With my sex trembling—throbbing—I tugged at his cock through the pants, needing to free the thick length.
He slipped his mouth down my neck, planting kisses, lapping with his tongue, and giving me little nibbles. “I was losing my mind and it has not even been twenty-four hours.”
“Me too.” I hated to admit it. My eyes watered. “I was scared. I didn’t know what to do.”
“I understand. I will always understand.”
“What are we going to do, Misha? What’s going to happen with us?”
“We are in control. No one else. Nothing else. It doesn’t matter what happens around us. We will always figure it out. I will do whatever you want. I will give you whatever you need. We’re perfect together.”
“But how do you know?”
“Because you are the only reason why I want to wake up. Because of that, I will always protect you. I will never hurt you.”
Tears fell from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. A few dropped to the high swell of my breasts.
“Don’t cry, my love.” He kissed at the stream of tears, dipped his head, and licked the drops near my cleavage.
Shivering in lust, I arched toward him.
“I don’t ever want to make you cry.” He snatched the top of the leotard down, exposing my breasts. They spilled out for him. Nipples hard and ready to be sucked.
But he didn’t lick them. Instead he studied those nipples, caressing my bare skin and weighting the fullness of my breasts. His breathing shifted to harsh and erratic. He moved his hand to one nipple and flicked the tip. Pleasure fluttered at the sensitive point. A jolt of desire pushed through me.
He leaned in and sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“Oh!’ I cried out, unable to stay quiet.
My body had been his body after all. I’d just been taking care of it. Hadn’t he owned it days ago? Laid claim to it? Hadn’t he put his name all over my pussy? All over every inch of my body?
He leaned back.
I almost begged him to return.
“I only have a few minutes with you. Right? That is what I promised you, when I walked in here.”
You sly devil.
I barely caught my breath.
He dropped to his knees. “But can I take my time?”
My thighs shook in anticipation. “When you’re on your knees like that, you know damn well you can take all the time you need.”
A wicked grin covered his face. “I only want to respect your need for space.”
“Come back up here and fuck me.”
“I told you I would taste you.” He yanked at the leotard’s crotch, unsnapped it, and shoved the material up my waist. “No one said anything about fucking you.”
“You said your cock would be all over me.”
He wagged his finger. “I wish, but do we have the time? I must respect your space.”
“Stop being evil.”
“I will show you evil, Ava.” He snatched at my tights in one strong movement, tore the thin material away, and then ripped my panties. “I woke up and I was not deep inside of you. That is a discussion my tongue wants to have with your pussy.”
My thighs shivered.
Misha made a mess of me. Horny and hot, I sat on my vanity table. The top half of my leotard had been pulled down. The bottom half ripped. Tights and panties shredded. Shoes ready to fall off. I was exposed to him.
I got wetter with each second.
He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and then did the same to the other. My flats fell to the floor. He blew against my bare pussy.
I stirred.
“Is this still mine?” He lapped at my clit.
I trembled in pleasure. “Yes.”
“You can be honest.” He licked my throbbing bud and stopped. “I’ll accept the truth.”
“It’s yours.”
“Hmmm.” He buried his face between my thighs, feasting on every area of my wet, exposed softness—my aching folds, my sensitive clit.
My head fell back in a gasp.
Driving me crazy, he licked and lapped. Dipped and filled my pussy with his tongue. Rubbing the wet tip over the greedy entrance. Taunting. Teasing. Tongue twisting into my pussy. Those wet caresses addicted me.
Moaning, I leaned back against the mirror and inhaled sharply. The cold glass smoothed against my skin while liquid heat shot through me.
I grabbed at his soft hair.
With both hands, he gripped my ass and wrenched my pussy closer to him. There would be no escape from his tongue. No question of who it belonged to.
With no shame, I rocked into heaven.
Lusty heat pulsed through my body.
Wild. Primal. He sucked on my clit like a hedonistic beast and feasted with untamed intensity. I was helpless. All his. So nasty, he could eat my pussy forever, and I wouldn’t get enough.
I was lost in him.
His mouth.
That warm tongue.
The heat of his breath brushing against my clit.
The silky slip of his hair against my thighs.