I don’t have to ponder long on that thought though because his arms come around my waist, pulling me closer with a throaty moan as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slides past my lips into my mouth, stroking mine in long, sensuous licks. The kiss is hard, hot, dirty and sweet all at once. I cling onto him, my hands bunched in his shirt but suddenly that isn’t enough. I want more…more than I can put into words.
So I slide my hands slowly up his chest, then loop them around his neck, pressing myself harder against him. He groans low in his chest, the sound vibrating straight through me.
I pull away to catch my breath but I don’t stop…I can’t. I find myself nipping his earlobe, trailing my fingers down his spine, and the muscles of his back.
He lays me back on the couch and stretches out beside me, his face inches from mine, his fingers slowly unbuttoning my blouse. “I want you,solnishka. But I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Tell me to stop, and I will.”
A bolt of heat shoots through me, making me shiver. “Sir, I—”
“Call me by my name.”
“A-Andrei.”
“Again,” he murmurs, drawing off my blouse. His lips brush over mine, his knuckles sliding in slow circles over my bare belly. “Say it again.”
“Andrei,” I whisper breathlessly.
His gaze meets mine, his blue eyes dark. “I need to see you—all of you.”
I shiver at his words, my stomach twisting with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Barely able to breathe, I watch as he finishes undressing me, removing my bra, then my skirt, tights, and panties, leaving me completely naked.
He lets out a gust of breath, his brows drawing together, his gaze moving over me from my breasts to the most private part of me like a caress, scorching my skin and making her nipples draw tight. “You are so beautiful,solnishka.”
With a moan, he lowers his mouth to my belly and scatters hot kisses over my skin, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire as he slowly works his way upward. My breasts grow heavy, memories of how it felt to have his mouth on me making me impatient. But when he reaches my breasts at last, he doesn’t kiss my nipples as I anticipated. Instead he presses first his lips and then his cheek against my heartbeat, then he raises his head, his gaze meeting mine, the intensity in his eyes making my breath catch and my belly fill with heat.
“Mila…”
His lips come crashing down on mine in a deep, slow kiss that makes me feel like I’m melting from the inside out, his tongue claiming my mouth with skilled strokes. One of his hands slides up my rib cage, his knuckles teasing the underside of one breast, before he takes the weight of it in his hand, cupping andplumping it, his thumb making lazy circles over my puckered nipple.
Then with a hungry groan, he drags his mouth from mine, lowers it to my nipple, and sucks.
I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pleasure surging through me in a liquid rush, making my inner muscles clench. “Andrei!”
He moves from one breast to the other and back again, teasing my nipples, tugging on them with his lips, flicking his tongue over their sensitive tips, until I’m out of breath, my body arching toward him, the ache inside me excruciating.
“Andrei, please…” I don’t know what I’m begging for but I know I need something only he can give.
He chuckles lightly, then takes my right hand, draws it downward, and presses it against me down there, his hand holding mine in place. “Tell me what you want,solnishka.”
“Touch me…” I moan breathlessly. “Please.”
“As you wish, baby,” he replies with a wicked grin.
He lets his fingers brush lightly through the light hair above my vagina, then ducks down and draws one of my nipples into his mouth and tugs slowly with his lips.
My fingers clench in his hair, my hips shifting as I instinctively try to find relief, but it’s no use. The ache only grows worse, gnawing somewhere deep in my core.
“God, Mila,” Andrei moans, his voice reverberating deliciously against my skin. “I could kiss your breasts all night long. You drive me insane.”
I shiver, more from the pulsing bulge in his pants than his words. He slides his hand between my thighs and cups me, pressing the heel of his hand against me in slow, deep circles.
I gasp, my hips giving an involuntary jerk, my thighs clutching tightly. I let go of his hair, sliding one hand over his back, my nails digging into his forearm as I hold on for dear life.
“Does that feel good,moya solnishka?”
“Oh, yes!” I answer on a breathy exhale, my eyes drifting close.
“Good.”