“I was afraid of that.” But she stopped trying to retreat from him. Instead, when he tightened his grip, she seemed to widen her legs even more to accommodate him. Showing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Maestro kissed his way up her inner thigh, one small increment at a time until he felt the heat of the junction between her legs. Where she wept for him, beckoned and enticed with her feminine scent.
His cock felt like a monster, aching, hurting, desperate to be free of the material putting pressure on him. He tore down the zipper with one hand so that his engorged shaft and balls were free of the prison. Thunder roared in his ears. Lightning ripped through his veins. He took the time to free himself completely, shedding his jeans fast, grateful he’d removed his boots earlier.
The cool air on his body didn’t alleviate the heat rushing through his bloodstream. It didn’t give him back any of the control he needed. He found himself struggling to take his time. She softly moaned as he spread kisses from her thigh to the back of her knee and then back up to the little tangle of fiery curls shielding her slick lips.
“You taste like pure heaven, Zelie.” He didn’t lift his head to see her reaction. He didn’t need to. Her body shivered and arced closer to his mouth, desperate for more. He took his time, knowing the anticipation would heighten her pleasure. He blew a steady stream of heated air, gentle but constant, and then when she was squirming, he licked at the fiery honey liquid. She whimpered and lifted her hips to him.
“So responsive, Solnyshkuh.” Again, he didn’t raise his head, too far gone himself to leave where he wanted to be most. He leaned into her, settling his mouth over her clit, tongue fluttering gently.
Azelie gasped, a small broken cry escaping. She jerked her legs and hips as if she might try to flee. He found himself smiling as his eyes met hers.
“Baby, we’re just getting started. I plan on spending time right here.” He blew more warm air. “Savoring the taste of you.” He loved her taste. Was already addicted to it. “There isn’t going to be any running.”
“You need to hurry.” Her little demand was whispered.
That was his woman. Rarely speaking above a soft sound. Even the laughter he was so addicted to hearing was soft, as captivating and enticing as it was.
“You need to know something about your man, Zelie. I’m the one in control here. I always will be. If I want to take my time, we’re taking time.” He swiped his tongue along that delicious slit that beckoned. “I definitely want to take my time and you need to be ready for me.”
“I am ready for you.” There was a plea in her voice.
“No, you’re not. You just feel like you are. I don’t want you to experience anything but pleasure, so we’re doing this my way.” He would have done it his way regardless, but he meant what he said. He had no intention of her feeling anything but sheer bliss. That meant taking his time and building her need slowly. Preparing her body. It was his good luck that his pleasure was all about bringing it to her.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” she confessed. “It feels so good it’s a little scary.”
His woman was giving him that starry-eyed adoration he’d come to look for. “You’re in good hands, baby. Just keep trusting me. I’m going to make you feel a whole lot better.”
He was just as addicted to that look on her face, the one that said he was incredible, the most amazing lover on the planet. They hadn’t even gotten started yet and she was already certain of his abilities. But then she didn’t have anything to judge this experience by. He intended that to never happen. He was determined to be her only. Ever.
Spreading her thighs wider, he shifted his weight, placing her legs over his forearms. One hand on her belly, fingers splayed wide to hold her still, he dipped his head and began his feast. Slow, delicious licks. Flicks with this tongue. Teasing her. A slow burn that built and built, sneaking up on her until it was a fiery inferno.
He was careful not to give her exactly what was needed to get her off. Very gently he brushed her clit with the pads of his fingers. He circled that sensitive little button and then replaced his fingers with his tongue. Azelie gasped and gave him that same little broken whisper of a cry when he curled a long finger inside her, finding her most sensitive spot and stroking.
Maestro pulled back when he felt the tightening of her body, the hot slickness. He replaced his finger with his tongue, a unique weapon that made her go a little wild. He plunged his tongue into her, withdrew, and did it again and again. Truthfully, he felt a little wild himself. He prided himself on control, yet he knew he was on the verge of tipping over the edge.
