“Give me what you can,” I told him, nuzzling against his neck and inhaling that scent I missed for months. “We can take this slow. I don’t mind when you are in control.”
In one swift move, he flipped us over, his big body covering mine and the shredding sound of my panties and bra filled the air. A little squeal escaped me. I didn’t expect him to take me up on the proposal that same second.
“You offered, kroshka,” he groaned, his breath hot against my lips. His brows were furrowed, his muscles straining as his skin touched my flesh.
I raised my hand, smoothing his brow and wiping off the glistening off of it. I couldn’t even imagine what it cost him to let me touch him, be on top of him, or kiss him.
“I did,” I murmured. “You can tie me up,” I rasped. “I won’t mind.”
He had given me a lot already. His eyes searched my face, as if he worried it would push me too far. I smiled reassuringly. “I’m sure.”
He lifted up onto his knees and reached to the drawer. He dug out a black rope but when he returned to me, an uncertainty flicked across his expression.
I offered up my hands to him. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “You got me.”
“Kroshka-”
I stopped him. “You gave me what I needed. Now take what you need.” I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. “I want this too,” I assured softly.
Resolve settled in his expression. He slipped the rope around my wrists, wrapping it around twice, then tugged gently. I lifted my hands above my head and he tied the rope to the headboard. I was exposed, at his mercy, and I knew he’d catch me if I fell. No matter what.
I was laid back on the bed, sprawled with my hands above my head tied to the headboard. Just for him. If this was what he needed, I’d give it to him. His eyes roamed over my body and my skin burned at his hot appraisal. His big body hovered over me and pulled the rope taut as I watched his every move. A little sting of pain shot through me as the rope cut into my wrists, but I didn’t flinch.
He brushed his lips against mine and my chest glowed with warm satisfaction.
“You’re so fucking perfect, kroshka,” he growled and I thought I’d shatter at his words. His hand trailed a featherlight touch down the curve of my elbow, over my neck and all the way down my stomach until it reached its destination. The pad of his thumb put pressure on my clit, and I felt slick wetness trickle down my inner thigh.
Two months without Alexei felt like a century. I didn’t want him to go slow. I needed him inside me. Now. I lifted my hips and rubbed against him.
“Don’t make me wait,” I begged.
“Soon, kroshka,” he whispered, laying his forehead on mine. “I want to enjoy you first.” His voice was hoarse. “I missed you.”
My throat tightened with emotions I heard in his voice. Our faces close together, I nuzzled my cheek against his. “I missed you too.”
His muscled legs straddled me across my chest, and my gaze lowered between our bodies. It was the first time I had a full glimpse of him. Alexei was a work of art - every single inch of him. And his shaft was no different. Big. Hard. Mouthwatering.
“I want to taste you,” I murmured, lifting my eyes to meet his hot gaze. “Can I?”
His face was hard to read. Like he had an internal battle going on what was okay or wasn’t okay to do to me.
“Alexei,” I whispered. “I can take it. Whatever you want to do to me, I can take it.”
That must have been reassurance enough, because he leaned forward so his cock was just inches from my face. My tongue licked the tip of his swollen head and his loud moan filled the room. Encouraged by his response and the way he looked at me, dark and hungry, I ran my tongue across his crown and slid him deep into my mouth, keeping my eyes on him.
Without warning, he grabbed my hair with one hand and drove forward deeper into my mouth. I hummed my approval while heat bloomed in my stomach, moving lower. I squeezed my thighs together as he pushed in and out of my mouth in short strokes. He slid deep into my throat and I kept my lust-filled gaze on him. The bliss on his face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Relax your throat, kroshka,” he rasped. “Let me in,” he soothed, his tone slightly desperate. I wanted to be everything he needed. I relaxed my throat, following his instruction and his rough hand caressed my cheek with such devotion. It overwhelmed me and I couldn’t get enough of him. I began to lick and suck desperately, urging him deeper with the curve of my tongue, breathing in his delicious musk. He was my sweetest poison.
“You look so pretty swallowing my cock,” he whispered and I moaned, watching the bliss on his face like my life depended on it. He gazed down at me, his eyes glimmering like sapphires. He held my face as he jerked his hips faster and deeper. My eyes watered, but I didn’t want him to stop. I let him fuck my mouth, because I wanted him to use me in any way he needed. Any way he wanted. He fell forward, his hands bracing the headboard as he thrust harder into my mouth. Each thrust of his hips matched the aching throb at my core. My body was sensitive to every sound, every move of his.
I watched in fascination as his groans became louder, his eyes glassed over and he stiffened as he finished in my mouth. He was beautiful as he lost control. I sucked him eagerly, swallowing every drop of his cum as my skin warmed under the heat of his stare. I sucked every drop of him, lapping at him, swirling my tongue over his crown while he panted.
He pulled out of my mouth with a pop, growling deep in his chest. This felt like our first time, and I never wanted it to end. He hovered over me, chest to chest, his breathing still slightly rough.
“Does my kroshka want to come?” he growled as he reached behind him and slid his fingers into my folds. A loud moan escaped me and my hips jerked into his touch.
“Please,” I moaned, the ache in my core throbbing with need. I writhed underneath him, hot with need. I tugged at my bound wrists with desperation and he smiled darkly. Sinfully.