His pants hit the floor a second later, and he stood before her as naked as the day he was born.
Chapter Forty-Three
Maggie wasn’t shy. Especially not when it came to Anatoly, but she could tell that being naked in front of her was an experience he was having to work through. She was determined to help him feel more at ease, but part of that she knew was just a matter of time.
“Just relax,” she soothed, her voice sounding far louder than it really was. “Don’t think, don’t fret…”
Then she kissed his mouth, pressing herself against his cool body. She could feel his arousal long before she’d slid his pants down, but the sensation of the twitching member against her belly now made her ache with anticipation.
Anatoly groaned, his arms going around her again, accepting her into his embrace. But Maggie had plans for him and as soon as he began to relax into her kiss, she was pulling away again.
With a gentle touch, he tried to entice her back to him, but she was already sliding down his body, trailing soft nips and fleeting kisses over his skin.
Once on her knees, Maggie was faced with the full length of Anatoly’s considerable shaft. She didn’t touch it or even look directly at it; she was staring intently up at her lover.
“Close your eyes,” she bade him, and with minimal hesitation, he obeyed.
“What are you?—”
Before the words could make it past his lips, Maggie had taken hold of member with one hand and then dragged her tongue across the tip, swiping away the bead of precum there.
The strangled noise he made only encouraged her to continue and in the next second, she was taking him into her mouth with barely contained enthusiasm. His musky taste hit her tongue and she moaned around him, letting her spit lubricate his erection so that she could begin to bob her head up and down.
She felt his hand rest gently on the back of her head, his strong fingers tangling in blond hair. Without breaking her rhythm, she continued to suck with her mouth and stroke with her fist, working him up and taking immense pleasure in every gasp and groan from above.
“Maggie…”
When he growled her name, she took it as a warning that he was close to orgasming and immediately she stopped her ministrations. She gave the underside of his shaft a parting flick with her tongue and then grinned deviously up at him. He was practically panting, and for a vampire that didn’t need to breathe, she took that as a compliment.
His expression was a mix of surprise, confusion, and pleasure all warring for control of his features. He stared down at her as though he were seeing her in a new light, and for a moment, Maggie feared perhaps she’d gone too far too quickly, but finally, he smiled at her.
“Why did you stop?” He asked, voice husky.
Maggie beamed, placed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock and rose back to her feet. “I was just loosening you up,” she answered. “It’s like dessert. Too much and it’ll spoil your supper.”
He chuckled at her analogy, but stopped when she started to wiggle her bottom out of the panties she was still wearing. She saw his eyes take in her full nudity and hoped he liked the view.
Anatoly reached for her, drawing her tenderly back to him. Their naked bodies pressed together, sending a jolt of heat through Maggie’s core. She could feel how wet she’d become and she longed to be touched, held, explored, but just when she was thinking she would need to give him more guidance, Anatoly surprised her.
“Now, is my turn, da?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. In the next second, he was backing her up to the bed and pushing her down on its plush top.
The sight of him looming above her made Maggie ache all the more. She was about to ask what he was planning to do when he crawled onto the bed, his erection pressing against her thigh as he settled over her. He started by kissing and sucking at her neck, then mimicked her by trailing his way down to her breasts.
Once there he turned his focus to her nipples. Maggie sighed and leaned back, squirming beneath him as he squeezed and sucked, nibbled and pinched at her breasts in all the best possible ways.
Through the haze, she could tell he was paying attention to her reactions, taking the time to learn what brought her the most pleasure. It was a far cry from the desperate pawing she was used to from men.
Then, he surprised her further by slipping a hand between them and tentatively sliding a finger into her wet folds.
Maggie gasped and he stopped instantly, withdrawing his touch. “No, no, keep going,” she urged.
Reassured, Anatoly did as she asked and began to explore her womanhood, first with one finger and then another. As he worked, taking the same approach as he had with her breasts, she let herself enjoy the attention. She directed him some, moaning for him to increase pressure or speed as needed, but for the most part, he proved to be very observant. She was a gooey, moaning mess within minutes.
Just when she thought he was going to bring her to orgasm, Anatoly withdrew his hand from between her thighs. A pitiful whine escaped her before she could stop it and Anatoly chuckled deep in his chest.
“Okay, I deserved that,” she admitted, trying to regain control of her breathing and get her wits back about her.
“What about hand?” he asked, holding up his sticky fingers. “Seems rude to wipe it off…”
