We hadn’t had sex since Key West, and I was more than hungry for him. Especially, since I wasn’t tired or hungry right now. I had a feeling this was probably how it would feel after the babies were born, stealing moments here and there. And I was game.
Maybe thirty seconds later, we were naked and Daniil was on top of me. I could tell he was trying to keep his weight off me from below, but his chest was smashing my sensitive, swollen breasts, making me arch into him before his mouth even met mine. He groaned as our lips touched, and it happened…the fireworks. And I went a little wild. I wasn’t sure if it was the hormones taking over, but within a minute, Daniil had my hands above my head after I scratched his back too hard.
“Easy,” he murmured, kissing my neck. “The doctor said it has to be gentle. And I won’t be gentle with you doing that.”
I whimpered, arching under him, rubbing against him. I wanted him now.
He sucked hard on my throat, and I knew he was giving me a damn hickey, but I groaned, pushing into him, wanting more. He yanked my arms over my head, holding both of my wrists with one hand, and cupped one of my breasts even as he sucked. He was so damn gentle that I moaned, “Harder. It doesn’t hurt.”
And he squeezed firmer, both of us groaning.
Starting to wrap my legs around his waist, I tugged on my arms. I wanted to touch him. He growled, “Behave, my sweet, or I’ll tie you up.”
“Have you ever done that before?” That made me think of that phone call.
“I’ve done many things before,” he moaned, grinding his hard cock against my core.
Instantly, I asked, “What about the wax thing? And choking?” I needed to know what I was dealing with here.
He lifted his head, his hair hanging around his face, his eyes practically pitch black. “Never to a woman. And never for pleasure.”
My lips pinched as I watched him move down my body, watching me. Slowly, he bent his head, opened his perfect mouth, and gently bit down on my puckered nipple, eyes on me. I sucked in a harsh breath and automatically arched, needing it harder, but I managed to say, “Well, at least you didn’t lie to my mom.”
Daniil grinned around my nipple before lowering his eyes and sucking my breast into his mouth with just enough pressure to have me crying out his name. He continued while trailing his finger down my stomach, twirling circles around my belly button, making my stomach flutter and my hips rise of their own accord. He rested his hand on my lower stomach for a moment before letting it lower between my thighs.
Lifting his head from my well-loved breast, he watched me as he slid his finger between my folds, and his eyes hooded when he hit how wet I was. I really started panting and moaning as he coated his finger and started circling my clit slowly, then faster and faster. Not to be outdone, even as I rocked my hips against his talented fingers, I gripped his cock and immediately started stroking him as quickly as he was me.
Breath rushed past his lips against mine from where he hovered over me, and he groaned, instantly rocking his hips. He was so damn big it was hard to do, and as much as I loved what he was doing to me, I wanted him in my mouth. Quickly, I unhooked my legs from his waist, carefully placing them between his, and slid down the bed.
“Beth, what are you…” and he never finished his confused, surprised question, except to gasp as I opened my mouth and took him in. “Oh, shit! Fuck yes, my sweet.” He reached down with one hand and grabbed the back of my head, gripping my hair as he started thrusting into my mouth, a little farther each time until he was groaning and bumping the back of my throat. “More, Beth. Please, more.”
I smiled around him, my lips completely stretched, totally understanding what I had only just discovered that night in the club, and grabbed his ass, pulling him down further. And I liked that he was begging. Please will get him a long way in bed.
And I swallowed. He shouted, his whole body quivering over me. My gag reflex surged, and I quickly swallowed again, pulling him more, knowing he wanted this. Once I got past that initial puke point—which was a definite possibility—it was fucking good. He tasted good. He smelled good. And he felt good.
I groaned, repeatedly swallowing as he thrust very gently into my throat, yelling my name out. His hand fisted in my hair, and he groaned low, “Just a little more, my sweet.” He panted. “Please.”
I hummed at him in agreement and swallowed again when he thrust. My lips hit the base of him. He shouted and started shaking over me, a string of Russian flying past his lips as I kept swallowing and let my fingers run over his hard ass…right to his anus. One of my previous boyfriends loved this, and I started gently playing with him.
He jerked, and stilled, “Beth?” He sounded hesitant and unsure. A great many things must not have included anal play.
I hummed and pressed a little harder on his tiny hole. And then swallowed again, right as I pressed the tip of my finger inside him. He shook so damn hard over me that I thought he was having a convulsion until I heard him mutter, “Jesus Christ. Fuck… That feels great.”
I nodded as much as I could, and as he started thrusting gently, I pressed in farther, and he shouted so damn loud, I thought my eardrums would rupture.
I licked him hard and sucked, pressing my finger inside his ass…just so…hoping I remembered how to do this right.
Daniil gasped and slammed his hips harder down into my mouth, and he groaned, “Fuck…gonna…gonna…Beth!”He shuddered, and I repeatedly swallowed as suddenly his body really did convulse over me, his hot cum shooting down my throat, his hand brutal on the back of my head. I pressed just a little harder inside his ass. He jerked, shouting in pleasure again.
I swallowed all he gave me…and then I needed to breathe as his body started going limp over me, falling. I slapped his thigh lightly, and he groaned low and sated but pulled his hips back, his now semi-hard sliding from my throat and out of my mouth. He rolled onto his back and stayed there, his eyes closed and his breathing labored. Grinning at him, I started kissing his thigh where my head lay and rolling so I could kiss his slightly perspiring stomach, dipping my tongue into his navel and tasting him. God, he tasted great.
He jerked under my ministrations and his eyes slowly opened. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“I’ve done a great many things,” I murmured deeply, mimicking him and smiling up at him, and his sated expression. “You like?”
He nodded, licking his lips. “Yeah. I like.” He groaned in contentment, and then a tiny smile lifted his lips. “Do you want to know what I know how to do?”
I nodded, rubbing my nose against his nipple, feeling it harden.
