“I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmurs, getting closer and closer to where I want him.
When he slowly peels off my panties, he lets out a deep groan, gently parting my thighs even more.
“Just the sight of you still takes my breath away, sweetheart.”
He brings his face closer, nuzzling my pussy with the sort of reverence you’d expect to see at church. This is how Mikhail has always treated my body, like it’s something to be cherished and worshipped, and it’s only intensified since the night at the mayor’s.
Keeping his dark eyes on mine, he slowly licks a line up my wet slit, making me gasp and reach for his head so I can run my fingers through his hair, wanting and needing to touch him. He teases me with his mouth, licking and kissing every inch of me until my whole body is shaking with need and I’m gently pulling his hair in a silent plea for more.
He gives my clit a sharp flick of his tongue. “Don’t forget you’re supposed to be pissed, little thief,” he teases, circling his tongue around my swollen bundle of nerves and pulling another moan from me.
“That’s starting to wear off,” I admit.
He laughs and gives me another teasing lick. “Myzaichikis so sweet when she’s about to come.”
“I’m even sweeter afterwards,” I remind him.
“That is true.” He gives my pussy a soft kiss while he slides a finger into me.
“Fuck,” I whisper, rocking my hips up to him.
“Soon,” he promises before wrapping his lips around my clit and giving me a hard enough suck to send me over the edge. His finger keeps up a slow, steady pace that enhances all the pleasure thundering through me, and for the next several seconds all I feel is pure bliss. No more aches and pains, no more anything except ecstasy and an overwhelming love for the man who’s still working my pussy like an absolute pro.
“Misha,” I whisper when I can finally speak again. “Please, I need you.”
With a groan, he gives my pussy one last kiss before making quick work of his clothes. I run my eyes over his hard, perfect body, mesmerized by the lines of his muscled abs and chest. He leans back down, slowly kissing his way up my body, letting his lips gently brush against the yellowing bruises that are slowly fading away. I run my fingers down the side of his face, letting him know I’m okay. He pulls my shirt off and very carefully positions himself on top of me, making sure to support his weight on his forearms and legs.
I cup his face and memorize every detail of him. He’d shaved yesterday, so there’s only a day’s worth of stubble instead of the light beard he’d been sporting, giving me a great view of his chiseled jaw. His dark eyes look black just like they always do right before he slides into me, and his beautiful lips are giving me a wicked smile that has a shiver of anticipation running through me. It’s been too long since we’ve done this, and I’ve missed him more than I ever thought possible.
“Does this hurt? Would you rather be on top?”
“It doesn’t hurt, and I want you on top.”
He looks down at me, running his finger down my cheek, memorizing me just like I’d been memorizing him before bringing his lips to mine. The kiss is soft and gentle because my lip still isn’t up for anything more than that. His tongue runs along mine, savoring me as I open wider, deepening the kiss with a soft whimper when he slides the head of his cock into me.
“Misha,” I whine when he doesn’t give me more. He keeps fucking me with just his head until I’m digging my nails into his back and trying to force him all the way in. It’s the most exquisite torture imaginable and I’m torn between wanting it to go on forever and wanting him to slide all the way in.
He gives me another soft kiss before resting his forehead against mine. “You have no idea how badly I’ve missed you, baby. You can get as pissy as you want, but I’m not rushing a second of this.”
I clench down around him even harder, and smile when he lets out a deep groan at the increased tightness.
“That’s so not fucking fair,” he growls.
“What’s not fair is you holding out and not giving me all of that magnificent cock of yours.”
He laughs, and the sound of it makes me smile despite how frustrated I am.
“I used to be so tough and unyielding. You’ve made me so damn soft, baby.”
“You feel pretty hard to me.”
“You can be very corny when you want to be.”
“It’s a talent.”
I run my hands over his shoulders and down his flexed biceps while he continues to tease me with each shallow thrust.
“You’re unbelievably sexy, Misha.”