She nodded. Andrii shook his head. “Say it. I need to hear just what you want.”
He knew forcing her to tell him what she wanted would up the anticipation. He’d noticed from the beginning of their relationship that she responded to rough language and even cruder suggestions.
“I’m very hungry for your cock,” she admitted in a low voice. The moment she did, her entire body took on a rosy glow.
“Where do you want my cock?” He kneaded her breasts and tugged and rolled her nipples. At first, he was very gentle but began to slowly increase the pressure of his play.
“In my mouth.”
He loved the expression on her face—a shy look mixed with a darker lust. He could see her pussy gleaming at him, droplets of liquid caught in the fiery tangle of curls at the junction between her legs. She was responding to the rougher play, a good thing when rough was often his preference.
“What do you want in your mouth, baby? You didn’t say.”
Deliberately, he shoved down his jeans, standing close so that his straining cock was just out of her reach. Immediately, her gaze locked on to the prize. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her breathing turned ragged, and her nipples tightened even more, so erect they appeared to be two stiff little candlewicks waiting for him to ignite them.Bog, but he found her beautiful.
“I’d like your cock in my mouth, please, Andrii.”
Her voice was breathy, a thread of sound, but it managed to vibrate through his body, pushing him into a brutal need. The broad head wept pearl droplets. Fisting the thick shaft, he smeared the drops over her lips. Her lips were soft. Shelooked sexy lying on the bed, eyes on his cock, waiting for his instructions. He didn’t want to disappoint her.
“I want you to slide your hands down your body. Feel your breasts, tug on your nipples. Don’t be gentle.” He watched her obey him, her small hands following the path he enjoyed. The sight made his cock jerk and pulse. More droplets welled up. “Lick the head of my cock while you’re giving yourself pleasure. Just lick up the drops.”
Her tongue felt like a living flame, branding him. He couldn’t decide which was sexier, watching her hands kneading her breasts, fingers tugging on her nipples, or that hot little tongue sliding over the head of his cock, sending streaks of lightning through his shaft and balls. He might not survive. It was important to him that she felt the same way.
“Slide your hands down to your pussy, Zelie. Bury your fingers deep. I want you getting yourself off.” His voice was that smooth velvet he used to compel her, but he knew he was on the verge of losing control. He wasn’t going to last long if she had her mouth around him.
It was her gift. The need to give to him. The trusting look she gave him. Or the near adoration when he didn’t deserve it. She wanted this for him—not for herself. The excitement and trepidation mixing together only added fuel to the fire burning in him.
***
Azelie glanced up at Andrii’s face and her breath caught in her lungs. He was partially in the shadows, but his features were carved with stark sensuality. He looked like sin incarnate. Beautiful, like a long-lost warrior claiming his victory. His eyes were hot silver crystals moving possessively over her body as if she belonged solely to him. And she did. She knew there would never be another man for her.
Her skin under her fingertips felt soft and wholly feminine. Everywhere she touched herself, she left behind the feeling of flames dancing over her, licking at every nerve ending.
“Fingers in your pussy, baby. Need to see you giving yourself pleasure.”
“It’s distracting.” Her voice was husky. Not her own. “I want this for you.”
“Follow my instructions,Solnyshkuh. I’m in control here, not you. This is what I want. Trust me to know what you need to do.”
The crown of his erection felt like hot satin as he rubbed it over her parted lips. The taste of him was exquisite, salty, but not at all bitter. She wanted his cock. She wanted to give him something back for all the things he’d given her. It felt strange to her to be the taker, not the giver, and this was something important that she knew if she learned, she could always give him when he was having a difficult time.
Her fingers moved almost of their own volition, finding the small bundle of nerves Andrii was so good at locating and driving her insane with. Every movement sent more heat spiraling through her. No matter how tight that coil in her stomach wound, her entire focus was on Andrii. She kept her gaze fixed on his. Every line in his face was carved deep with lust—for her. That realization sent waves of happiness and satisfaction rushing through her.
“Open your mouth,lyubeemaya.”
Just the way he gave the command, his eyes going to that piercing steel, his breath coming in raw heaves, sent more flames licking over her. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and slowly parted them. Her heart pounded. Her sex clenched around her fingers in sudden fiery excitement. He slid the broad crown along her tongue, letting her taste the unique salty flavor that was wholly his.
She had never wanted to do something right as much as she wanted this for him. Andrii had given her pleasure beyond her imagination. He made her feel beautiful and sexy. He made her feel as if she was truly someone special. She wanted to give him back that same feeling. The trouble was, she had no idea what she was doing. Even now, it felt as if he was giving her more pleasure than she was giving him.
Her body was on fire, her hips rocking with each stroke of her fingers. She tried to tell him with her eyes that she needed to focus her entire attention on him. Very gently he caught her jaw, slipping his cock deeper into the hot haven of her mouth. He wasn’t very far in, but he took up so much space she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. But there was a look on his face she’d never seen before, and she relaxed, needing his expression to never change.
One of his hands went to her head, fingers fisting tightly in her hair so that her scalp ached. A growl escaped his throat. Excitement and joy burst through her. His control was slipping. She wanted him to keep giving her commands. The sound of his voice was mesmerizing to her.
“I love to see how wet your pussy is, Zelie. Knowing you’re getting off on this makes the experience even better for me.”
His skin was hot to the touch. She could smell his arousal and his primitive, wild scent. She found his taste addicting. The idea that she might be able to please him the way he brought pleasure to her would go a long way to making her feel she was on equal ground with him in their relationship. For her, it wasn’t about the sex. It was about giving him complete surrender. Complete focus. Needing to take away his demons in a way no one else could ever do.
“Explore with your tongue. Get to know the shape and feel of my cock. You’ll know what feels good. Don’t like teeth, but that tongue of yours is perfect. Pay attention to my balls.”
