, his hand swept across my thigh and pulled it back and I inwardly groaned that he’d caught me. His mouth was on the back of my neck as he peppered it with kisses, “Good morning, Myshka,” he said huskily, further igniting the flames between my legs.
“Morning,” I whispered meekly and turned myself around to face him. I gulped at the sight of him, his threads of dark hair were stuck up in different directions, his eyes were half open and his jaw was coated with the start of dark stubble; giving him that just fucked look. He smirked and pushed up on his elbow, balancing his head on his hand, then leant over me and swooped down to capture my lips with his, I let out a deep moan straight into his mouth and brought my hand up to rest behind his neck, keeping him in place.
“Did you sleep well?” He murmured against my mouth when he tried to pull away. My hand refused to move causing his mouth to crash back to mine with severity.