Just the way he gave the command, his eyes going to that piercing steel, his breath coming in raw heaves, sent more flames licking over her. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and slowly parted them. Her heart pounded. Her sex clenched around her fingers in sudden fiery excitement. He slid the broad crown along her tongue, letting her taste the unique salty flavor that was wholly his.
She had never wanted to do something right as much as she wanted this for him. Andrii had given her pleasure beyond her imagination. He made her feel beautiful and sexy. He made her feel as if she was truly someone special. She wanted to give him back that same feeling. The trouble was, she had no idea what she was doing. Even now, it felt as if he was giving her more pleasure than she was giving him.
Her body was on fire, her hips rocking with each stroke of her fingers. She tried to tell him with her eyes that she needed to focus her entire attention on him. Very gently he caught her jaw, slipping his cock deeper into the hot haven of her mouth. He wasn’t very far in, but he took up so much space she felt as if she couldn’t breathe. But there was a look on his face she’d never seen before, and she relaxed, needing his expression to never change.
One of his hands went to her head, fingers fisting tightly in her hair so that her scalp ached. A growl escaped his throat. Excitement and joy burst through her. His control was slipping. She wanted him to keep giving her commands. The sound of his voice was mesmerizing to her.
“I love to see how wet your pussy is, Zelie. Knowing you’re getting off on this makes the experience even better for me.”
His skin was hot to the touch. She could smell his arousal and his primitive, wild scent. She found his taste addicting. The idea that she might be able to please him the way he brought pleasure to her would go a long way to making her feel she was on equal ground with him in their relationship. For her, it wasn’t about the sex. It was about giving him complete surrender. Complete focus. Needing to take away his demons in a way no one else could ever do.
“Explore with your tongue. Get to know the shape and feel of my cock. You’ll know what feels good. Don’t like teeth, but that tongue of yours is perfect. Pay attention to my balls.”
She never took her eyes from his, so she was able to see every shudder rippling through him. She wished she knew how he felt.
As if reading her mind, he gave her that. “Fire racing up my shaft to my belly and spreading through my body like you may have detonated a stick of dynamite. Even my balls are burning, but feel free to take your time learning.”
She ran her lips up and down his shaft, trying to memorize every inch of him. Her tongue lapped at his balls and then once again curled around his shaft and moved back up to the sensitive crown. Another groan slipped out. A growl. His fingers tightened in her hair.
“Take me deeper, baby. Suck hard. I want to feel the pull of your mouth.”
That usually velvet voice had dropped another octave, sounding a little hoarse. There was a distinct rasp to his voice she’d never heard before.
Elated that she was getting to him, giving him pleasure, she did as he said, doing her best to take him deeper. There was a lot of him to take, but she focused on the shape and feel of him. On giving him her complete attention. She was very good at details, and her tongue had mapped each zone where he was highly sensitive.
She loved what she was doing, giving him an experience. He may have had the same thing a thousand other times, but she was the one who wanted to bring him the most pleasure she possibly could.
He swore under his breath, exciting her more. She loved that she was getting to him, shaking his control. She moaned around his cock, sending a delicious vibration through him. She worked at each of his most sensitive places, getting her reward when his body shuddered and his cock grew hotter and thicker.
“Never felt anything like this, Zelie,” he praised. “You’re working me and giving me something I’ve never had. All because I matter to you.” He sounded a little shocked that he could matter to her.
How could he not realize he had fast become her world? She would try to find a way to give him the moon if that was what he wanted.
“You really do want to please me. That shocks the hell out of me.” That soft velvet tone gave way to a sexy rasp. “Perfection. Seriously. You’re so damned beautiful.”
She loved that he thought so, but she loved what she was doing. Her mouth on him. The taste and scent of him. The way she could make his body shudder with pleasure when she tightened her mouth around him and sucked hard or used the tip of her tongue to dance along the sweet spot that had his hips making shallow, almost frantic mini-thrusts.
“Need to take over now. I’m going to go a little deeper. Don’t panic on me. Trust me to give you the air you’re going to need.”
She did trust him. She loved that he was decisive. That he was commanding. She needed him to take control and tell her what to do.
“Want you looking at me and nowhere else. I can read you, baby. I’ll know if you start to panic or want to stop.”
She couldn’t imagine wanting to stop. She actually felt powerful and as if she were giving Andrii something special. She loved that, and she loved looking into his eyes while he was feeding his cock to her. She could see the dark, carnal lust mixed with something too close to adoration. And love. It was there, stark and real, for her to see.
“Suck and use your tongue and relax for me.”
She was very wet between her legs, her body on fire. There was no way she would take her gaze from his, not when he had that dark hunger carved deep into the lines on his face. His eyes were hooded and vividly intense as he slowly withdrew. His hands went to either side of her head, positioning her the way he wanted. Then he pushed his cock into her mouth again, holding her still.
He filled her mouth, pushing deeper. She never would have been able to do such a thing on her own. Never. His cock felt heavy on her tongue and filled the space in her mouth, stretching her lips. He held himself still, allowing her to suck hard. Very hard. She needed to give him this pleasure more than she needed air.
Her gaze clung to his to see his reaction, and she was instantly rewarded when a fine sheen of sweat covered his chest. When every muscle stood out in definition. When his eyes went molten. He looked like the epitome of sensuality to her.
He pulled back, allowing her to breathe, and then he pushed in again, thrusting this time, the action causing a rush of hot liquid between her legs. She used her mouth and tongue as best she could, catching his rhythm so she could suckle hard and tight. That got her feral growls. The sounds made her aware of her breasts aching and her body burning up in a fever of need. Tremors ran through her. For a moment she was tempted to use her fingers again, but he was far more important to her than her own satisfaction.
He sank deeper, so scorching hot he felt like a brand. So thick she worried she might not be able to use her tongue the way she wanted on the underside of the broad crown. She hollowed her cheeks, feeling his cock pulse. Jerk. His body shuddered, his thigh muscles rigid. He withdrew abruptly, and she made a single sound of protest.
“Want your sweet little pussy, baby. Get on your hands and knees. Hurry.” His hands were already moving her, spinning her around, yanking her hips up and shoving her head down toward the covers. He kept one hand between her shoulder blades as he surged into her. A hard, claiming thrust. That was all it took, and she detonated. He kept pounding into her right through her first orgasm and then her second.
She came close to screaming his name when her body clamped down on his cock on the third orgasm, sending them both rocketing into sweet oblivion.
SEVENTEEN
“Be right back, babe,” Andrii said. “I’ll start the bathwater.”
Azelie couldn’t keep the smile from her face. Not only had she done a rather spectacular job giving him a blow job for the first time, but their sex was off the charts. Now he was doing what he always did, taking care of her. She lay on the bed, hands behind her head, not bothering to try to cover up. She was as limp as a dishrag and so happy she couldn’t think straight.
“I have Andrii fog,” she announced.
He grinned at her, leaned over, and brushed a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re going to contribute to my smug arrogance if you keep that up.”
“I can’t help it if it’s true.” She smiled up at him. “You’re better than brain fog.”
“It could just be sex fog,” he teased.
She loved making him smile. He seemed relaxed and very happy. “It could be, but if it is, it’s still Andrii fog, because you’re the one providing awesome sex.”
