I take a step back ready to strip, but he’s not letting me out of his arms. It’s as though he needs to be touching me.
He braces his forearm on the wall by my head. Holding my gaze, he trails the tips of his fingers up my thighs and over my tummy.
I’m shivering and trying to think of an excuse as to why I should be asking for a ride back to land instead of another kind of ride. But I can’t find the words.
I want this. I want him and my body is very much onboard with the one-night stand idea. A rush of heat pools between my thighs as if to prove a point.
I lick my lips and he watches hungrily as my tongue darts over the plump flesh. “Only tonight, Maxim.” I can’t believe this is happening or the words coming out of my mouth.
He growls a throaty sound and strokes my bottom lip with his thumb. “Tonight, moya krasivaya sirena. And then…”
…and then his seductive words became hot, soul-scorching kisses. I hold my breath and exhale with a heady sigh. I lower my gaze and watch him kiss a slow-burning path down my quivering stomach. Hot lips over cool skin leave my core tightening and craving the heat of his tongue on my pussy.
Nimble fingers find the button to my shorts and he pops it open. The hiss of my zipper is drowned out by the fall of water on white marble. Maxim drops to his knees and ever so slowly he peels the rough material of my shorts down my hypersensitive skin to reveal the black bikini bottoms beneath. I hold his shoulders as he lifts one foot and then the other, tossing the shorts aside.
I grin, biting my lips. Sweet Jesus. It’s sexy as hell seeing him take the ties of my bathing suit on either side and then pull until the knots come free.
My entire body trembles not in fear, but in anticipation.
Sweet, delicious soul-consuming anticipation.
“If I could see you in nothing but string bikinis for the rest of our lives, I would die a fucking happy man.”
The rest of our lives? For too long I’ve never thought past today. But a lifetime of feeling this way? On fire and burning for a man so badly my core is hotter than molten lava?
My rampant thoughts are dispersed when the material of my bikini falls from my body and he sucks in harshly. “Fuck me,” he gruffly comments.
I’m not one to shy away from my curves. I’m not like so many women walking the beaches of this town but he doesn’t seem to see size or care I am a little shy about how my thighs rub together when I walk. The hunger in his fiery touches speaks volumes.
He traces a hot path up the seam of my bare pussy with the rough pad of his finger. With a little pressure, he dips between the folds and draws back sticky wetness.
I groan with embarrassment that I can be so wet for someone I’ve only seen on the news. But he’s holding up the truth of my arousal and… oh, God. A thrill shoots through me when he sucks his finger clean. His eyes fall closed as if it’s pure honey he’s tasting. He murmurs something in Russian and it sounds hot and possessive.
I am in so much trouble. The way his throat works when swallowing me. That…growl. I know on my life I’ll never be able to tell him no.
Hands slide over my body touching me everywhere. No man has craved me like this before and I don’t know what to do with that information.
“Fuck me, Maxim.” I blurt out and I realize as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I truly mean them. They are not just thoughts and wishful fantasies.
His large hands settle on my waist, his hold tightening. He chuckles out a gravelly, deep laugh that is languid as if he had any other plans other than taking me anyways.
Oh my God.
“Please…”
“As the siren commands.”
I swallow hard, my body flushed with heat and tingles. He glides to his full height, strips off his shorts, and grabs my ass to haul me up his body in amazingly fluid motions.
God, I want him. No, want isn’t a strong enough emotion. I crave uncontrollably to have him sinking into my body with his enormous cock.
I wrap my megs around his midriff and between my thighs I feel his arousal pressing against my folds for entry. But he doesn’t, he just slowly rocks his hips and glides his throbbing hard length through my soaking wet pussy. Pure freaking torture. And I love it.
“Maxim,” I beg impatiently and shimmy my hips as he presses me into the warmed tiles of the shower. I groan when the head of his cock nudges against my clit. I am panting and trembling in his arms. My pulse races. The tip of his thick cock is getting seriously close to penetrating me. He draws back and I angle my hips in just the right way to have him slipping the head in.
But he pauses. “Beg me again, siren.” His lips find my neck and when his teeth dig into me marking my tender flesh I cry out in shocking bliss.
“Maxim, please. Please take me.” My body trembles with need. He moves a fraction, nudging at my entrance and I lose it. I shudder and moan so loud it bounces off the closed confinement of the shower.
“Beg me, malyshka,” he growls those dark eyes of his lit with an all-consuming heat. He teases me with shallow thrusts. “What do you want? I want to hear every fucking dirty word,” he growls.
I dig my heels into his firm ass. “Fuck me, damn you, and make me forget. Give me every inch of your hot cock and make my teeth rattle as you pound into me. I nearly died today and I don’t want to think about why. I want to feel, damn it!”
Raw animalistic power pulses with life between us and the vivid urge to let him devour me takes hold. Electric charges of attraction link us in a way I have never felt for another human being before, let alone another man.
“I want to feel you take every inch of me. There’s nothing you will forget about me claiming this pussy. Your body, Vannah. Remember that.” With his eyes locked on mine, Maxim sinks every inch of his hard, throbbing cock into my tight channel.
He’s right. I won’t ever forget this.
I feel so small in his arms. Yet protected. Like the outside world would never stand a chance at hurting me again. “Fuck me so you can keep your promise.”