His heart leapt. Went crazy. He cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. She looked shy but determined. “Are you asking me to teach you how to suck my cock?”
That rose color he loved so much infused her skin, but she didn’t look away. She nodded.
“It’s important to me to learn how to please you. What gives you pleasure. You always give me so much, Andrii. I need to be able to do this. I want to.”
“We might not be ready for that yet, Solnyshkuh, as much as I want it. When I have my cock in your mouth, I’ll want to control the action. I like it a little on the rough side. That might scare you. It’s important that whatever we do together, you have faith that I’m going to make it good for you. That means building up to the wilder things slowly.”
Her gaze didn’t leave his. “I want this, Andrii. It’s important to me. I want you to control everything. That makes me feel safe. It also takes the burden off me of knowing what I’m supposed to do next.”
His cock was already diamond hard. He needed to strip his jeans off just to get some relief. He could see the mixture of nerves and excitement in her eyes. Deliberately, he brushed his hands down her shoulders to the full, inviting curves. He loved the sheer beauty of her breasts. Her nipples were tight buds but sensitive, reacting to his play. He’d been very gentle with her, introducing her to sex as lovingly as he could.
“You’re certain this is what you want to do?”
She nodded. “More than anything I want to learn the right way to do it, to give you pleasure.”
“Your mouth on me is going to bring me all kinds of pleasure, Zelie. There isn’t a right or wrong here.”
“There’re ways you like sex, Andrii. There are ways you might prefer to be in my mouth. I want to learn those ways. Anything you like. But you have to teach me because I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. It’s important to me.”
He didn’t wait for her to keep explaining. He could tell it was difficult for her, and he was proud of her for communicating her desire. More, his body raged at him, impatient for her mouth.
“Take your clothes off, Solnyshkuh. Strip. Fast. I don’t need a show right now; I’m not taking chances on getting any more aroused than I already am.”
She slid off the bed and dragged down the drawstring pants she was wearing, and he was grateful she’d changed from her gorgeous club clothes into the more simple ones she wore to bed. He kept his body facing hers. Without a shirt, the Torpedo Ink tattoo would be very prominent on his back. He didn’t want anything to mar this special moment.
“Lie on the bed with your head hanging over the edge. Spread your legs wide for me. I need to see how hungry you are for my cock.”
She crawled up onto the bed and lay down sideways, so her neck was over the very edge, tipping her head back. She did as he commanded, spreading her legs for him.
“Wider.” He bent over her, and without preamble worked two fingers into her hot, slick entrance. She gasped and lifted her hips. He slid his fingers out again, deliberately trailing the pad of his thumb over her clit. She made a little sound of startled pleasure. He flicked her clit hard, and he saw the answering ripple of her belly muscles as her sex contracted.
Holding her gaze, he licked his fingers, savoring the subtle strawberry flavor. “You are hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”
She nodded. Andrii shook his head. “Say it. I need to hear just what you want.”
He knew forcing her to tell him what she wanted would up the anticipation. He’d noticed from the beginning of their relationship that she responded to rough language and even cruder suggestions.
“I’m very hungry for your cock,” she admitted in a low voice. The moment she did, her entire body took on a rosy glow.
“Where do you want my cock?” He kneaded her breasts and tugged and rolled her nipples. At first, he was very gentle but began to slowly increase the pressure of his play.
“In my mouth.”
He loved the expression on her face—a shy look mixed with a darker lust. He could see her pussy gleaming at him, droplets of liquid caught in the fiery tangle of curls at the junction between her legs. She was responding to the rougher play, a good thing when rough was often his preference.
“What do you want in your mouth, baby? You didn’t say.”
Deliberately, he shoved down his jeans, standing close so that his straining cock was just out of her reach. Immediately, her gaze locked on to the prize. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her breathing turned ragged, and her nipples tightened even more, so erect they appeared to be two stiff little candlewicks waiting for him to ignite them. Bog, but he found her beautiful.
“I’d like your cock in my mouth, please, Andrii.”
Her voice was breathy, a thread of sound, but it managed to vibrate through his body, pushing him into a brutal need. The broad head wept pearl droplets. Fisting the thick shaft, he smeared the drops over her lips. Her lips were soft. She looked sexy lying on the bed, eyes on his cock, waiting for his instructions. He didn’t want to disappoint her.
“I want you to slide your hands down your body. Feel your breasts, tug on your nipples. Don’t be gentle.” He watched her obey him, her small hands following the path he enjoyed. The sight made his cock jerk and pulse. More droplets welled up. “Lick the head of my cock while you’re giving yourself pleasure. Just lick up the drops.”
Her tongue felt like a living flame, branding him. He couldn’t decide which was sexier, watching her hands kneading her breasts, fingers tugging on her nipples, or that hot little tongue sliding over the head of his cock, sending streaks of lightning through his shaft and balls. He might not survive. It was important to him that she felt the same way.
“Slide your hands down to your pussy, Zelie. Bury your fingers deep. I want you getting yourself off.” His voice was that smooth velvet he used to compel her, but he knew he was on the verge of losing control. He wasn’t going to last long if she had her mouth around him.
It was her gift. The need to give to him. The trusting look she gave him. Or the near adoration when he didn’t deserve it. She wanted this for him—not for herself. The excitement and trepidation mixing together only added fuel to the fire burning in him.
* * *
Azelie glanced up at Andrii’s face and her breath caught in her lungs. He was partially in the shadows, but his features were carved with stark sensuality. He looked like sin incarnate. Beautiful, like a long-lost warrior claiming his victory. His eyes were hot silver crystals moving possessively over her body as if she belonged solely to him. And she did. She knew there would never be another man for her.
Her skin under her fingertips felt soft and wholly feminine. Everywhere she touched herself, she left behind the feeling of flames dancing over her, licking at every nerve ending.
“Fingers in your pussy, baby. Need to see you giving yourself pleasure.”
“It’s distracting.” Her voice was husky. Not her own. “I want this for you.”
“Follow my instructions, Solnyshkuh. I’m in control here, not you. This is what I want. Trust me to know what you need to do.”
The crown of his erection felt like hot satin as he rubbed it over her parted lips. The taste of him was exquisite, salty, but not at all bitter. She wanted his cock. She wanted to give him something back for all the things he’d given her. It felt strange to her to be the taker, not the giver, and this was something important that she knew if she learned, she could always give him when he was having a difficult time.
Her fingers moved almost of their own volition, finding the small bundle of nerves Andrii was so good at locating and driving her insane with. Every movement sent more heat spiraling through her. No matter how tight that coil in her stomach wound, her entire focus was on Andrii. She kept her gaze fixed on his. Every line in his face was carved deep with lust—for her. That realization sent waves of happiness and satisfaction rushing through her.
“Open your mouth, lyubeemaya.”
