Page 44 of Beloved
“Moy ideal’nyy angel.”
My perfect angel. Everything about his hushed words thrilled me, easing the last of my worries. “Pozhaluysta, trakhni menya.”
Please fuck me. I’d practiced the words, the intonations for a couple of hours, ensuring the phrase was whispered correctly. And in my case, that the simple demand was clear and without question.
Very slowly he lifted his head, searching my eyes once again. Almost as if we had all the time in the world, which wasn’t true, he brushed the rough pads of his fingers around my breasts then down between them. Leaning over, he blew a swath of hot air across my stomach before darting his tongue against my skin.
“Oh.” A wild series of vibrations danced all the way to my toes, stealing my heavy breath. My eyesight was fogged, my pulse now skyrocketing. I was a lost little lamb here for the slaughter.
His wet tongue was dragged down my chest, the tip swirling my belly button, all while he tormented my nipples. The combination of pain and pleasure was something I’d only readabout. The experience was something entirely different, creating an ache, and fueling the fire deep within my core.
Panting, I twisted my hands around the blanket, biting my lower lip. Trying to remain quiet.
Longing to embrace and remember every moment.
“This is so wrong,” he muttered.
“I don’t care. Don’t you understand? This is all for me.”
His dark, demanding chuckle thrilled me.
He was gentle with his actions, rubbing the fingers of his other hand across my hipbone while still licking my stomach. Ticklish, my entire body was shaking involuntarily and I tossed my head back and forth. When he lifted and bent my legs, I tried to roll over, completely embarrassed.
My face was full of heat, another wave of fear hitting me harder than I’d anticipated.
“Relax, beauty. I do know what I’m doing. I’m going to make you feel so incredible.”
While I didn’t doubt him in the least, I couldn’t control my breathing. The man was patient and kind, pressing his lips along the inside of one thigh then the other.
All while pushing my knees against the blanket. I pressed my hand on the ground, forcing my body still.
That didn’t last long. As soon as he blew across my pussy, a slight but powerful moan left my throat. Every inch of skin was covered with goosebumps, my heart skipping several beats.
I remained still until he flicked his tongue around my clit. Then something surged from deep within, a powerful release as if I’d been caging a beast deep inside. I jerked up, blinking furiously because I wanted to capture every moment of what he was doing.
Nothing would be missed.
He lifted his gaze and I could sense he was smiling. After a drag of his tongue across my pussy lips, he pressed both hands against my thighs. Holding me down. Keeping me in his possession.
I threw my head back, staring up the shadowed ceiling, almost laughing when I heard Golden’s tail thumping. This was pure sin, nothing that could be correctly described in a book of any kind. Every drag of his tongue was tender, his fingers barely touching me.
At least at first.
When I bucked against him, his actions became a cautionary tale of want versus need. Growls left his throat, dark and dominating just like the man. His hunger seemed to explode, pushing his actions.
I dug my heels into the blanket, shallow breaths turning into gasping for air as the pleasure began to build. I was crazed with desire, slapping my hand against his head before I realized what I was doing.
A tether was needed, something to hold me onto the place in time. I twisted my fingers around his thick hair, tugging while whimpering. He didn’t seem to mind, nor did my small attempt at taking control stop him from turning my entire mind into mush.
I was on cloud nine, barely breathing adequately, yet the lightheadedness was merely part of the delicious moment.
His tongue became a lethal weapon, licking then sliding into my wetness. I was stunned feeling the way he flicked it back and forth. Then his fingers found my tight channel, the handsome man driving one just inside to the first knuckle.
I could tell he was watching me, determining if what he was doing was making me happy.
My body convulsed to the thrill and joy of what he was doing, tiny beads of perspiration tickling my face. Even running into my mouth.
When he added a second finger, he plunged them in even deeper before stopping altogether.
