What he wouldn’t give to have a thousand more nights where he returned to her, receiving the calm and strength her presence provided. And yet he would forsake every last one of them to have her live.
“Nico.” She stirred in his arms and the low murmur of his name stroked over his skin.
“I’m here.” He kissed her head again, inhaling her special perfume deep, so if the day came when he had to walk away it would be branded in his olfactory memory.
With a husky hum, she stretched, arching her spine and pushing her ass against his abdomen. His cock, already hungry for her again, thickened and stretched along with her. It pounded with the blood filling it and Nicolai couldn’t prevent the reflexive jerk of his hips.
Tamar turned and shifted closer, cushioning her breasts to his chest and gliding her thigh over his. The heat of her open pussy called to him—its warmth an erotic invitation he couldn’t ignore. She twined her arms around his neck, hooked her foot behind his leg and rolled backward, bringing him with her.
Needing no further encouragement, he came over her and moved between her thighs. His cock nestled against her soft belly, the liquid fire of her pussy dampening the base and his balls. A hungry growl rumbled in the back of her throat and his heart leaped then dropped when her animalistic purr vibrated through him. Her hips undulated beneath him and he surrendered to her siren’s lure.
He crushed his mouth down on hers, plunging his tongue between her lips and taking the sweetness that lay beyond. If the clash of his lips, teeth and tongue was a bit desperate, he couldn’t help it. A tiny voice whispered this could be the last time they were together like this—he had to take everything she offered and hold it in his heart for the day he could no longer stroke her cheek or sip at her mouth.
His fingers curled into the pillow on either side of her head as he ravaged her lips. He nipped and soothed then plundered and raided. Tamar lifted her head, meeting him stroke for stroke, giving even as she demanded and took.
“Nico.” She tore her mouth away from his, her breathless gasps small explosions in the quiet of the room. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, gripped and tugged, telling him without words what she needed, desired from him. Planting one last kiss on the corner of her mouth, he slid lower, his teeth scraping over her chin, down her slender neck to her chest bone. Slowly, he retraced the path he forged, licking the tiny abrasions before returning to her beautiful breasts with their dark, pointed tips.
Propping his weight on one elbow, he cupped a mound and whisked the pad of his thumb over the nipple. She bowed under him, a keening cry escaping her. He repeated the caress, circling the nub before pinching it lightly. His name exploded from between her lips.
“I love when you say my name,” he murmured then dipped his head and took the hard tip in his mouth. Her fingers twisted and the small bite of pain on his scalp raced from his head to his cock. He sucked harder, lashing the nipple unmercifully with his tongue, circling then tugging on her flesh. Whispered pleas filled his ears, desperate petitions to suck harder, give her more. He complied, switching breasts. He raked the edge of his teeth over the distended peak, adding a hint of pain to her pleasure.Tamar released a needy moan and Nicolai returned it. Refusing to leave her other breast neglected, he rolled the tip between his thumb and forefinger, mimicking the actions of his tongue.
He abandoned the soft mounds and traveled lower still, down her taut belly, past the shallow pool of her navel and toward the nest of tight bronze curls. Her cream glistened on the strands, making them gleam like wet gold. His mouth watered for a taste of that intoxicating blend of sweet juice and musky sex.
He nuzzled her dark-pink clit. Her hips bucked and he murmured before closing his lips over the small bundle of nerves. She cried out, writhed. Grasping her wild hips, he pinned her down to the mattress and laved the sensitive flesh, teasing and tasting. Groaning, he swiped his tongue through the wet slit of her pussy, gathering more of that delicious cream. Damn, there was nothing to compare with the taste of her. Not the most succulent, ripest fruit or the strongest, most potent alcohol. If he could feast on her flesh for the remainder of his existence, he would never starve, never wish for more.
Taking a plump lip between his teeth, he scored it lightly before sucking it between his lips. Tamar’s thighs tightened around his head but he moved his hands from her hips to her inner thighs and pushed them wider. He wedged his shoulders in the vee and lifted her legs over them so her heels pressed into his back.
Her fingers fell from his head to his shoulders and dug into his skin. With a growl of pleasure at the minute sting, he returned to her pussy and, after one more sweep through her slit and over her swollen lips, bent his head and thrust his tongue into her hot core.