But suddenly, I’m aching to find out what it would feel like to have Miko inside me.
I haven’t forgotten just how thick and long he looked in the shower, and a sliver of anxiety trickles into my veins at the thought of having all nine inches of him thrusting relentlessly into my body.
But if he can make me feel as good as he has with his mouth and fingers, maybe sex with Miko won’t be so horrible.
And I want to find out.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Miko slowly draws his fingers out of my hot center, flicking them tantalizingly across my clit before he brings them to his mouth.
He licks them clean of the glistening juices. Christ, no man has a right to look so sexy.
His blue eyes crackle with an electric heat that makes my pulse race.
His full lips, framed by perfectly trimmed dark stubble, curve into a cocky smirk, and he leans in to nip my lower lip, tugging it from between my teeth.
I hadn’t even realized I was biting it, but I have to admit—I like it a lot more when he does.
Then he rocks back on his heels to hook his thumbs inside the waist of his boxers.
Despite my curiosity to know what it will feel like, a spike of fear lances my chest as he pushes the last stitch of clothing down his thighs, revealing his impressive cock once again.
It’s even larger now that it’s fully erect, and a bead of precum glistens on his tip, inviting me to lick it like an ice cream cone.
I know from my time married to Pyotr that if I take him in my mouth right now, he’ll most likely be content to come down my throat instead.
If this were Pyotr, I would jump at the opportunity to get this over with.
He was never gentle with me, and a sore throat was far more tolerable than the anxiety that followed after he finished inside me.
I couldn’t stand the idea of bringing a child into this world, not with a father like him.
An involuntary shudder rushes through me at the thought, and I push the emotion down, burying it deep so it won’t ruin the moment.
It can’t for long. Because this hunger Miko has awakened in me burns beneath my skin, leaving me feeling uncharacteristically reckless.
And the sight of him, naked, chiseled, and utterly perfect, is enough to drive me to distraction.
Every inch of him is solid, masculine strength, from his broad shoulders and muscular chest to his washboard abs that taper to a trim waist.
Two deep lines form a V that points straight to the source of his masculinity, and my mouth goes dry as he grasps the base of it with one strong hand and strokes the silky tip between my folds.
“You ready for me,topolina?” he rasps, even his voice deep and manly.
Sure that it will come out a squeak if I try to talk, all I do is nod, swallowing hard as my heart races. Miko leans in once more, bracing on one forearm as he positions his swollen tip at my wet entrance.
Adrenaline surges through my veins like cold coffee. I’ve never felt more awake, and suddenly, I’m terrified that his ability to light up all my nerve endings might only make this more painful.
Tonight, I don’t think I can hide away and pretend it isn’t happening. I’m going to feel everything.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it,” he purrs against the shell of my ear, his warm breath tickling across my skin.
It makes my nipples pucker, and my core clenches, twitching against his silken cockhead.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, shocking myself.
Miko seals his lips to mine in a searing kiss, and then he presses inside of me, slowly, inch by inch. A gasp rushes from me as tingling electricity crackles up my spine.
Holy hell, he’s big.
