His eyes darken, drifting from my mouth down the rest of me, taking it all in before he drags me back into another kiss, just as desperate and perfect. A little braver now, I let my lips drift from his mouth to the sharp line of his jaw, brushing kisses along his skin before moving down the length of his neck.
My mouth continues lower, tracing across his chest until I reach the snake tattoo coiled there, my lips brushing over its open mouth as though it might come alive beneath my touch, ready to strike. His hand slips into my hair as I trail kisses down his stomach, my tongue gliding over the firm planes of his abs while his eyes stay locked on mine, watching every move I make.
I work his sweats down, pushing them off until his hard-on juts out, thick and rock hard.
“Touch me, Sloane,” he groans. “I need you to touch me.”
I don’t hesitate, my hand closing around him and moving slowly until a rough grunt leaves him. Dropping to my knees, I work him faster, savoring the look on his face, the way he enjoys what I’m doing to him. When his eyes shut, I lower my mouth to him and let the tip of my tongue lick up his entire length.
“Blyat, don’t stop.” He bows his hips, clutching the back of my head and pushing my mouth into him until my lips close around the crown.
I suck him deeper, wrapping my lips tighter, trying my best to get all of him down my throat until my gag reflex kicks in. I push through it, practically choking.
“You're doing good, detka.” His fingers twist tighter in my hair. “Keep going. Take all of me.”
I do my best, but my eyes start to water and I gag again, the sheer size of him making it harder than I expected. The change in my breathing must give it away because his expression shiftsimmediately, concern tightening his features as his hand closes gently in my hair and he pulls me back.
“Are you okay?” he asks, rising onto his elbows to look at me. “If you can’t, it’s okay.”
The softness in his voice catches me off guard. That tenderness only makes him more irresistible.
God, I want everything with him.
“I’m fine,” I tell him. “I like making you feel good. Please…”
My hand tightens around his erection, and the moment I stroke him, he lets out a low groan and drops back against the bench.
“If you’re sure…” he mutters, giving in to me.
I can’t help the small thrill that runs through me, realizing I have this kind of effect on a man like him.
“I’m very sure.” My head dips back down, tongue circling the crown of his cock.
When he grunts, I do it again, swallowing him into my mouth and taking more until I start to choke again. But I refuse to stop, desire building between my thighs while I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, my hand tightening around the base.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I can tell he likes it, and right now, that’s enough. He pumps his hips faster, holding the back of my head until I’m swallowing every inch. His length somehow thickens against my tongue as he growls out my name.
“Sloane…” Hot spurts shoot down my throat, and I welcome the taste, enjoying this more than I thought I would.
When he finishes, the tension begins to drain from his body. His grip in my hair loosens until his fingers finally slip free. Then he pulls me up, his palms settling on my hips as he draws me closer until I’m looking straight down at him. A satisfied smirk spreads across his mouth.
“You are so perfect, do you know that?”
Warmth rushes to my face. “Thank you.”
“Stop thanking me.” His knuckles skim my cheek, and I lean into his touch.
“I like it when you’re sweet like this.”
“Is that right?”
Before I can answer, he turns us in one smooth motion, flipping me beneath him until the full weight of his body presses against mine.
“I like being sweet to you, solnishko.”
He rolls his hips into me, and somehow he’s already getting hard again, his semi-erection working against my clit until my need rises again.
“How are you already…” I drag my teeth over my bottom lip.
