Dark Promises(109)
Please, Aleksei. Give this to me.
She saw the sudden capitulation.
Turn around. Get your ass up here. I want my mouth between your legs. That is the only way you get this.
Her sex spasmed. Hard. Without taking him from her mouth, she turned her body, slowly straddling his chest, then his face, giving him what he wanted. At the first flick of his tongue her entire body shuddered and then came apart. That was how much she liked what she was doing.
She had to pause and pant a little with her body fragmenting. He didn’t stop, he lapped at her, suckled and flicked with his tongue, inspiring her. She focused on him, on his taste and following the heightening pleasure she felt in his mind. She wanted this for him. She wanted to give him this. Her idea. Her gift. Although she was beginning to realize she was being a little selfish because she liked it so much.
She moaned, the sound vibrating through his cock. His breath hissed out of him right through his clenched teeth, a long, slow rush of raw desire.
“Right there, kislány, that is perfection.”
She liked the power, but more, she liked bringing him pleasure. He made her feel whole. Complete. When she was with him like this, no matter how bad things were in her mind, she wasn’t alone, she wasn’t afraid, and she was happy. Alive. He made her feel so alive and vibrant.
His hips began to move, turning aggressive. She kept her fist around the base of his cock but took him as deep as she could, feeling the fire spread through him. The streaks of lightning she gave to him. That was all Gabrielle. The feel of him moving in her mouth, one hand fisting in her hair, was exhilarating.
I love this, Aleksei. I love that you feel so good and I make you feel that way.
His mouth moved from between her legs and he caught her head in hard hands. He pushed in deeply almost before she could grab a deep breath. She relaxed, taking him deep as he thrust. He swelled, jerked, pulsed. Filled her throat with the aphrodisiac that was exclusively Aleksei. He pulsed over and over and she kept up with him with difficulty but determination.
“My turn, kessake,” he hissed from between his teeth. “I get you the way I want you now. You have had your fun.”
She liked that rough velvet in his voice, the one that said she’d brought him to the end of his control and he was taking over. She lapped at him, stripping him of every drop, taking her time in spite of the urgency of his tone. In spite of the fact that his fingers dug into her hips and he was once again rumbling with deep growls.
She felt his body shudder and knew he wasn’t going to move her until she was finished. And she wouldn’t be finished until she had all of him and knew he was completely clean and there was nothing semi-hard about him. Until he was all hard. Like a rock. Just for her.
“Satisfied?” he growled when she lifted her head just a little.
She smiled, breathing warm air over him. Loving that she had taken what belonged to her. “Very.”
“You are done?”
She ran her tongue over her lips, leaned forward and kissed the crown of his cock, allowing herself one last taste. “Now I’m done.” There was both satisfaction and a little mischief in her tone. Definitely triumph.
Aleksei didn’t waste another moment on commentary. Decisive. She loved that. He caught her hips in hard hands, yanking her back toward him as he came up on his knees, one hand pushing her head toward the mattress so that her bottom jutted up for him. He slammed his cock home, pushing through her tight, slick, scorching hot folds, invading deep, driving inside to fill her full of him.
The beauty of it took her breath away. He was so large, stretching her beyond her imagining, the fiery friction so good she felt the fire already beginning to consume her. He’d just come and come hard, yet he was already thick and full and desperate for her all over again. The feeling, so exquisite, held so much pleasure it bordered on pain. She already skated so close to the edge from his mouth and fingers.
“Aleksei.” She tried panting, trying to hold off the rising tsunami. “I can’t hold it back. I can’t . . .”
“Let go for me, kessake. Give me everything. Give me you.”
Her entire body tightened at his words, and just like that she shattered. He kept moving in her. Relentless. Insistent. Her body gripped and pulsed around his. The ripples spread through her body along with the rush of hot blood. He picked up the pace, one hand sliding around to find her breast. His fingers shaped the soft, full mound and then found her nipple.
“Again,” he demanded. “Now, Gabrielle. Again.”
Gabrielle gasped when he tugged hard on her nipple and fire shot through her, sending a series of quakes through her body. Her third orgasm rolled straight into a fourth one. She sobbed his name, pushing back into him as he continued to thrust hard. So deep. She was afraid he would lodge in her womb and just stay there. It felt like paradise, and yet she needed to catch her breath. She needed to stop for just a moment, regroup, but there was no letup. He took her up again, hard and fast, his hips like a savage jackhammer, almost brutal in his possession of her.