Our mouths met again in a fiery kiss, rough and searching. Then he broke free and shoved his body further down mine, grabbing the waistband of my yoga pants with his teeth.
I shimmied upwards as he tugged them down around my hips. Still sweaty, they clung to my legs, and he muttered a few choice swear words as he gave up using his teeth and grabbed each side in one of his big hands. They were off, thrown across a weight bench three feet away.
His eyes honed in on my panties as he grabbed my legs and pushed them wide. I gasped at the intensity there, and gasped again when he plunged his face between my thighs and tore them away with his teeth.
“You really are a beast,” I said.
“Shall I stop?” he asked, his mouth hot against my flesh. He chuckled when I violently shook my head.
This was happening. I couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t stop it. There was no power on earth that would have made me stop pulling and pushing on his hair as he moved closer and closer…
I cried out at the first swipe of his tongue against my swollen nub. He made a rumbling noise that vibrated against me. I pushed my hips up, pressing my wet heat against his mouth.
The overhead lights blurred out of focus, the ceiling moldings wavered like they were made of water instead of wood. He licked me up, down, around, and around. The feelingsoverwhelmed me. I wanted more, but at the same time, it was too much. And at the same time as that, it wasn’t enough. I flopped like a landed fish under the onslaught of his tongue.
He finally grabbed my hips, holding me in place, working my body until it seemed like something would burst. And then it did. The grandest fireworks display paled in comparison. There was no surprise on earth that would have made me gasp with more force. I melted into the mat, my hands falling from his hair, my arms overcooked and limp at my sides.
I panted, staring unseeing at the ceiling as the last waves of pure pleasure washed over me. The dreams sure didn’t prepare me for this.
“Oh my God,” I finally managed to say when Gavril rested his chin on the top of my thigh.
Lifting my heavy head to look down at him, he looked as shellshocked as I felt, but still gave me a wicked grin when our eyes met.
“But wait, there’s more,” he said.
I laughed, reaching for his shoulders to pull him back up to me. I was still laughing as his mouth met mine and his fingers tangled in my hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, rising up to slide his hands down over my shoulders.
He gripped my waist, shaking his head in admiration—almost awe. To have a man like Gavril look at me that way made me feel even tinier than I was, but also as strong as an Amazon.
“So damn beautiful,” he said again, his hands moving lower.
My eyes followed, resting on the heavy bulge straining against his workout pants. The white tank top was rumpled, butstill clung to his hard pecs and flat abs. I tugged at it, whining like a child who was denied candy.
He laughed and flung it off, his hands moving down my body again as I feasted my eyes. Every inch of him was chiseled and carved of smooth, bronzed skin and hard muscle. I traced the lines of his abs with my fingers, working up the nerve to move lower where that thick rod pulsed beneath his pants.
I squeaked when his fingers slid inside me, and my eyes shot to his. He looked down, watching as he moved his fingers in and out, biting his lower lip in concentration or restraint.
I didn’t want him to have restraint. I grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged, slipping my hand inside. I wrapped my fingers around the hot, smooth shaft, groaning when I felt it jump in my hand, slippery and wet at the tip.
It was huge. My heart rate kicked up a notch, and I froze, my hand still in place. He looked up from teasing me with his fingers and caught my eyes. My gaze flicked down to the real beast in the room, the giant cock in my hand.
“I will fit perfectly,” he promised, leaning down to kiss me.
I believed him, mostly because he was driving me to the brink of that delightful madness again. Teasing and toying with me, making me squirm underneath him. His lips and fingers worked magic that made all my fears disappear.
“Hurry,” I told him for the second time. “Please, hurry.”
He looked exactly the way he looked after one of my movie picks, and he was about to start arguing. I tightened my grip and moved my hand slowly up and down, reveling in the way his eyes turned fiery. The fight was going out of him.
“Right now,” I said, my breath coming in harsh pants. “Right now, Gavril.”
I never commanded anyone in my life. But it worked. Or what I was doing with my hand worked.
He grabbed my hips and yanked me close. I locked my legs around him, moaning at the first pressure as he pushed slowly inside me. A feral noise escaped his lips. He was doing everything in his power to keep his promise.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I breathed, sliding my hands up his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not. At. All.”
