“Mikhail... God, I love you.”
I make a mental note to keep my hair long for her, relishing the delicious sting of her fingers as she clutches harder the closer she rises to her release. Our mouths collide in desperate need, teeth clashing as we fight to consume the other first.
More.
Pulling out, I grip her hips and allow her a whine at the loss of contact because it’s fucking music to my black soul.
“I’ll kill you,” she threatens, voice ragged.
I chuckle and kiss her, swallowing her protests before flipping her over on her hands and knees. Stroking my slick cock, I dip to bite an ass cheek, then the other, and she whimpers my name.
“Hands on the mirror and spread your knees for me. I want you to see how pretty you look when I tongue-fuck you.”
I planned to sink back inside her, but seeing my girl on her knees, beautiful round ass in my face, I can’t resist.
Leah does as she’s told, and with one hand on my cock, I lean in and flick her swollen clit, lapping and sucking at her arousal until her body quivers and she breaks apart, crying out my name.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan when a flush of wetness drips down her legs onto the counter, in the sink, and even the floor. “Goddamn, baby. Did you just—squirt?”
I find her hooded eyes in the mirror as her chest rises and falls in quick pants, leaving her unable to speak. She rests her forehead against the glass and gives me a lazy nod.
“I... I’ve never...done that,” she manages to say, leaning back on her calves and sighing. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I loop my arm around her waist and pull her off the vanity, bending her over and sinking inside as far as she can take me.
Every thrust sends her gliding across her own mess, and it’s fucking glorious. I wrap my fist in her hair and tug her head back, pitching my voice close to her ear. “Look at you, my love. Look what we did,” I say, eyes on her glistening tits as they bounce and droplets trickle off her skin.
“Harder, Mikki, fuck me harder. You owe me.”
I shove her forward, pressing her chest against the marble, feet off the floor, and pound into her with delicious cruelty.
“You said”—thrust—“to make you”—thrust—“cry” I snake a hand around her hip and find her swollen clit—“and I already did.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Leah tightens around my cock, her mouth parting against the hard surface as she shudders and screams. I’m right there with her, falling over the edge and driving into her until every drop is spent.
“Mikhail...yes. I love you,” she confesses breathlessly.
I kiss her shoulder blade. “I love you.”
“I’m starving.”
With a laugh, I straighten and slide out of her. “Let’s feed you. You’re going to need the energy.”
As Leah maneuvers herself off the vanity, I grab an ass cheek in each hand and open her up, reveling in how my cum is slipping out of her. I slide two fingers over the dripping seam and circle her sensitive clit, making her jerk.
It suddenly hits me that we didn’t discuss nor use protection—slight panic flares. “My love, are you on...”
She nods, as if reading my thoughts. “I am.”
Leah will bear my children one day. But for now, I need her to myself.
“Are you falling asleep on me?” Leah squeezes my thigh, and I tighten my hold on her waist beneath the water.
“No,” I lie, the thickness of my voice betraying me.
She smiles and arches her chin, kissing my jaw. “Liar.”
“Fine. You caught me.”
“We can head back inside if you’re tired. I might even consider sharing the bed tonight.” Her body shakes with my laughter. “Is that right? After all the orgasms I’ve given you, that’s how you’d repay me? By making me sleep on that goddamn couch again.”
Leah pokes a toe out of the water as she pretends to mull over the decision. I let her have her fun. My mind is elsewhere. I gaze beyond the deck and the steam that rises and swirls above the hot tub’s surface as it clashes with the frigid night air. The forest is pitch black in the distance, but somewhere out there, beyond the line of trees, is a group of men who deserve to die.
While Leah was in the bathroom, I searched their exact location, the names of their members, addresses, rap sheets—the whole fucking nine—and called in a few favors. I’ll deal with them myself, but slipping away from her is impossible. I know she’s capable, but I’ll never willingly put my girl in harm’s way.
“Where’d you go?” she asks, caressing my face.
I take her hand and press a kiss on her palm. “I’m right here.”
There’s a beat of silence, and she tenses. I can sense a question hanging in the air. “Ask,” I urge, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
Leah pulls my hand to her lips to return the gesture and sighs. “Celeste. Can I ask what happened?”
“You can ask me anything. I have nothing to hide from you.”
