I felt gorgeous in his eyes at this moment. Once we stepped out of this car, who knew what would happen, but right now, as the car moved through the city, sending flashes of light through the windows, I felt gorgeous.
I watched as my hands slipped down to his silk shirt as I slid from his lap, barely able to fit in the small space between the seat and his legs. Gavril let his legs fall open to give me more room, and I sank to my knees before him, my hands finding his length straining against his pants. My throat went dry as I traced him with my fingers, realizing he must be painfully hard.
What had done that? Was it because he got off on the power?
Was it me?
I hoped I affected him like he affected me. I hoped that he lay awake at night, long after our sex session, and thought about more between us.
Maybe I should give him something to think about.
My nipples hardened under my dress as I reached for his belt buckle, waiting for him to stop me. Instead, Gavril lifted his hips to give me better access, and in the span of a few moments, I had him freed, his cock jutting out from his body proudly.
“So powerful,” I murmured as my hand roamed over his throbbing flesh, brushing over the engorged tip to find a pearly bead of pre-cum smeared there. My eyes met Gavril’s, and I could see the clench on his jaw. He was barely hanging on as it was, and the thought that I had him literally in my grasp sent me on a power trip. “Beautiful, even.”
Gavril’s body jerked, my fingertip tracing the vein on the underside of his cock, careful not to score the sensitive skin there. What would it be like to have full control of Gavril?
I doubted he allowed anyone to have full control of him.
Would I be his first?
Leaning forward, I traced that same vein with the tip of my tongue, tasting his musk and saltiness as he groaned above me. His hand fisted in my hair, but he made no move to force me to take his cock, not like before.
I hadn’t given him oral since that day with the wedding dress debacle, but now he was giving me some leeway with what I wanted—what I wished.
How far could Gavril be pushed?
How far would he let me control this?
How far before both of us lost control?
My tongue moved up to the head, greedily lapping up the evidence of what I was doing to him, My eyes found his, and the intensity of his gaze made me squeeze my legs together to stop myself from coming. Every fiber in my being begged me to climb on top of his delicious cock and ride him until we were both sweaty and spent.
Not yet. I didn’t want to take him in the back of a car like this. I wanted room to call out his name in English when he made me shatter. To grasp a handful of bedsheets or grab ahold of his muscular back as he took me. To lose myself as he flooded my insides with his essence.
Because the look he was giving me? He was going to do exactly that.
Whatever I was doing to him right now, Gavril was going to give it back to me tenfold, and I would welcome it. A tiny voice in the back of my mind told me that tonight would be different between us, either both on a power trip for what happened at the restaurant or something else.
A more naïve person would have almost called it love.
When I pulled back, his hand tightened in my hair, urging me to return. “That was just a taste,” I murmured, forcing myself to remove my hands from his body. “Of what will be waiting for you at home.”
His nostrils flared. “Home, Sveta?” he murmured. “Is that your home?”
It was Sveta’s home but not mine. I pushed that particular thought away as I rose awkwardly and took my place on the seat next to him. “Of course,” I said in Russian. “Where else would I be?”
Gavril seemed happy with my response as he tucked himself back into his trousers. “You are a tease, wife.”
“You’ve seen nothing yet,” I replied.
His eyebrow arched. “Oh?”
Feeling bold, I let the hem of my dress ride up my thigh, my hand reaching over to take his scarred hand and press it between my thighs. There was no mistaking the slickness coating his fingers. He brushed his fingers across the soaked scrap of lace, and I let out a small, fitful gasp of pleasure.
“And this is your dessert.”
“Well then,” Gavril said as he removed his fingers from my dripping wet center, bringing his fingers up to his lips. “You won’t begrudge me an early taste.”
My breath stuttered in my chest as I watched his fingers enter between his lips, and he licked them clean.
Oh God. What had I done?
A grin crossed his lips and he extended his arm once more, placing it on my shoulders and pulling me to his side. I breathed in his scent. My body was acutely aware of the way the material of my dress touched my skin. He had set every nerve alive with that one move. The touch had meant to tease him, but right now, I felt like I was the one being teased.
Never before had I felt this bold with another man, without a hint of fear in my depths. I thought Jon had ruined me for all other men. Until I met Gavril, I thought I couldn’t find any satisfaction in any sort of relationship, sexual or otherwise.
My friendship with Ilsa was the one solid thing I didn’t have to worry about.
Now there was Gavril, and I didn’t know what that relationship was going to be like, but tonight was the first glimpse that he wasn’t going to be concerned if Jon ever showed up.
He had protected me from a random stranger. If he only knew what I had endured at the hands of a man I thought had loved me before. A shiver shot through me, and Gavril’s arm tightened on my shoulder.
“Cold? Anxious?” he asked, his lips brushing the tip of my ear.
I looked up into his face, into his hard expression, and gave him a small smile.
“Excited,” I breathed.
I couldn’t lie. He had done something to me, and all I wanted to do was to go home, to the only home I knew, and explore that feeling full circle.
Gavril might not call out my name tonight, but he wouldn’t forget who gave him pleasure.