Fire Bound (Sea Haven/Sisters of the Heart 5)

He was awake instantly. That didn't surprise her in the least. Her man was a light sleeper and a part of him had to have felt her crawling down his body. His hand fisted in her hair, pulled at her scalp for a moment and then eased up. She didn't lift her head, but stayed relaxed, sucking. Pulling her head up to drag her lips and tongue up his shaft until he was almost out of her mouth and then diving down over it again. Fast. Deep. Wet. Tongue lashing. She used her free hand to caress his sac, to roll the velvet balls with gentle fingers while her mouth fed ravenously at his cock.

In her mouth he grew hard. Full. The girth and length increased and seemed to continue to increase until it was more of a struggle each time she took him deep. He was hot. Pulsing. His taste addicting. She wanted all of it. She didn't want him to interrupt her in the middle of what she was doing because she was enjoying herself.

Sometimes she thought she could bring herself to orgasm, not with her hands, but just with her mouth on his cock. She loved feeling his pleasure. Knowing she was giving that to him. She loved going down on him, but once she did, once she started that play, he usually took over, flipping her onto her back and reciprocating. The hand in her hair bunched tighter in a silent command and she knew from experience he was going to do just that - stop her so he could have his fun. She sucked him deeper in protest, shaking her head.

"Malyshka, I see you are going to be stubborn and insistent. At least turn around so I can have the same fun."

She knew him now. Knew he would insist, and if she didn't cooperate he would stop her and take what he wanted anyway. Moaning her protest, keeping him in her mouth, she turned her body so that she straddled his shoulders. It was a stretch. Uncomfortable. His hands caught her hips and he yanked her down over his face. His tongue stabbed deep and she opened her mouth to gasp at the pleasure bursting through her from just that initial touch.

"You love my cock," he stated. "You're dripping honey all over me."

"Mmm." That was all she could get out. He was large, and moving her mouth up and down him, using her tongue and lips, drawing him deeper and deeper, took all of her concentration.

Lissa immersed herself in her work. She had to pull off of him a couple of times to pant when Casimir's mouth and fingers drove her crazy. She was close, so close. She wanted him to take her over so she could concentrate wholly again.

"No. You're going to come when I do. I'm not there yet. I'm enjoying your mouth too much to let that happen."

He had a huge control over his releases. She knew he could hold out a long time, which meant Casimir planned to devour her for a long time. Already her entire body shuddered with pleasure, and deep inside the need coiled tighter and tighter. She didn't care. She had what she wanted in her mouth and she worshiped him. She wanted to show that to him, make him feel it. Covering her teeth with her lips, she used her tongue to get him wetter, suckled hard as she moved up and down, strangling him with suction, lapping at his most sensitive spots, working him and enjoying every single second.

Each time she got too close to release, Casimir stopped what he was doing, giving her a breather, enjoying the heat of her mouth. She knew she had him though, because his hips were picking up the rhythm she'd set and he was thrusting into her mouth now where before he'd been content to allow her to be in complete control.

He brought her close for the fifth time, adding his fingers. Sometimes his thumb slid over her clit, teasing her with how very close he could bring her. She ground down, setting her own rhythm, hoping to catch him before he could stop her climax, but he just laughed as he yanked her hips away from him.

"Don't cheat, golubushka, we made a deal."

She was gasping for breath and had to pull her mouth off of him in order to breathe through the terrible need for release. "You made the deal. I didn't agree."

"You're going to have to agree because I'm the one in control here."

Her breath hissed out of her. His taste was there in her mouth. His cock was beautiful, there in her hand, the velvet crown broad, so wet and inviting. She knew what he felt like in her mouth and temptation drew her. She licked at him, drew him into her mouth and then let go in order to protest.

"You're not in control. This is a partnership."

He blew warm air over her slick, tight folds. "No, lyubov moya. Not here. Not now. Now, we do things my way."

She drew him deep into her mouth. Sucked hard. Heard his swift intake of air. She hummed just to prove a point. The sensation vibrated right through his cock so his entire body shuddered. She'd found that little trick accidentally, but he'd reacted so beautifully to it. She'd used it often ever since.

"This is my morning. I woke you up." She took him deep again. Felt his stomach muscles go rigid, dance with the heat and fire sliding into his belly and centering in his groin. She did a wicked little tongue dance and felt his hips buck, driving him deeper.

He groaned softly. "We'll see, Giacinta." He dragged her down to his mouth. His very talented mouth. He knew how to use it. Every. Single. Wicked. Trick.

She gasped. There was absolutely no way she was going to win this silly battle with him. She didn't have his discipline and right now she didn't care. She lavished attention on him, determined to bring him at least to the very edge of his control. Mostly, she just wanted him to feel the most pleasure possible.

In the end, she had no choice holding out. He insisted they share the same climax and he continued to torment her for a long, long time, bringing her right to the edge until she was nearly screaming for release.

"Now, baby," he said, his voice hoarse, his cock swelling.

Finally, finally, she felt him let go. Erupt. With his eruption came hers. Huge. Fireworks. The best. She lay on him, wrapped her arms around his hips while her body shuddered with pleasure. The taste of him would be forever in her mouth. In her mind. She loved him. She loved everything about him, even his impressive control.

He rubbed the right cheek of her bottom. Gently. Soothingly. Her body contracted. Rippled. Wouldn't stop for the longest time. It was... extraordinary. Like him. Like Casimir.

"Malyshka. Come here, moya lyubov. I want to hold you."

"I'm sleepy. Can't move. I like it right here," she murmured, nuzzling him.

He didn't argue with her. He reached down and shifted her body, turning her around until he had her in his arms, her body sprawled over top of his. He drew up the sheet. "Then go to sleep. Right where you are, Giacinta."

"I'm upset with you." She kissed his chest, her lashes drifting down.

His hand speared deep into her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. It felt wonderful. She was drifting on a wave of satisfaction and love.

"Why would that be? Are you going to tell me you didn't enjoy that?"

Lissa turned her head and nipped at his skin in reprimand. "I was telling you how much I love you. Showing you. You one-upped me. That's so not cool."

"I heard you, golubushka, and I answered you."

He had a point. In any case, she was too sleepy to care. His body was always warm. There were so many intriguing muscles to trace as she let herself just float on that sea of absolute beauty. She felt thoroughly loved, and he'd only used his mouth on her.

"You feel loved?" she murmured.

"Very much."

He woke her an hour later and made love to her. Slow. Lazy. Sensual. Beautiful. He watched her the entire time, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw love there. She felt it. She watched his face as the beauty of their joining came over him. That exquisite moment when she couldn't breathe. When she couldn't focus. When his body threw hers into a phenomenal climax that lasted forever and her body took his with it, surrounding him with fire.

Casimir stayed locked in her, his full weight on her, his arms tight around her. She couldn't breathe, but it didn't matter in the least. She wanted him there. She held him tight while he buried his face in her neck.