“Don’t cheat, golubushka, we made a deal.”
She was gasping for breath and had to pull her mouth off of him in order to breathe through the terrible need for release. “You made the deal. I didn’t agree.”
“You’re going to have to agree because I’m the one in control here.”
Her breath hissed out of her. His taste was there in her mouth. His cock was beautiful, there in her hand, the velvet crown broad, so wet and inviting. She knew what he felt like in her mouth and temptation drew her. She licked at him, drew him into her mouth and then let go in order to protest.
“You’re not in control. This is a partnership.”
He blew warm air over her slick, tight folds. “No, lyubov moya. Not here. Not now. Now, we do things my way.”
She drew him deep into her mouth. Sucked hard. Heard his swift intake of air. She hummed just to prove a point. The sensation vibrated right through his cock so his entire body shuddered. She’d found that little trick accidentally, but he’d reacted so beautifully to it. She’d used it often ever since.
“This is my morning. I woke you up.” She took him deep again. Felt his stomach muscles go rigid, dance with the heat and fire sliding into his belly and centering in his groin. She did a wicked little tongue dance and felt his hips buck, driving him deeper.
He groaned softly. “We’ll see, Giacinta.” He dragged her down to his mouth. His very talented mouth. He knew how to use it. Every. Single. Wicked. Trick.
She gasped. There was absolutely no way she was going to win this silly battle with him. She didn’t have his discipline and right now she didn’t care. She lavished attention on him, determined to bring him at least to the very edge of his control. Mostly, she just wanted him to feel the most pleasure possible.
In the end, she had no choice holding out. He insisted they share the same climax and he continued to torment her for a long, long time, bringing her right to the edge until she was nearly screaming for release.
“Now, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse, his cock swelling.
Finally, finally, she felt him let go. Erupt. With his eruption came hers. Huge. Fireworks. The best. She lay on him, wrapped her arms around his hips while her body shuddered with pleasure. The taste of him would be forever in her mouth. In her mind. She loved him. She loved everything about him, even his impressive control.
He rubbed the right cheek of her bottom. Gently. Soothingly. Her body contracted. Rippled. Wouldn’t stop for the longest time. It was… extraordinary. Like him. Like Casimir.
“Malyshka. Come here, moya lyubov. I want to hold you.”
“I’m sleepy. Can’t move. I like it right here,” she murmured, nuzzling him.
He didn’t argue with her. He reached down and shifted her body, turning her around until he had her in his arms, her body sprawled over top of his. He drew up the sheet. “Then go to sleep. Right where you are, Giacinta.”
“I’m upset with you.” She kissed his chest, her lashes drifting down.
His hand speared deep into her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. It felt wonderful. She was drifting on a wave of satisfaction and love.
“Why would that be? Are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy that?”
Lissa turned her head and nipped at his skin in reprimand. “I was telling you how much I love you. Showing you. You one-upped me. That’s so not cool.”
“I heard you, golubushka, and I answered you.”
He had a point. In any case, she was too sleepy to care. His body was always warm. There were so many intriguing muscles to trace as she let herself just float on that sea of absolute beauty. She felt thoroughly loved, and he’d only used his mouth on her.
“You feel loved?” she murmured.
“Very much.”
He woke her an hour later and made love to her. Slow. Lazy. Sensual. Beautiful. He watched her the entire time, his eyes never leaving hers. She saw love there. She felt it. She watched his face as the beauty of their joining came over him. That exquisite moment when she couldn’t breathe. When she couldn’t focus. When his body threw hers into a phenomenal climax that lasted forever and her body took his with it, surrounding him with fire.
Casimir stayed locked in her, his full weight on her, his arms tight around her. She couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter in the least. She wanted him there. She held him tight while he buried his face in her neck.
“You’re my world, you know that, don’t you, Giacinta? You brought me back to life. You. My beautiful wife.”
She loved that he thought that. She was fairly certain it was the other way around, but she couldn’t help but love his declaration.