He loved her taste. He loved her response to him, the way she thrashed under him. The little whimpers and moans. The sight of her needing him. Her fragrance enveloped him, driving him nearly out of his mind. Her skin was rose-petal soft, flushed now with desire. When he moved one finger in her, the silken walls of her channel were scorching hot, her need growing for his full, painful cock.
Once again, he slowed things down, nuzzling her, running his nose along her inner thighs, all the while inhaling deeply to breathe her in. He wanted to keep her in his lungs forever.
“Andrii.” Her little whisper was back. A moan. A plea. “You have to do something. I’m burning up.”
He was burning up as well. Aching. Needing. But this was for her. “Have to make sure you can take me, baby.”
Her eyes widened. “I can,” she announced solemnly. Certain.
She was tight around his finger, and his cock was much larger than his finger. Her silken muscles tightened. She was coiled tight. Her body was flushed with heat, the flames dancing through her veins licking at her nerve endings.
The fire roared through him. Raged. He wanted to be inside her. Sharing her skin. Her body. Once more he put his mouth on her. Sucked. Flicked. Worked her hard, brought her so close numerous times until she was thrashing beneath him.
Maestro lost himself in her, in the wonder of her body. The miracle of real feeling. He used every bit of his skills, tongue, teeth, lips, fingers. Worshipping her. Losing himself in the exquisite taste of her. Her feminine fragrance. He would know her anywhere. Her soft skin. Like silk or satin. Then there was that emotion welling up, coming close to overwhelming him. Was that what love felt like? Because he’d never known that emotion, but what he felt for her was all-encompassing. He couldn’t ever take the chance of losing her.
“Andrii,” she wailed his name, her body close. So close.
He felt the tightness coiling in her belly. Her thighs went rigid as the scorching-hot silken muscles clamped around his fingers. This time he didn’t stop.
“Andrii—” She broke off, her hips bucking with need.
“Let go.” He made it a command as he flicked her clit and used his finger to stroke her sensitive bundle of nerves.
That scorching-hot tunnel clamped hard on his fingers, so hard his cock jerked in anticipation. She shuddered, driving her nails into his shoulders, scoring his skin. Her gaze clung to his as the first orgasm rolled through her. Her tight muscles fought to drag his fingers deeper. He bent forward, rubbed the bristles of his jaw along her breast, and then sucked her nipple into the heat of his mouth. Just as her body was beginning to settle, he bit down on her nipple, applying gentle pressure and then a harder nip, his tongue soothing instantly. Her body detonated a second time, this orgasm stronger than the first.
Maestro loved watching the helpless, dazed expression on her face. The shock. He heard the soft whisper of his name as she climaxed. Beautiful. Hot. For him.
She was ready for him, and he couldn’t wait another moment. He pushed her knees up, placing each foot on the cover, knees wide apart so her thighs were open for him. His heart accelerated at the sight of her open and ready for him. Circling the thick shaft with one hand, he nudged his way into that hot, wet inferno.
Azelie’s gaze clung to his, all that beautiful blue wide with shock as he shuddered with the exquisite sensation of the tight squeeze.
“Andrii,” she whispered his name again, a kind of awe, wonder mixed with trepidation in her voice. Her small teeth bit into her lower lip.
“That’s right, Solnyshkuh, Andrii. No one else.” He leaned forward, nearly helpless to do anything else, needing to lick at those little tooth marks on her lip. His cock slipped a bit deeper into that scorching tunnel, her muscles seizing the sensitive head like a vise.
He could barely find his voice. Nothing in his life had ever felt so good. Heaven. Hell. He didn’t know which, but he never wanted to leave.
“Stay with me, Azelie. Promise you’ll try with me. Give all of yourself to me.”
Her body squeezed and burned around the broad head of his erection. His cock throbbed with need, pulsed and jerked. He couldn’t help himself; he pushed deeper until he encountered her barrier. Swearing softly under his breath, feeling her hot, sweet tunnel close around him, he leaned forward a second time to lick at her mouth, and then took her lower lip between his teeth. One shocking nip and he pushed past the barrier. She gasped at the burn, tensing. Every muscle taut.
