I watch as she lowers her head, sliding her full lips further down my shaft, memorizing and filing away every damn detail so I can remember it and relive it anytime I want. When she slides down another couple of inches, I feel her gag around me before looking up at me with watery eyes. I can see she’s embarrassed, but I also recognize the stubborn glint in her eyes, and it has my cock giving a healthy jump that has her moaning and digging her fingers into my abs as she sucks in a deep breath through her nose and lowers herself some more.
She keeps her eyes on me as she slowly deepthroats me, and all I can do is grunt and fist her hair tighter and try not to explode too soon. When she gets me all the way in, her green eyes light up in triumph as I mutter something completely unintelligible in a mix of Russian and English and try to remember how to breathe.
“Fuck!” I groan when she starts to raise her head, sucking and licking me with her tongue in a way that makes it feel like she’s hitting every place at once. The wet sounds of her sucking me off fill the small room, adding to my arousal and pushing me closer and closer to the breaking point.
It doesn’t take long before I’m growling, “I’m close,” to Moira’s bobbing head, wanting to warn her in case she wants to take over with her hand, but she surprises me by speeding up, sucking me harder, and running her fingers over my tensed-up balls. The moan she gives is what finally pushes me over, and I come with a force that momentarily blinds me as I grip her hair tighter, feeling her throat constrict around me as she swallows everything I’m giving her.
All the pent-up frustration, all the longing and fantasies that have been tormenting me since the second I first laid eyes on her has my orgasm lasting longer than I ever thought possible, until I’m completely and utterly spent and feeling relaxed for the first time in longer than I can even remember.
“My God, baby,” I say, giving her a relaxed smile as she slides me from her mouth before kissing and licking me clean. I watch her, mesmerized by the sight of this gorgeous woman worshipping my cock. When she’s satisfied, she gives me one last kiss and crawls up to me, snuggling her body against mine and resting her head on the pillow and her hand on my chest, lazily running her fingers over my skin.
“Feeling better?”
I smile at the well-earned pride I hear in her voice as my eyes drift shut. “Yes, much, much better. I knew that sexy mouth must be good for something other than constantly yelling at me.”
She laughs and gives my chest a playful smack. “Careful, Kolya, or next time I’ll use teeth.”
I smile at her use of Kolya and wrap my arms around her. “Good God, Moira, don’t ever joke about teeth and blowjobs.”
She laughs and reaches down to pull her plaid blanket over us. She doesn’t ask me to leave, and I don’t offer. Instead, I run my fingers over her smooth skin, feeling more at home and at peace than I ever have. For just this once, I don’t let myself think about anything except how amazing this one moment is, and when I drift off to sleep, it’s to a wonderful, dark oblivion instead of visions of red and the deep, wet, guttural sounds of a man choking to death on his own blood.
Chapter7
Moira
Before I’m even fully awake, my hand is reaching out in search of Nikolai’s strong, warm body. When I find nothing but cold, vacant airbed, my eyes pop open and I jerk upright, praying that what happened last night wasn’t just some insanely vivid sex dream. My nakedness and the note beside me put my fears to rest. Smiling like an idiot, I pick up the note and read Nikolai’s masculine print.
Moira,
I need to get some things done at the club, but didn’t have the heart to wake you. Thanks for letting me sleep over and for letting me bury my head between your legs.
My face heats up at the memory of his talented tongue, and I wish like hell he’d woken me up for more before he’d left.
Text me when you get up. You look beautiful when you sleep, by the way.
Kolya
P.S. Your airbed is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever slept on in my life, but it was worth every second to feel your naked body pressed up against mine.
He’d written his number at the bottom, and I run my fingers over it, feeling downright giddy. I let out the girliest squeal that’s ever passed my lips and clutch the letter to my chest as I fall back onto the bed. I still can’t believe that the brooding and intimidating Nikolai Sokolov just left me such a sweet note. Part of me feels like I should frame the dame thing just because of how rare it must be.
Resting the note on my bare chest, I grab my phone and send him a quick text.
Just woke up. Thanks for the note. ;)
I’m expecting to have to wait, but I see the three dots pop up immediately, letting me know he’s typing a reply.
Morning, sleepyhead. ;) Are you still naked?
I laugh as I type.Yes
You drive me crazy, Moira. Come to the Wolf. We can work on that bag order, and I miss you and want to see you again.
I need to jump in the shower and then I’ll be there. I miss you too, btw.
My heart races as I wait for his reply to come in.I’ll try my best to not think of you wet and naked. Get here soon, Moira.
I text a quick, OK!, and jump out of bed, running to the gym shower naked and turning on the hot water. I hate to wash Nikolai’s smell off me, but there’s no way I’m not showering before I leave. Besides, I can always rub up against him as soon as I see him and get his delicious scent back on me.