“Try to keep them right there for me.”
“Since I’m feeling as limp as a dishrag, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, Gorya.” She gave him a tentative smile as she left her arms stretched above her head.
His heart accelerated, going wild with excitement. So close. They were so close. His cock was in a frenzy of need. He knelt up on the bed, a hand to each of her ankles. “Widen your legs for me, baby. As wide as you can and still be comfortable.”
For the first time unease crept into her eyes. He smoothed his palm up and down her slender leg. “We can stop if you’d like.” He knew he looked enormous looming over her much smaller body as she lay on the bed. “I’m not going to lie over the top of you. I want to be between your legs.” He should have explained that to her. He’d been so eager to get his tongue inside her, he hadn’t thought to go slowly enough not to scare her.
“I don’t want to stop. Will this really give you pleasure, Gorya?”
Her voice trembled, and beneath his palm he felt a shiver go through her. He bent to press a kiss to her belly button. “You have no idea how much. This is one of my biggest fantasies. Devouring you.” He lifted his head to deliberately leer at her. “The big bad wolf.”
She laughed, just as he knew she would, her body relaxing again. “Well, who am I to say no, then?” She widened her legs, giving him more room than he’d anticipated. His shoulders would definitely fit. He could wedge himself between those slender thighs and feast.
“That’s my girl.” He didn’t wait. Couldn’t. He kissed his way over her belly to those golden curls as he stretched out between her legs, one hand going under her bottom and the other dropping casually to her tummy to hold her in place.
He lifted her bottom slightly. “Put your legs over my shoulders and keep your knees open.”
She did so, legs quivering, her eyes on him, watching his every move intently. Gorya turned his head and ran his tongue from her knee to the heat emanating from her slick entrance. He felt the answering clench of the small muscles through her abdomen. Her orgasm had brought her nerve endings alive. She was focused on her body’s reaction to his smallest attention.
Very gently he nipped his way down the inside of her thigh to behind her knee, where he massaged and then continued down her calf and back up. Her nipples had grown hard, two taut peaks. The muscles beneath the hand he held on her belly clenched and unclenched. He did another slow lick up her thigh, and right before his tongue reached her slit, he flicked her clit with the flat, wet heat.
Maya keened, nearly exploding out of the bed. Above her head, her hands curled into fists, with the sheets bunched inside. She writhed, or tried to, but he held her easily. He repeated the exact same pattern on her other leg, taking his time, an unhurried, leisurely exploration driving them both a little insane.
Gorya.
What is it, baby? I’m just getting started. This is for me. I gave you yours, this is mine.
I didn’t know it would feel like this.
He pressed a kiss to her greedy little clit, thankful she was sensitive and responsive to him.We’re only getting started.
I could pass out.
If you pass out from pleasure, I’ll be okay with that.
Gorya lowered his head to the feast; he felt as if he’d been waiting a lifetime for it.
15
Mayawasn’t certain she would survive. Gorya looked like a hungry predator about to devour his prey. She should have been terrified with the way he was holding her, looking at her, so focused on her, but the reality was that the intensity made her feel wanted and loved.
He not only told her she was beautiful, he also made her feel that way. He made her feel sexy. Feminine. Special. She’d never had what he gave her. The way he looked at her now—with his eyes so intent on her, so centered, as if nothing else mattered in his universe but her—was thrilling.
She wouldn’t have moved if the ceiling was coming down on top of her. His face was carved with deep lines of lust. That should have terrified her. But she saw the love shining so starkly and unashamedly in his fierce hooded eyes. He did lust after her and she wanted him to. She wanted that look on his face, his eyes looking over her sopossessively, as if she were his last meal and he was starving.
He lowered his head to her. She felt the heat of his breath against her slick entrance. Heard his deep inhale and knew he was taking her scent deep. Every internal muscle in her sheath clenched in anticipation. There was a gush of welcoming liquid. She’d always been dry. No matter what, she hadn’t responded to anything she’d tried, such as toys or her own fingers, to coax a climax. She’d always assumed her childhood trauma had made her frigid. That assessment was entirely incorrect.
Watching him, his focused expression, seeing his need, was as much a turn-on to her as the things he was doing to her body. She braced herself for an assault. She got gentleness. That same gentle lick over her clit that his fingers had done. The petting motion. Only this was heat and moisture. A lick of flame. She felt that whisper of a touch like a twisting flood of arousal spiraling through her veins.
Gorya.She whispered his name into his mind like a prayer. With love. With adoration. He had given her so many gifts. So many firsts. She hadn’t known her body could feel this way, that she was capable of soaring so high. He was the miracle saving them, not her. Never her. He could think whatever he wanted, but she knew the truth. Gorya was her truth.
His tongue circled her clit almost lazily. Flattened. Swept up and back in a long, slow lick, savoring what he was doing. Then he was licking at her entrance, using that same gentle lapping as if he were tasting a delicacy. Savoring it. Committing it to memory. Each sweep of his tongue was a hot brand burned into her flesh. He drove the air from her lungs until she felt raw with need, and he hadn’t even gotten started.
He’d said this was for him, but she didn’t believe him. Not the way he treated her so gently. It felt like worship.His strong features were stamped with pure sensuality. Moisture glistened on his short beard and mustache. The feel of both against her sensitive feminine parts added to the fire beginning to spread through her body.
He looked like sin incarnate. The very devil. His gray eyes had gone nearly pure steel blue and were filled with such raw desire she found she couldn’t breathe. It didn’t seem to matter how terrifying he looked, how enormously strong, or how much he said this was all for him; his touch said otherwise.
Tears burned behind her eyes, dripped down the walls of her mind. A deep craving took hold of her. She wanted to be just as giving and as generous to him as he was to her. Her body felt soft and feminine. Beautiful. Burning from the inside out. Needy. More needy than even the last time he’d built her up so slowly. This was different and so much more.
