Mikhail’s eyes flare. “I’ll make sure he knows never to touch you again.”
“He’s still going to work for you?” My body is completely still.
“He’s a good worker.”
“Not a good friend, though.”
“Which is why I’m going to handle him. Now, I don’t want to talk about Andrei. You look beautiful this morning.”
I can’t help it. I blush.
“Sexy,” he growls as his fingers grab the end of my nightgown and bring it up over my hips. My core throbs at his touch. He spreads my legs wide, and I don’t object. Instead of touching me like he’s done before, he stares down at my vulva. Within moments, I can feel wetness covering my folds.
My hands are clasped on my stomach. The way Mikhail can make me anticipate his next move and want it but also fear it is astounding. No one has ever made me feel this way before.
“I’m going to taste you,” he tells me. “And you’re going to come on my mouth.”
My lips part, but no sound comes out.
Mikhail shifts to the end of the bed and leans down, placing each of my legs over his shoulders. I’m not saying no, but I also feel frozen.
He locks his eyes with mine before lowering his head between my legs. When his tongue licks right up my slit, I gasp, and my legs clench from desire. Mikhail grins, then continues to lick me all over, from my sensitive nub to my folds. My body begins shaking.
The sensation of his tongue on me is so different from his fingers. Neither one is better. Just different in a good way.
Instead of trying to fight it, I let my legs flop open, giving him better access. Mikhail grips my thighs, his eyes never leaving me, as he swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves. Every time his tongue swipes over it, I feel a surge of pleasure rush through my body.
He brings his tongue lower and toys with it over my entrance. He’s never quite touched me here before, not even with his fingers. I can’t look away. Then Mikhail inserts his tongue into me, and I can’t hold it back anymore—I let out a moan. The sound is louder than I expected.
The tip of his tongue is inside me, pleasuring me, making me go crazy. His hands tighten even more on my thighs. I wonder if I’ll bruise. I wonder if that will bother me. For some reason, I don’t think it will.
My hips jerk up, looking for more friction. Mikhail eases his tongue out of me and resumes pleasuring my nub. He licks it and rolls it around with his tongue. I think I’m going to die from this pleasure. I can’t take anymore.
And then my orgasm hits me. My toes curl, and my breath catches in my throat, making my gasp come out strangled. Mikhail growls against me, and he continues to use his tongue on me.
I tremble and tremble until my body calms down. I’ve never noticed the view from this angle before—staring up at the ceiling after my husband just pleasured me with his mouth.
He kisses along my inner thighs. It tickles and sends goosebumps over my skin.
“Take your nightgown off,” he says, sitting up.
With shaking fingers, I do as he says. His eyes rake over my naked body. I’ve never felt more desired by another person than at this moment.
“Again,” he growls. I gasp as he grabs my waist and lies down. He pulls me over his body and angles my hips up toward his face. In this new position, I have no choice but to grab onto the headboard.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He pushes my hair behind my back. “I want to see your breasts as you ride my face. I’m going to make you come again.” I gulp. Hard.
“I don’t know how.”
He grips my backside, his fingers digging into my skin. “I’ll show you.”
I don’t resist as Mikhail pulls me down onto his face. Instantly, he starts using his tongue on me again. My body is already so sensitive from the orgasm I just experienced. I’m not sure I can do this again. But Mikhail is adamant, and I want to make him proud.
Mikhail helps guide my hips back and forth, grinding them down against his face. His eyes never leave mine. I could look away, but I don’t want to.
He eases my hips up slightly to speak. “Touch your breasts. Play with your nipples.” I gasp when he roughly pulls my hips back down, his tongue aggressively licking across my nub.
I slowly touch my breasts, unsure of what to do. My nipples are so sensitive they’re almost hard to touch. I rub my thumbs over them while my hands cup my breasts.
Mikhail drags my hips down harder. His tongue slips back inside of me, and I almost lose my mind. This is too much. Too much. Too much.
In this new position, I have some ounce of control. I can help set the pace.
Every time I shift my hips forward, Mikhail’s nose brushes against my nub. A spike of pleasure shoots up my body. A soft moan escapes my lips. Mikhail is great at wringing pleasure from my body. I can’t even process what’s happening.
Roughly, he pulls my hips against his lips and circles his tongue around and around my bundle of nerves. I gasp as my second orgasm of the morning hits me. I have no choice but to let go of my breasts and grab the headboard for support.
My eyes flutter shut. My breath comes out ragged. And my body continues to tremble for a long time afterward.
Mikhail continues to kiss my body, my inner thighs, and folds as my body winds down. I slump forward. He gently eases me off him, and I flop onto the bed, feeling spent for the day, even though it’s only morning.
He grabs my hips and kisses along my neck and chest. “I’m obsessed with your body.” His lips cover my right nipple. I’m too tired to object.
As suddenly as he grabbed me, he’s letting me go and getting out of bed. “I have work to get to. I wish I could spend all day in bed with you.” His eyes darken as they take in my naked form. “Fuck, I wish I could. But I need to leave now before I try and fuck you.”
I gasp and close my legs together. I’m not sure I’m fully ready for that yet. I know once Mikhail has sex with me, I’ll forever be his.
