He stared, his eyebrows furrowing. “I’m not used to having to work around a woman’s schedule.” When I only started soaping up because there was nothing I could do about that, he rolled his shoulders, and muttered, “Not exactly what I was expecting.”
I shrugged. “I work. I like what I do. I have deadlines that have to be met.” He grabbed the shampoo, still miffed with a clenched jaw, obviously not appreciating a woman of my generation’s mindset. As we altered positions for him to be under the spray, I asked, “Is this a deal breaker?” If he seriously had a problem with me saying we had to hurry because of my job, then this would not work.
Silent and dark, he tilted his head back, apparently undecided; his body was beautifully displayed as he washed his hair; the water streamed down his pecs and rippled stomach down to…I licked my lips. God, his cock was beautiful. I stared.
I reacted without even thinking, dropping the soap and lowering to my knees.
I grabbed his cock and immediately wrapped my lips around the crown, sucking.
Oh, God, he was huge and tasted fucking fantastic.
He shouted deep, jarring, and the movement pressed his cock further into my mouth. I moaned, opening my mouth wider and taking more of him in. His hands instantly fisted in my curls, and he groaned long as he pulled back, and then thrust even farther into my mouth.
It was divine.
I licked under his head, and he jerked, holding my head more firmly as I slowly loved his cock, hearing him moan, and then shout when I grabbed his balls, massaging them gently.
He panted, “Take more of me.”
I hummed, and opened my eyes, staring up at him as I took him as far as I could. He was so massive; my lips did not even reach where my hand was at the base. He stared down and me, and licked his bottom lip, and slowly started thrusting. “Can you take more?”
My eyebrows snapped together. He was bumping my throat as it was.
His dilated dark eyes darted to mine, and then back to what I was doing, and he quickly nodded. “We’ll work on that.” What? “Faster, my sweet.”
The term of endearment shocked me, especially because I could understand, his accent thickening. Moaning in pleasure, I sucked hard. He groaned as I pulled back then started running my mouth and tongue up and down his cock faster. His cock was so silky soft on top of all that hardness that I loved the feel of him thrusting into my mouth.
As I began to move faster, I gripped his cock more firmly.
He shouted in Russian, his grip on my hair almost painful as he drove into my mouth once more before jerking back, taking his cock completely out of my mouth. I almost fell against him, not expecting the quick movement, but I was suddenly lifted into his arms.
I yelped, holding him tight around the shoulders.
His mouth was suddenly against mine, eating hungrily at my lips. “Open for me.”
I did, his tongue meeting mine.
He stepped out of the shower, holding me tightly and keeping our lips connected. He grabbed his shorts from the counter, mumbling against my lips, “Condom this time.”
I stared in silent demand to hurry, biting his bottom lip and tugging.
He growled, and held me as he stalked to the bed. We landed as we had before, sans Ember this time, and he instantly grabbed my knees and spread them wide. He ground his cock against my core, both of us groaning before he lifted, and his head went between my legs, muttering, “You want fast. I’ll give you fast.”
I sucked in a breath, and screamed when he slid two fingers into my core that was already wet from sucking him, and his tongue landed on my clit, rubbing up and down. Pushing up on my hands, I lifted and watched as his pink tongue flicked over my clit repeatedly, making me shudder and dig my heels against the mattress and press against him.
His carnal eyes opened and found mine, trapping me as he slid another finger into me, pushing in further and pressing a spot that had my eyes opening wide as I shouted his name. His gaze hooded as he groaned and drove his fingers in and out more quickly, pressing each time just as he sucked and bit the tiniest bit.
My mind was close to igniting in pleasured chaos, and I grabbed a handful of his hair and ground against his talented mouth. My head fell back as I screamed, his attentions stretching me full, also knowing he needed to do this for his cock to fit without it hurting.
“Press…” I panted. “Press again. Do what…you did before.”
Oh, he did.
My lower gut already warmed and tightening, the added stimulation was all it took. The throbbing heat curled out and exploded, rushing through me as I jerked against him; my body arched as my mouth opened in a silent scream. My walls contracted, and my body and mind went to heaven on blissful passion, riding waves of intense euphoria.
His mouth went to my core, and he licked and sucked, moaning as I came in his mouth. He lifted before I was completely done, and I heard the sound of the condom wrapper as I fell back onto the bed, my mind still floating and my body shaking.
I was just starting to come down when I felt his fingers spread me, and his cock placed at my core, suddenly driving into me. I arched, shouting as he gripped my hips and pushed farther, my lowering climax stalling. He tilted his hips as my breath caught, and he thrust in hard, pressing right where he had before. He shouted as I screamed and grabbed his biceps. He started with quick, short thrusts, rubbing the head of his cock against that spot.
I shuddered, and fire shot through me again even though I was stretched so full it was painful. The pleasured pain rocked me, and I whimpered as I came again, my mind back in a fog of paradise. He groaned as my walls gripped him, and he pulled back slamming all the way in.
I choked as he dropped over me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head, his hips pulling back and driving forward with a force that had me opening my legs wide around his hips, all on pure instinct as I floated, wanting more of him.
He kissed my lips gently even as he thrust into me so hard I knew I was going to be walking bowlegged tomorrow. Slowly, I came down, my breath gone, but I kissed him back, feeling him grin against my lips as he murmured, “It is as good as I remember.” Then his tongue was inside my mouth, and I tasted myself on him as our tongues coiled around each other, his wet hair brushing my cheeks, covering us in darkness.
Groaning into my mouth and thrusting faster, he reached down and held one of my breasts, squeezing gently and groaning even louder. He felt so damn perfect as he slid in and out of me, and I grabbed the back of his neck with my free hand, sliding my fingers up into his satiny soft hair, holding his mouth against mine.