“Never what?”
“Be this way with anyone else.”
With a hand splayed on her abdomen, he pulled her back into his hips so she could feel his heavy erection part her cheeks. He thrust in a lazy rhythm. “So this is still mine?”
“Da.”
Down his hands went to stroke the front of her thighs. He spread her legs as he came back up. “Here, too?”
“Da.”
He swept between her legs to cup her mound. “This sweet little pussy is all mine. Isn’t that right, Sacha?”
“Yes, Alekzander. It is yours.”
“It’s only ever been mine. No other man has ever seen it or touched it?”
“No. Just you.”
He growled. “Because that is such a perfect answer, I’m going to make you come so hard you just might pass out.”
Her entire body shook in reaction to the threat, her breathing turning ragged.
He stroked up and down her back with his palm, swearing as he shoved her hair aside to lick and bite at her shoulder. “You haunted me. Never gave me a moment’s peace. Not only this unforgettable body. But you.”
“I am glad.” Because it had been the same for her.
His chest vibrated against her back as a chuckle rumbled through him. “Did you miss me? Did you miss us like this, Sacha?”
She should probably play hard-to-get, at least a little bit. Didn’t. “Every day,” she whispered.
“I’m glad. Now, you must know what I’m dying to do. Give them to me. Right now.”
The moment he gave her some room, she turned with her hands already under her breasts. She lifted them, offering.
“Holy Mother of Christ. You’re too goddamn beautiful.” Desire was carved into his face. “You slay me with this eagerness to please.”
“Take them,” she whispered, thrilled when he bent and rubbed his lips across one nipple and fully cupped the other mound. He closed his eyes against the spray, and she looked at his wet, spiky lashes. When he opened and sucked her into the hot depths of his mouth, she moaned wildly, her knees trembling at the feel of his slippery tongue twirling. Then her breath jammed in her throat as her body’s biological role came into play.
“I am sorry,” she panted. “I cannot stop it.”
His eyes flipped open, and he came off her breast with a pop. “Stop wha—” He frowned and smacked his lips together. He pulled her away from the spray of the shower and watched. Droplets of white formed on the hard peaks of her nipples and dripped off onto the swell of her breast. More quickly followed until streams of milk were rippling over to trail down her stomach.
“I cannot stop it,” she repeated, bringing her hands up to cover herself.
“I’ll walk out if you hide that from me.”
She went back to caressing the bumps of his abs, getting closer and closer to the V at his hip that was making her mouth water.
“Your body thinks it’s time to feed a hungry mouth. I’m unbelievably moved by that. How generous, supplying me with a snack as I gorge myself. Get that embarrassment off your face before I yell at you.” He took her nipple back into his mouth and sucked hard. “Mmm.” His tongue swirled as he brushed his thumb over its twin before catching it between his knuckles. “No wonder our little bird dove at you earlier.”
He was putting her at ease even while he softened her heart and turned her knees to jelly. “I am relieved that you are not bothered by this.”
He scoffed. “Bothered is not what I’m feeling right now.” He pushed together and licked at both her breasts. “The difference in them is sexy as hell. I don’t mind admitting I’m the one who’s now embarrassed by how this is turning me on. There’s a name for guys like me. Not pervert, but I think I’ve heard of a fetish, and I’m crowning myself king.”
She grinned and stroked his glistening skin, relearning the width of his shoulders and the strength in his arms. She scraped her nails down his ribs and brought her hands together with her fingers wrapping around his cock. So hard. That ridge beneath the head so defined.
“Give me your mouth.”
She was on her toes in the next second, kissing him with all the passion she was feeling. When he pinched her nipples, the pull that arrowed into her core made her head spin. She moaned embarrassingly loud when he wedged his thigh between her legs. He lifted. “Ride me,” he commanded, showing her what he meant by gripping her hip and working her back and forth so that her lips opened and her clit was directly stimulated.
“Oh, my God, Alekzander,” she breathed against his mouth.
There was no awkwardness to his movements, no inhibitions either. He demanded. She complied. This time by bracing her feet and taking over. She wasn’t going to last. He was pushing her to the end too quickly, and she’d gone without him for too long. She tightened her grip on his shaft and sent the fingers on her free hand down between her legs. She needed to get there now.