“Lie back,” he murmurs against my collarbone.
I obey without thinking, sinking into the sheets, my hair fanning out against the pillow. He kneels over me, still fully dressed while I’m nearly naked.
I can feel his gaze traveling down my body as sure as if it’s his hands. And then I feel the fire of his touch joining in, and my blood boils in rhythmic pulses in my throat, under my scalp, and along the tips of my fingers and toes.
“I have you, Bella,” he whispers, and then crushes his lips to mine until not a single molecule of oxygen is left.
I whimper, then moan, and then cry out into the kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth to coax with mine, and each slow dancing swirl leaves me wetter and wetter.
My own hands reach down, find my thighs, and pull back to open myself up to him.
When he breaks the kiss, all I can do is fight for breath.
But he offers me no respite. His teeth scrape my neck, past the sensitive spot by my collarbone, and then finally down, down, down along my sternum. Wet fire follows in its wake.
“Slava—”
“Don’t say my name like that, Bella.” He kisses my belly. “Unless you want me to stop being careful.”
I don’t know what careful means. I don’t know what any of this means. All I know is that his mouth is trailing lower, and his hands are pushing my thighs further apart. As he does, every nerve in my body screams for more.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pauses. My eyes flutter open and I feel his gaze in the dark looking up at me between my legs.
He’s waiting for my permission.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Take it. It’s yours.”
He pulls the underwear aside and then his mouth closes around me.
God.
His tongue finds my center with long, slow strokes. Each sweep of his tongue is hot and insistent as he follows along the entirety of my soaked slit. He drinks me down from the bottom, and sucks my clit when he reaches the top.
My eyes roll into the back of my head at how good it feels and I think—no, I know—that he must’ve been thinking about this exact moment as much as I have fantasized it.
My back arches off the mattress. Sweat beads and then rolls down my ribs.
I grab a fistful of silk sheet and he closes a hand around my breast, kneading the tender flesh and rolling my nipple between his long fingers. I fist his hair, and he pushes his tongue inside of me to taste me at my source.
Every coherent thought I’ve ever had is evaporating under the relentless pressure of his mouth.
“Oh,fuck?—”
He hums against me, and the vibration nearly makes me levitate. His free hand clamps down on my thigh, spreading me open to keep me from squirming away from the overwhelming pleasureof his mouth. He eats me like he’s been starving for years and I’m the most delicious thing he’s tasted.
The orgasm builds. I can feel it coiling at the base of my spine, and tightening in my belly. I want to chase it as much as I want to run from it. Unable to figure out which one I prefer, I roll my hips into his mouth, and let him take control.
“I’m—” I gasp. “I’m going to?—”
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he doubles his efforts. His tongue works in perfect rhythm while his hand leaves my thigh, moves past the one punishing my breast, and slides into my mouth for me to suck.
And when I do, I come apart.
The orgasm crashes through me. My body shakes violently. I’m dimly aware that I’m moaning—loud and desperate—but I don’t stop. Heat rushes up my face, spreads down my neck, and concentrates between my legs and his relentless mouth.
He works me through every aftershock until my moans turn to screams. He keeps going until my throat is raw, and my limbs become languid and useless.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s watching me with an expression I can’t read.
