Balance (Off Balance 1)

Sure enough, Kova had kept his word and showed up after dark. I didn’t question how he got away from his girlfriend, and truthfully I didn’t want to know. I was more than aware an actual relationship between us could never be, at least not any time soon, it still didn’t change the fact that I didn’t like him going home to Katja every night.

My nerves had been on edge while I waited for him. I wasn’t sure he’d truly show at first, but I wanted to make sure I was ready just in case. When I showered after the gym, I carefully shaved every part until I was smooth and silky. I lathered every inch of my naked body in lavender scented lotion and air-dried my hair with a little mousse so the waves were fuller. Picking out clothes wasn’t an easy task. I didn’t want to appear like I was waiting for him, but I also wanted to wear more than pajamas. I went with a pair of simple rolled up, dark denim shorts and an off the shoulder oversized, ivory shirt. Wanting to be a bit audacious, I skipped the cami and bra I typically wore underneath.

It ended up doing the trick because when I opened the door to Kova, he had his hands threaded in my hair and his lips pressed to mine within seconds. He slammed the door shut with the back of his foot and devoured my mouth as he carried me down the hall to my bedroom.

“I cannot wait another second,” he told me, and threw me to the bed. “You drive me crazy.” My arms landed above my head and my shirt rose up my belly. My supple breasts tickled the sheer material and I knew my hardened nipples outlined perfect little circles. Heat strummed through my body as he

peered at me with a craving so dark my stomach flipped. With a quick tug, he had my shorts off and on the floor, and he stood between my legs.

Kova dragged a hand down my stomach, twisting his wrist so he could cup me over my black panties, caressing my swollen lips begging to be touched.

His large hand slipped into the front and glided down the crease of my folds, one finger entering into me slowly. My hips undulated and Kova groaned. Looking between us, a thick vein was straining down his forearm. Why I found that to be so incredibly hot, I had no idea. He oozed muscular strength and sex appeal. His hips thrusted back and forth as if he was inside of me. He hadn’t changed out of his basketball shorts, and his wide erection grew rapidly before me. I groaned, and became even wetter, gripping my bed sheets. It was almost embarrassing to be this wet.

Kova pushed his hips into my center which caused his hand to add pressure, making me moan. His thighs kept my legs open while his finger stroked every inch of me.

God, I could have an orgasm just like this.

I liked his strong touch, his powerful position over me. It was rough yet sensual. Skilled, like he knew exactly what he was doing, which was nice since I had no clue.

Pulling his finger out, my cheeks burned from the sounds accompanying the movement. Kova looked down and our heady gaze mimicked each other’s. He slowly added another finger and the pressure was tight, but good. My hips bucked when his thumb landed on my clit and a moan vibrated in my chest. My hips began to move, gyrating on his fingers. More, I needed more, and I wanted it fast.

“Adrianna,” he said huskily, pulling his fingers from my core. “I would love nothing more than to make you come like this, but first I have other things in mind,” he flattened his hand against me, hard, and I groaned again, his fingers resting past my pussy to my ass.

Fuck. He was teasing me.

The pressure and strength of his hand, his fingers resting low, felt so hot, I wanted him to touch me harder, grind his palm against my throbbing—

“Yes…” I sighed, loving what he was doing. It was like he read my mind. “That feels so good. Just like that.”

Kova paused. “What does?”

Breathing heavily, I answered him honestly. “Your hand, how hard you’re pushing on me. Soft touches are nice, but this feels a whole lot better. And I like when you hold my legs open.” My hips rolled against his hand to show him and I spread my legs wider.

“Do you have any idea what you are saying?” Kova’s eyes darkened. They were heavy from arousal, and his body tensed. He shook his head like he was fighting with himself to find the right words. “I like when you tell me what you want me to do. It is intoxicatingly powerful to know I make you feel so good.”

I looked deep into his eyes so he’d know my words rang true. “You make me feel better than good, Kova.”

“You are playing with fire.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, malysh,” he laughed throatily. Kova withdrew his hand, and reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt. “Let me show you.”

The mattress dipped as Kova crawled over me on his knees. My fingers traced his granite-like abs, every indentation and every grove that carved his stomach was not missed. He drew an audible breath as my palms skimmed his firm chest and over his nipples. My fingers glided across the sharpness in his shoulders. Dropping his weight on me, Kova looked into my eyes before he kissed me senseless. My body circled around his, locking him in. His warmth spread across my body, our heat fused together. His tongue slowly delved in and out before moving to plant open-mouthed kisses down my neck, around my ear, and pull my lobe into his mouth. My back arched, pushing my chest into him. I was completely under his control and all it did was fan the fire even more.

My hands landed on his muscular back and I gripped him. Kova flexed under my touch and his hips began a slow and steady rock against my center. His erection pressed in and out, and I wondered if somehow he could feel just how damp I was.

Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to mine and squeezed his eyes shut. I was dizzy from his fervent kisses and clutched him tightly. Breaths of hot air blended together as we fought to steady ourselves.

Kova moved to sit back on his heels. His brow lifted, and he gave me the sexiest half-grin I’d ever seen as he pulled my panties off, then pushed my knees back out.

“Let me show you how I want to taste you.”

Recognition hit and Kova smiled at my expression. Taste you…that’s what he meant earlier. Fuck, this man was gorgeous and he wanted to do amazing things to me.

“First, I will get acquainted with your lips.” He leaned down and ever so gently traced around and through the seam of my pussy with the tip of his tongue. A pleasure filled sigh rolled off my lips as I closed my eyes briefly.

“Does that feel good?”