Dangerous Dancer

“Uhm huh,” I moaned, then whined in protest when his hand slid between us and he gently pushed me back, my hand automatically slid from the back of his neck and I balled it into the bedding. His eyes flickered over my face briefly before he locked them on mine.

“You look adorable in the morning,” he said quietly when he brought his thumb up to my mouth and trailed it across my bottom lip.

“I do?” I asked, unconvinced. I could feel my face flare red with heat at his compliment. I moved my eyes towards one of the large windows to focus on the whites of the clouds breaking out in the sky.

His finger hooked under my chin and pulled my face back to his direction, “Please, don’t do that,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Look away in embarrassment, when I pay you a compliment.”

I shrugged my shoulders and blew out a deep breath, “I can’t help it, I’m not really used to them,” I replied flatly.

“Well, you’d better get used to them, Raine. I mean everything I say to you. You’re beautiful inside and out, I see that and I wish you could see it, too.”

I wrinkled my nose and opened my mouth to mutter a protest, but sensing what was coming he kissed me steadily and passionately. His hand skimmed up and down my neck, and it caused sparks of static to dance over my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Raine,” he mumbled. His hand slid up towards the back of my hair and coiled a handful of it around his fingers then he pulled, ensuring my head lifted enough for his mouth to devour my neck. The same magical feeling he had created within me the night before, surfaced again, and it left me shivering in pleasure and ecstasy.

I moaned quietly when I felt the hard contours of his naked body press firmly against mine, my right leg automatically hooked over his hip as I pressed my crotch straight in to his erection. His lips kissed along my collarbone at the same time his hand moved from within the tangles of my hair to slowly massage my breast, I arched my back and softly gasped when he seared the heat of his mouth over my nipple and circled his tongue around it, teasing it to attention. My chest began to rise and fall dramatically as my senses were taken to a new high by his mouth and when his lips and tongue moved from their assault on my breast and moved down over my rib cage, my abdomen, then paused briefly at my navel before continuing south, my fingers coiled and tugged in his hair and I began to wriggle underneath him.

“I want you,” I groaned. His lips suddenly began its ascent back up towards my mouth, the warmth of his breath against my skin and the delicacy of his touch were leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He smiled and winked devilishly, “You will have me, one day soon. Not now.”

I shook my head and tried to move from his grip, “You can’t tease me like this, Nikoli!”

His hooded, dark, hungry eyes rested on mine and a smirk curled onto his lips. He shifted himself to move his body from mine and lean over me, “Tease you? I’m not teasing you,” he replied huskily.

“Yes! Yes, you are. Your hands, your mouth, oh, god your damned tongue… all over me, it’s driving me fucking insane,” I half-panted and half-gasped at him.

My outburst caused his smirk to spread further then he pulled his bottom lip in and held it in place between his teeth, cocked his head to one side and skimmed his fingertips, erotically over my naked body. “I’m not teasing you, Myshka. I’m preparing you,” he whispered when his hand moved lower and pushed my legs open.

“Preparing me for what?” I whispered nervously and wide-eyed unsure what he meant. I silently prayed it wasn’t anything kinky that involved inanimate objects or an orifice that shouldn’t be used.

“My mouth,” he replied, moving himself between my legs. He hesitated when I let out the breath I was holding in one long hiss of relief.

Smiling like a cat that had gotten the cream, I licked my lips and winked, “Well, in that case please, don’t let me stop you, Nikoli,” I replied tartly. He grinned. I opened my legs further, and prepared myself to wilt under his influence.

*

“Did you bring any spare clothes?” He asked as I took a seat at the table and looked down at the breakfast he had made.

“Nope,” I mumbled. I scrunched my face up in annoyance that in my haste to get to Nikoli last night, I had forgotten t

o bring clothes with me, how stupid could I be? Pushing my stupidity to one side, I attacked the bacon with my cutlery and greedily proceeded to eat it. I was starving, I had concluded it must be the amount of orgasms he had given me in the last fourteen hours that had left me ravenous.

I heard him chuckle as he poured me a coffee. “My shirt looks rather sexy on you. But you can’t wear it home.”

At the mere mention of the word home I felt my appetite fade away and sickness took up its place. “I don’t want to go back home,” I whispered. I placed my cutlery back down on the plate and lowered my head to look at my lap.

His hand reached out and covered mine, “If it’s any consolation, I don’t want you to go back either. Only you can make that decision, I’ll support you either way,” he said as he squeezed my hand.

I smiled and brought my head up to look at him, “Thank you. I don’t want to go, but I have to go.”

“I know,” he responded. He moved his hand from mine, sighed then attacked his own breakfast. “I’m glad you turned up last night, it was a bit of a shock, but it totally made my birthday.”

I felt my lips tug into a broad smile, “I’m glad. I was going to call you but I thought it would be more fun to surprise you.”

“Oh, you surprised me all right, Myshka, you and your sudden confidence. I have to say, I loved that side of you,” he replied through a mouthful of sausage and egg.