A low moan falls from my throat, and my hips rock up against his, finding him already hard and thick against my core. My fingers helplessly search for the hem of his shirt, my mouth still captured in his.
“Needy little thing,” he chuckles against my lips in that low voice of his, only increasing my arousal. Thankfully, he helps me pull his t-shirt off his body, revealing planes of hardened, muscular skin. Each beautiful inch is covered in intricate ink, and if I were feeling less desperate, I’d take the time to run my tongue over every damn line. Instead, I greedily run my hands over the hard outlines of his chest, rocking myself into him with another sigh.
His wandering fingers start pulling at my shirt as well, and I relish the groan that rumbles out of him when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. My hem drags up my ribs at a torturous pace before the garment joins his on the floor.
Then his mouth is trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck and over the swell of my breasts, causing my head to fall back in bliss. His mouth finds my nipple, sucking and biting until I’m a squirming, aching mess in his lap, begging for him to put me out of my misery.
“Please,” I moan out, digging my fingers into the soft strands of his hair.
“Please what, baby?” He says, trailing more kisses down my ribcage.
“More. I want more,” I whisper, pulling his lips back up to my mouth with my grip on his hair. He laughs at the action, obeying my request and returning his attention to my swollen lips.
Then he suddenly lifts me up into the air, tongue still moving languidly against mine as he walks us to his bedroom. My hands are everywhere; his hair, his arms, his back. I can’t make up my mind on what I want to touch most.
He lays me onto the bed gently, purposely avoiding any pressure on my injured arm. The subtle gesture makes my heart swim.
I reach up with my good arm and pull his lips back down to mine. He collapses down with zero resistance, slipping his skilled tongue back between my lips. My next breath comes out as a high-pitched moan.
This time, when he traces soft wet kisses down my throat, he continues his descent, licking and biting across my breasts and down my ribs. His massive hands spread across my waist, holding me down while I squirm and gasp.
“You are so perfect, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, before spreading his teeth in another soft bite below my ribs that has my back arching up into his hands. “Beautiful.”
The wet trail of his tongue crosses my stomach lower and lower, until I can feel his fingers sliding under the band of my shorts and panties and dragging them down my legs. Only when I’m completely bare do I feel the first glide of his soft tongue through my slit.
“Fuck,” I moan, fingers seeking out the strands of his hair once more. My legs try to snap closed around his head, but his hands are already gripping my upper thighs, dragging them back open.
After completing a thorough exploration of licking and sucking that drives me crazy, his tongue slips back where I need him most, one hand releasing my thigh to rub a slow circle on my clit. I gasp, my entire body tensing with pleasure.
“Fuck, Menace. I’m never letting you leave again. You’re mine, now,” he says against my folds, before restarting his ministrations and setting a brutal pace.
“I can’t?—”
“Yes you can, baby. Take your time, come for me.”
His tongue dives deeper, fingers increasing speed. The sensation is so much that I forget to breathe, but he doesn’t let up, making my entire body short-circuit in his hands. This time, when my thighs close around his head, he doesn’t pull them back apart. I chase the high, feeling wave after wave until I finally collapse back into his soft sheets. Sweat trails across my chest as he slows to a gentle lick, lifting his head to look at me.
“More?” He asks, reaching for the clasp of his belt.
“Yes. I need you.” I gasp out, my need resurfacing. The words seem to set Mikhail’s restraint on fire, and he rushes to kick off his own pants and climbs onto my body from the end of the bed. Reaching my handdown, I can feel him against me, hot and swollen, a bead of precum dripping from the tip.
I wrap my hand around his cock, rubbing the seeping head through my slick folds. Then his mouth dives into mine, running my own taste onto my tongue.
“Fuck,baby.You’re trying to kill me.”
“I’m on the pill,” I rush out to say, realizing I didn’t even think about a condom.
“I’m clean,” he says, pressing his lips to mine like he can’t bear keeping them away.
“Me too,” I gasp out, rubbing him against my heat again. “Fuck, I need to feel you inside me,” I gasp out, trying to line him up.
“I’ll take care of you, love,” he says, notching himself into me and sliding in, so fucking slowly. My eyes roll back into my skull.
“I’m going to enjoy makingeveryfucking part of you mine.”
He continues to slide in. I whimper, the stretch of him causing my walls to sting with pressure. Once he’s finally fully seated inside me, I hiss out a breath, trying to acclimate to the insanely full feeling.
“You okay, Menace?” He asks, rubbing his nose gently against mine as he holds still inside me, letting me adjust. I nod, experimentally rolling my hips. The action has us both groaning in tandem.
