I pull him down, so I can kiss him, expecting to feel sharp teeth, but I don't.His mouth is human-shaped when it meets mine.I lose myself in the sensation of his tongue caressing mine, low moans escape me, and I do nothing to halt them.
Minutes go by while we kiss and gently rock against each other, the need inside is growing sharper and sharper.
"Boris."It's nothing more than a whisper, but he flies off me and pulls me to my feet.
"Bedroom."
I lead the way, nerves gathering in a ball around my solar plexus, but then he's there, hugging me from behind and making love to my neck with wet kisses and nips.
"Fuck, you smell good."He inhales deeply only to groan.
The moment I close the door behind us, his hands are all over me, tugging and pulling at my clothes, and soon I stand naked before him.
He hasn't removed a single item of clothing.I flush and make a motion to shield myself, but he bats my hands away before stepping close and running his big, warm palms over me.A growl vibrates against my skin as he drops to his knees in front of me.Hands caress my thighs up toward my throbbing cock.I let out a shuddering breath as he leans closer.
The tip of his tongue tickles the base of my erection before swiping up the entire length.When he wraps his lips around the tip, I whimper.Then he takes me inside, swallowing more and more of me, and I have to lock my knees.
Fuck.The warm, wet heat is enough for goosebumps to wash over me, and I gently rock into Boris' mouth.He hums.
"Gah."I tilt my face toward the ceiling and bury my fingers in his hair.He bobs his head, and I curl my toes as if it would make me feel more balanced.
When he teases my frenulum with his tongue, everything is slick and tingly.I look down at him.His eyes are glowing.Without breaking eye contact, he takes me deep again, and I groan.Fuck.Heat pools in my balls, and I rock my hips without meaning to.
"Boris."I keep thrusting, quickly sliding down a slippery slope toward release.I'm not sure I want to yet, but I can't stop myself from thrusting.
"I'll come if we keep this up."My hold on his hair tightens, and I growl as he swallows around me.
Then he's gone.I whimper in disappointment, but he's in the middle of undressing, and the breath freezes in my lungs when he removes his shirt.
I knew he was fit, but damn.I don't think I've ever had a lover with six-pack abs and it has me looking down at myself.I'm a forty-two-year-old man who hasn't worked out a single time for the last seven years.
Shit.
"Hey."Strong, tattooed arms wrap around me.Full sleeves melting into the ink he has over his chest--moonlit forests and howling wolves."We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
I look at him.He's shirtless, and his jeans are undone, hanging low on his hips.His erection is straining against black underwear."I didn't mean to go so fast."He tightens his hold on me."We'll slow down, yeah?"He kisses along my jaw, then he looks into my eyes."What do you want?Me on my knees?"He grins.
"Eh..."
A crease forms between his brows."Simon?Talk to me."
"You're...eh...fit."
A perplexed expression takes over his face."What?"
I blush because, damn, do I know how to destroy the mood."You're...and I'm...eh..."Eloquent as ever.
Boris purses his lips."I'd love to agree, but I'm not sure what we're talking about."
Shaking my head, I look away.
"Honey?What's the problem?"
I make an annoyed sound, but I'm annoyed with myself, not him."You look like a fucking god."
"Thank you?"He kisses my cheek, trailing them toward my ear."You smell so fucking good, I want to eat you.You feel so good in my arms, I don't think I'll ever let you leave this room.I'm close to coming simply from tasting you, I think I'll give up eating and have you for every meal."He nips at my earlobe, harder than he ever has before.It leaves a sting, and I yelp.He sucks it into his mouth and runs his tongue over the poor, abused flesh, then he speaks so low I almost can't hear him despite him being right next to my ear."Shifter metabolism.I do very little to look like this, and I care even less, okay?"
I nod.
