“Does no mean yes?” I kissed her thigh. “Or does it mean no?”
“How does this prove that you love me?” She asked.
“It doesn’t, but it proves how much you want me.” I groaned.
“And love?”
“I’ll give up everything to go away with you. You’ll never have to marry me. All you have to do is let me keep you safe. I need you alive, baby. I need you breathing. More than anything, I need you to be mine.”
“Mikhail,” her voice broke, caught in her throat. “That’s not love.”
“You’re right.” I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. "Love is knowing your favorite color is a pale powder pink and not a Pepto pink. It's remembering that you take your coffee with Splenda and cream, that you hate olives but love mushrooms, that you always tuck your hair behind your left ear when you're nervous."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"Love is wanting to give you the world, my protection, my devotion, and being willing to walk away if that's what's best for you." My voice broke slightly. "Because your life, your happiness, matters more than what I want."
"Mikhail," she whispered.
"Love is this, Shanice. It's being terrified that you'll say no and risking it all anyway. It's being vulnerable with someone for the first time in my life. It's trusting you with parts of me I've never shown anyone." I kissed her softly. "So yes, I need you. I want you. But more than that, I love you. Every stubborn, fierce, beautiful part of you. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving it."
Shanice pulled my mouth to hers and I accepted all of her kisses. She was indulgent and greedy, but then she took my hand and placed it directly on her pussy and I grunted.
“I need…”
"Shh." I lowered my head and licked her, one long stroke from bottom to top.
She cried out and her hips bucked off the bed. I pinned them down with one arm across her stomach and went to work. Iwasn't gentle or careful. I ate her like a man starving, my tongue working her clit with brutal precision while my fingers thrust into her. She was writhing beneath me, her hands fisted in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt. I didn't care nor stop.
"Oh God, oh God, Mikhail!"
"That's it," I murmured against her. "Say my name. Let me hear you."
“Mikhail!” She closed her eyes and I pulled back.
“Look at me or I’ll fucking stop.”
I added another finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her scream. My mouth went back to her clit, sucking, licking, and nibbling until she was shaking.
"I'm going to come," she gasped, but her eyes were on me. "Mikhail, I'm…"
I pulled back. “But you’re doing so well.”
She made a sound of frustrated rage, glaring at me. "What the fuck?"
“I love the way you taste.” I kissed between her breasts.
“But you stopped.”
"You don't get to come yet." I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, watching her, I licked it clean. "Not until you admit what you want."
"I want to come, but you’re being an asshole.” She sighed.
"Not good enough." I lowered my head again, giving her one slow, teasing lick. "Tell me what you really want. Speak up, baby."
"I want you to fuck me," she sobbed. "Please, Mikhail, I need to come."
I pulled back again.
