When his mouth covered my mound, I bucked against him, my eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. He parted my lips with his fingers, and his tongue touched my aching clit, causing me to gasp. “Gavril,” I moaned, my hands threading through his thick locks. “Oh God.”
Gavril replied with another tantalizing lick of my clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue as he eased a finger inside my center. I sobbed with want and desire as he started to thrust his finger inside, my walls clenching around him as if my body didn’t want him to stop.
I didn’t want him to stop. Everything that Gavril did to my body was magic.
I started to feel the build of my own orgasm between the motion of his tongue and his finger, my hands tugging on his hair to both urge him on and push him away. Gavril was going to make me fall apart under his touch, and I knew that was what he wanted.
He wanted everything from me, but what he didn’t realize was that he had it all.
My stomach spasmed suddenly, and I cried out as the waves of orgasm slid over me like a second skin, Gavril growling low in his throat as he lapped up my release.
When he was done and I was limp from his touch, he looked up, his mouth glistening. “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, rising on his feet.
I knew what he needed. Even in my post-orgasmic haze, I could see his raging cock before me, how it stood proudly from his body. I licked my lips, and he made a sound that was sheer torture. Gavril pressed his knee on the bed, positioning himself over my body, but I reached out and pressed a hand to his chest, forcing him to back away. “No,” I whispered, my eyes on his cock. “Not yet. I want to taste you.”
“You are playing with fire, moya lyubov’.”
My love. I didn’t know how to take his words, but tears crowded my eyes regardless. Maybe there was still a shred of the man who had given me some good times in this mansion with him, the reason I fell in love with him to begin with.
Maybe.
I sat up on the bed, coming eye level with his cock. When I gripped him lightly, he shuddered, and I felt more powerful than I ever had before him.
He was going to let me do this. “You are so beautiful,” I murmured, tracing his cock with my hand lightly, the barest touch on his sensitive skin. “So strong yet soft at the same time.”
I heard him swear in Russian as my finger pressed against the vein on the underside of his cock, tracing it all the way to the bulging head. He truly was beautiful, so powerful yet silently begging for me to take him into my mouth. Our relationship had literally started with his cock in my mouth, but this time, Gavril was letting me take the lead.
It was a change that I hadn’t realized up until now, and it only made me want to lock us in this room forever. This was Gavril and Naomi, not a Pakhan and his fake wife.
“Naomi?”
I looked up and met Gavril’s slightly concerned gaze, realizing I had drifted in my thoughts and was just holding his cock now. “I’m fine,” I lied, resuming my touch. I didn’t like that he was worried about me.
I didn’t like that he even thought of me as someone he could be worried about. Nothing between us was going to work out. There was no future for us. There was no future full of laughter and love.
So, I took him into my mouth, pressing my lips to him as he had to me and sucking hard.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands threading into my hair this time and holding me there. “Your fucking dirty little mouth.”
His words egged me on and I took more of him into my mouth, sliding him down my throat until I couldn’t take him any more without gagging before applying suction. I knew what he liked now, how to drive him to the brink of his own orgasm before backing off and hearing his sound of frustration.
In this moment I controlled Gavril, not the other way around.
My free hand reached down to cup his balls lightly and he hissed, his hands tightening in my hair but not forcing me to do anything else. It was a measure of trust when we thought we didn’t have any between us. The Gavril of earlier would never have allowed me to touch him so, not without leading, but this was different and it brought tears to my eyes as I thought of what would happen once he walked out of this room.
I wanted to hold him for as long as I could.
Pulling back, I pressed kisses along his length, paying close attention to his bulging head and underside where he was the most sensitive. Gavril’s hands tightened in my hair and he muttered under his breath, but I didn’t stop giving him all the love that he had given me earlier. I wanted Gavril to know that I cared for him, that I wouldn’t stop loving him no matter what he did in the future. I couldn’t just shut it off like I thought I could. I couldn’t block the feelings.
“Stop,” Gavril panted, his strong body tensing. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth, Naomi.”
I did as he requested, looking up at him to find his expression shuttered. “What is it?” I asked immediately, the glow I had felt a few minutes ago now gone at his look. Was he about to tell me what he had planned to do with me? Was he about to take me away until I had his child, then cast me aside, or worse, kill me before I ever had a chance to love our child?
My breath caught as he continued to look at me and I couldn’t force my lips to move, to form any sort of words to ask him those questions and more.
I honestly didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to find out what had gone through his tortured brain as he had made plans for my future.
A single tear rolled down my cheek and Gavril’s hand moved to push it away, something changing in his eyes.
“Please,” he said harshly. “Please don’t cry.”