her shoulders, he lifted his upper body away from hers. The faintest hint of a smile touched the corners of his mouth. “Don’t ruin me for the race. I’m already halfway to the finish.” The faint smile disappeared as he lowered his head and grazed his teeth along the delicate shell of her ear. “I want to be inside you when I come,” he whispered. The tip of his tongue flicked against her earlobe. “I want you to come around me. I need that. Can you give it to me, princess?”
Oh, dear, sweet heaven above—she almost climaxed right there. A low moan slipped off her lips, and she gyrated against the taunting press of his cock. “Yes,” she exhaled.
God, yes.
Rocking back to his knees, he yanked off his belt and tossed it over the edge of the bed. His large, powerful hands formed around her hips, his gaze dropping to the juncture of her thighs where she knew her shameful wetness dampened the gauzy fabric of her lightweight pants.
She liked the way he looked at her. The way raw desire flashed between flickering wonder that made her feel like she was the only woman he had ever wanted. Sasha wouldn’t delude herself into believing that fantasy, but he was definitely the only man she wanted this way.
And he was taking too damn long.
Leaning forward, she popped the button at his waist and pulled the zipper down. His cock jutted arrogantly forth from a nest of dark curls. She wrapped her hand around the hard length and brushed her thumb over the wide head. Satin over steel—she craved the taste of him she’d had so long ago.
Alexei’s hips tensed. His breath came out in a hiss.
Watching his face, she worked her hand down his erection, then back up. Eyes closed, he barely breathed. “Sasha,” he bit out through clenched teeth.
“Hm?” A smile played on her lips as she gave him a firm squeeze. Beneath her thumb, a bead of pearly moisture gathered. She slid the slick wetness over the head of his cock, then nearly bent in half to lick it off.
Alexei stopped her a breath away from her target. Her chin in his hand, he tipped her head up. “I want your mouth on me.”
She chuckled. “If you’ll let me go—”
“But I want this more.” His mouth swept down to hers, his tongue sliding past her parted lips and gliding over hers. As he kissed her, he gathered her buttocks in his hands and lifted her against his body. When he had molded her so close not even air could wedge between them, he slid his hands up her ribs, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts until she wanted to squirm to escape the consuming pleasure.
Her body was afire, her pussy throbbing, and Alexei was taking his damned time. She broke the kiss, in dire need of air. “Alexei, please.”
His hands tangled in her long hair as he eased her onto her back once more. “Don’t move,” he instructed as he slid off the bed.
Sasha bit down on her lip to silence a cry of protest. He couldn’t be abandoning her. She’d held his cock in her hands, felt its burgeoning weight, knew the heat that throbbed in his veins. He wanted her as much as she wanted him—what in the world was he doing?
Her fears subsided as Alexei merely tugged his shirt over his head, then shucked his pants. In full naked glory, he stood at the side of the bed. Her memory hadn’t failed to recall the splendor of his body. Corded muscles rippled across his chest and shoulders as he crouched over her. When her palm smoothed down the line of fine dark hair on his abdomen, the tight washboard there jumped beneath her hand. He was everything she remembered. Perfect in so many ways.
In many more he exceeded what their one incredible week togetherhad seared into her brain. A scar across his right pectoral that he hadn’t possessed before glinted in the dim light. Fine lines of strain creased the corners of his beautiful eyes, telling her in the two years they’d spent apart he had witnessed incomprehensible things. His mouth, though every bit as glorious as it had been
Oh, dear, sweet heaven above—she almost climaxed right there. A low moan slipped off her lips, and she gyrated against the taunting press of his cock. “Yes,” she exhaled.
God, yes.
Rocking back to his knees, he yanked off his belt and tossed it over the edge of the bed. His large, powerful hands formed around her hips, his gaze dropping to the juncture of her thighs where she knew her shameful wetness dampened the gauzy fabric of her lightweight pants.
She liked the way he looked at her. The way raw desire flashed between flickering wonder that made her feel like she was the only woman he had ever wanted. Sasha wouldn’t delude herself into believing that fantasy, but he was definitely the only man she wanted this way.
And he was taking too damn long.
Leaning forward, she popped the button at his waist and pulled the zipper down. His cock jutted arrogantly forth from a nest of dark curls. She wrapped her hand around the hard length and brushed her thumb over the wide head. Satin over steel—she craved the taste of him she’d had so long ago.
Alexei’s hips tensed. His breath came out in a hiss.
Watching his face, she worked her hand down his erection, then back up. Eyes closed, he barely breathed. “Sasha,” he bit out through clenched teeth.
“Hm?” A smile played on her lips as she gave him a firm squeeze. Beneath her thumb, a bead of pearly moisture gathered. She slid the slick wetness over the head of his cock, then nearly bent in half to lick it off.
Alexei stopped her a breath away from her target. Her chin in his hand, he tipped her head up. “I want your mouth on me.”
She chuckled. “If you’ll let me go—”
“But I want this more.” His mouth swept down to hers, his tongue sliding past her parted lips and gliding over hers. As he kissed her, he gathered her buttocks in his hands and lifted her against his body. When he had molded her so close not even air could wedge between them, he slid his hands up her ribs, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts until she wanted to squirm to escape the consuming pleasure.
Her body was afire, her pussy throbbing, and Alexei was taking his damned time. She broke the kiss, in dire need of air. “Alexei, please.”
His hands tangled in her long hair as he eased her onto her back once more. “Don’t move,” he instructed as he slid off the bed.
Sasha bit down on her lip to silence a cry of protest. He couldn’t be abandoning her. She’d held his cock in her hands, felt its burgeoning weight, knew the heat that throbbed in his veins. He wanted her as much as she wanted him—what in the world was he doing?
Her fears subsided as Alexei merely tugged his shirt over his head, then shucked his pants. In full naked glory, he stood at the side of the bed. Her memory hadn’t failed to recall the splendor of his body. Corded muscles rippled across his chest and shoulders as he crouched over her. When her palm smoothed down the line of fine dark hair on his abdomen, the tight washboard there jumped beneath her hand. He was everything she remembered. Perfect in so many ways.
In many more he exceeded what their one incredible week togetherhad seared into her brain. A scar across his right pectoral that he hadn’t possessed before glinted in the dim light. Fine lines of strain creased the corners of his beautiful eyes, telling her in the two years they’d spent apart he had witnessed incomprehensible things. His mouth, though every bit as glorious as it had been
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