“I love you, Lion Goddess,” Kirill's deep voice had even more bass in the hollow closeness of the cave.
“I love you too, Lion God.”
Kirill grinned, and the pale sunlight that filtered through the waterfall illuminated him briefly. But then he was drawing away to light the lanterns we kept there. I went past him, to the mattress, and shook out the blankets, then tossed them aside. The soft glow of little flames soon illuminated our love nest, and I looked around with a feeling of deep contentment. We'd added things over the years—a trunk of extra clothes, a table and chairs, a chess set, a small sound system, and jugs of water. I thought about putting on some music, but the sound of the waterfall was so beautiful that I decided against it.
“My turn.” I waved at the mattress.
Kirill grinned wickedly as he wound his hair into a rope. He laid down on the bed, tossing his hair out of the way, and settled his head on the pillow. “I am at your mercy, Tima.”
I laughed as I straddled him. “Mercy, eh? I don't know about that.”
I bent over to kiss him at last, my hair falling around us. Kirill reached up to gather handfuls of it and use them to pull me closer, maneuvering my head to suit him. The first touch of his tongue sent lightning bolts of pleasure down my spine to ignite a fire below. I groaned and rubbed against his hard body, splitting myself on his sex. This in turn caused Kirill to groan and lift his hips to increase that beautiful pressure.
Swinging my hair back, I sat up and, holding his deep-ocean stare, undulated over him, drawing out the pleasure. Kirill's lips parted, his groans becoming growls, and his hands went to my hips. I took them and lifted them to my breasts instead, then grinned when his whole body jerked in response.
Holding him down with my thighs I asked, “My turn, remember?”
“Mine barely lasted a minute,” he protested as he kneaded my breasts and rubbed my nipples.
“Not my fault.” I rolled my hips.
“You're trying to kill me.” Kirill tossed his head on the pillow as if in pain. “Put me inside you.”
“Nope.”
I leaned forward and kissed him, taking my time to enjoy every nuance of our lips and tongues meeting. Of the way his heart pounded beneath my hands and his hands moved down my sides to grip my ass. I ground against Kirill, spreading my desire over his length, revving us up until we were both trembling in need.
“Vervain,” Kirill groaned.
“Not yet.” I pushed his hands away and crawled up his body.
Kirill's eyes widened as I straddled his face, then a grin spread over his lips. “As my Tima desires.”
His hands went to my ass and his mouth opened as I lowered myself onto him. Those amazing eyes, like deep-ocean water, stared up at me as his strong tongue began to weave its magic, lapping and flicking. Then he sucked at me, pulling my sensitive flesh into his mouth.
Whole body shaking, I threw my head back and screamed.
Kirill growled against my flesh, his hands sliding to my thighs to pull me down. My legs gave out, and I dropped onto his chest. I became nothing more than a sack of shaking nerve endings, singing the song he played on me. Screaming, twitching, coming in what felt like an endless loop, I climaxed atop the Lion God, not caring one bit what I looked like.
After I came down from my orgasm, Kirill's hands slid up my back and he sat up. Supporting my weight while he moved forward, he rolled us into a reversed position, with me on the bottom. My legs fell open limply, and he lifted his head to grin at me with wet lips.
“My turn,” Kirill said, voice rough with desire.
Cock in hand, the Lion God moved into place. As wet as I was, he entered in one motion, then paused as we both groaned through the pleasure. That wealth of hair fell over me as Kirill began to thrust, sending the straight, ebony lengths into undulating waves. The slap of that silken mass became another layer of pleasure, but the feeling of him moving inside me overpowered everything else. That slick fullness. The way his tip hit spots inside me that sent electric jolts straight to my nipples. How his pelvis tapped my most sensitive spot with every thrust. My hands went to his broad shoulders, then trailed down his chest to trace the lines of his muscles. Sometimes, I couldn't believe I got to touch all of that. Kirill threw back his head, pressing into my hands as he drove his flesh into mine. My fingertips found his nipples and swirled around them before giving them both a gentle pinch.
Kirill bent forward to say, “I needed zis. I needed to be alone vith you. Feel all of your attention on me.”
“I needed you too. There's nothing like this.”
“Just you and me.”
“God and Goddess of Lions.”
“Bodies joined.”
“And hearts.”
Kirill slowed his pace to lean down and kiss me. “You make me so happy, Vervain. More happy zan I ever zought I could be.”
