Balance (Off Balance 1)

Sounded easy enough. If I could do a double layout on floor, I could do this. Tentatively, I shifted to my knees, feeling the microfiber softness beneath me and leaned over. My lips parted as I stared at the tip of his penis. Kova moaned quietly. With his hand on the back of my head, he guided me toward him, but he didn’t push. There was nothing forceful about it, which I appreciated. I was nervous, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t eager to see his reaction and what it would feel like.

My tongue slipped out and licked the tip. I wasn’t expecting him to be salty and made an effort to hide the dislike on my face. Kova’s stomach flexed, his abs hardening as I looked up at him for approval. I reached out and skimmed his pelvis, feeling the rigid muscles and the V on his hips as I took more into my mouth.

Kova groaned. “Wrap your tongue around me like you are sucking on a lollipop.”

I stopped and laughed. “A blow pop?”

A deep chuckle came from him. “Yes.” I pretended he was a lollipop and astonishingly it worked. His hips moved forward and he held the back of my head to him. “If you want to do what Katja does, you are going to have to suck harder. She loves sucking my cock.”

My nose flared and I almost bit down on his cock. That just got my blood roaring. His dick twitched and I clenched my thighs shut. Kova was goading me, I knew he was, and I didn’t care because somewhere hidden deep inside me I found joy and satisfaction in it. I picked up the speed and used my tongue, trying to take as much as I could into my mouth. It wasn’t easy and my jaw began to ache. Kova moaned when his dick hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged.

“You have to open the back of your throat.”

I didn’t even know what opening the back of my throat meant. I didn’t want him to know I was clueless, so I nodded. Anytime he thrust his hips, he hit the back of my throat. To avoid him going any deeper, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his penis and held on as I did more of the guiding than him. His arm dropped from my head and I looked up. Kova’s head was tipped back, pleasure rocking through him. I smiled to myself. Guess I was doing it right after all. I sucked harder, focusing on the tip.

“Fuck,” he said huskily when my tongue wrapped around his length and tugged. My cheeks hollowed. Kova looked down, our eyes locked and something in my heart shifted. It was important to me he enjoy what I was doing to him, just as I had.

His gaze was lethal, protective almost, as if I was the only thing that mattered in his world. Forgotten were moments of uncertainty and inexperience. All I had to do was gauge his reaction and I knew I was doing it right.

He cupped my jaw, his fingers splaying on my neck and into my hair as we both held each other in place with just a look.

Our eye contact never broke and his speed picked up. His hips pumped back and forth, the vein in his neck coiling into his shirt twitched. Abruptly, he pushed me away and I fell back onto the plush couch.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

Kova grunted, holding himself. “No, quite the opposite actually.”

A huge smile moved across my face, but then I realized he still didn’t orgasm. “But you didn’t finish.”

“That is because I am not done with you.” My eyes tracked him as he took two steps and moved to the end of the couch. He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and hoisted me up. Spinning me around, he bent me over as if I weighed no more than a feather. My knees landed on the armrest and my hands on the couch cushion. Without a second to catch my breath, he took me from behind. It was a different angle, and I wasn’t expecting it when he thrusted in. A slight sharpness shot through me and I grunted in pain. I was still tender from the orgasm and I moved to sit up, but he pushed my back down.

“Stay.”

I wasn’t sure why, but hearing him demand I stayed down caused a flood of wetness between my thighs.

“You asked for it, you are going to get what she gets. Do not say her fucking name again.”

Satisfied, I grinned. “Good.”

Kova’s fingers slipped under my cami, his nails grazed my skin and I shivered. He gave a good tug and ripped my cami off, throwing it to the ground in pieces. He aggressively palmed my breasts and squeezed before pinching my nipples. My back arched and my arms gave out, bending at the elbows. Kova’s fingers tightened on my hips as he slid slowly back and forth into me, creating a maelstrom of pleasure. It wasn’t hurried or rushed. It was slow and steady—sublime. The only sound was the suction of our conjoined bodies as he pulled out and slid in, holding it for a split second. Just enough time for my clit to throb and greedily beg for more.

“Ahhhh…”

“Tell me you like this, tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

“Yes, you know I do,” rolled off my lips. I did, I liked it a lot. Somehow, I found my inner strength. My hips took over and started rocking back into him, meeting him for each thrust. This angle was deeper and slightly painful, but the pain turned to pleasure and the intense feeling streaming through my blood was like a soaring high I never wanted to come down from. A sensation so incredibly powerful I bet nothing could top it.

“Oh my God.” Another orgasm was quickly rising.

But then Kova pulled out before I could find that earth shattering release I knew he could give me. I looked over my shoulder ready to spout off what the hell he was doing when he tapped the inside of my thigh for me to spread my legs wider. He reached over and pushed my head down into the couch, then with a flick of his wrist, he rotated my hips up and back so they were angled high. Of the times Kova and I had been together, this was the most exposed I’d ever been to him. Under normal circumstances, I might have objected to this position due to my vulnerability, but I was in such a daze and lost in his touch, I willingly gave myself to him. No, was never a thought in my mind.

Kova knelt down between my legs and spread my pussy open and ran his tongue along my plump lips. I moaned, my hips arching back even more as my hands gripped as much fabric from the couch as possible. He focused on my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his finger pressed on my puckered little hole. Tears formed in my eyes from the sheer pleasure that took over my body. I was floating on another planet. I was so sensitive I nearly bucked into his face at the gentleness.

I tried to move but he just gripped me tighter, his fingers digging into me.

“Kova…I…I’m going to…” I couldn’t get the thought out before an orgasm racked through me for the second time. Stars clouded my vision and I moaned so loud, rolling my eyes shut while he just kept sucking and sucking, his tongue flicked my sex like he was on a mission. Nothing in the world compared to this moment and his wicked tongue. Sweat dampened my skin, my entire body was on fire. Heat zipped down my spine, blood flushed my cheeks and I was free falling as pleasure tore through me.

I was done. Spent. Exhausted.