Chapter 27 #2
Then she stands up and turns around, showing me that perfect ass. She looks coyly back at me over her shoulder. “You want me to take it off, huh?” Her voice is low and sultry, and it does things to my cock that no woman ever has.
“Oh, I think you need to take it off.”
Still watching me, she slowly inches the top upward, revealing the slender curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her back, then the ivory silk of her bra.
She halts, giving me a look from beneath downcast lashes that makes me hard enough to crack the table.
“Do you know what the art of burlesque really is, Luke?”
I raise my eyebrows.
“It’s the art of the tease.” She moves her hands, making the top dance just beneath her breasts, which are still turned away from me.
“Zinaida?”
She scrapes her lower lip with her teeth seductively. “Uh-huh?”
“Take the fucking top off.”
She gives that gurgle of laughter that turns my brain to mush, and then she draws the top over her head and throws it back to me. I ball it in my hand, feeling the heat of her body, inhaling her sublime scent.
“Now the sweats.”
She hooks her fingers under the waistband, arches her back, and slowly edges the sweats down, revealing the silk-clad twin peaches of her ass, inch by delicious inch.
She bends forward, easing the sweats down her legs, until they’re at her ankles and I’m staring at the dark, moisture-soaked gateway to fucking heaven between her legs.
“Turn around.”
She turns slowly toward me. Her lips are parted, her eyes slightly glazed, and no amount of silk and lace can disguise how wet she is or how hard her nipples are.
“Take your hair out.”
She reaches up and slowly takes the pins out. The white-blonde twist slowly unfurls behind her, falling about her face in a soft curtain.
Fuck.
“Lose the bra.”
She reaches behind her and unclasps it. The material slides slowly down her arms, revealing the creamy globes and rosebud nipples. I take a mouthful of whiskey, swirling the liquid slowly around my mouth, and she gasps. Her eyes drop to my cock, which is straining the limits of my suit pants.
“Take them off,” she says, her voice not quite steady.
I shake my head. “Come here.”
She crosses the floorboards toward me, her hips swaying, and it’s all I can do to hold the last shreds of my control. She stops just out of reach.
I place my glass on the table, then beckon her with one finger. “Closer.”
She takes another step, and I can feel her heat reaching for me. I open my legs and point to the space between them. “Here.”
She steps into me, her whole body quivering.
I put my hands on her hips, my thumbs stroking the delicate hollow inside them, and she moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed.
I turn her in a slow circle, my hands moving her an inch at a time, drinking in the dimple at the base of her spine, the soft brush of her hair against my hands, the play of silk against her skin.
By the time she’s facing me again, there’s only one thing I can think of.
I hook my fingers beneath the silk and draw it down her legs, exposing the pale blonde mound. Drawing her toward me, I press my mouth to the flat of her navel.
She trembles, and her hands thread through my hair as she arches toward me.
“When we were sitting on that plane,” I say, “you almost made me lose it in front of all your staff.” I draw my tongue across her lower belly, then press my thumbs on her outer lips, slowly manipulating the swollen bud inside them, and she sucks in her breath.
I touch the tip of my tongue to the very top of her mound, then tilt my head back and look up at her.
She stares down at me, her eyes liquid pools, her lips parted. “I think it’s time for some payback.”
Spreading her with my thumbs, I draw my tongue all the way down one glistening side of her pussy, then slowly back up the other side.
“Oh!” She bucks in my hands, and I hold her still, slipping my tongue through her folds, tasting every inch of her until her hands are clutching at my hair and her legs are trembling. Then I open my mouth and cover her completely.
She throws her head back and screams.
I hold her up by the cheeks of her ass, spreading her wide and lathing her with my tongue, my fingers right at the edge of her dripping opening. I roll the swollen bud around my tongue, savoring every slick, throbbing part of her. She clutches at my hair, stiffening as she rolls closer to the edge.
“No,” she gasps, trying to move out of my grasp. “I want to come with you inside me.”
I shake my head, buried so far in her pussy I have no thought of stopping. Holding her ass with one hand, I slip the other between her legs, slip a finger inside her tight, ribbed heat.
“Oh, God.” She arches backward, begging for more, and I slide another finger in and curl them upward until she stiffens against me. Then I lock my mouth onto her clit, and she explodes.
“Fuck!”
She bucks and ripples against me, and I hold on, riding her with my mouth until she finally subsides.
I bring her with me as I come out of the chair, lifting her by the ass and wrapping her legs around me as I walk toward the bedroom. She’s limp as a rag doll, her head buried in my shoulder, but as we near the darkened room she starts moving against my straining cock, whimpering softly.
I deposit her on the bed. Light from the hallway falls across her damp mouth, swollen nipples, and the glistening banquet between her legs. I pull off my shirt and unbuckle my belt, staring down at her. She arches off the bed, spreading her legs in invitation and moaning softly.
“Have you got any fucking idea how beautiful you are?” I hear the rough edge to my voice, the last vestiges of my self-control leaving as I kick off my clothes.
Zin stares at my cock. “I want you in my mouth,” she says, and there’s no game in her voice, just naked need.
“Not after that.” I put my mouth over her nipple, groaning as she thrusts up toward me. “I need to fuck you, Zinaida.” Hooking her leg under my arm, I surge into her, and she screams again.
Oh, Christ.
I close my eyes, sheathing myself to the hilt in the exquisite heat of her.
I hold there for a long moment, feeling her delicious, swollen core against my pelvis, then move just slightly and revel in her gasps as I hit the spots inside and out that drive her wild.
I pull almost all the way out, then slowly drive home again.
Her hands go to my ass, and she pulls me into her as I take her mouth, twining her legs about me.
There’s nothing like this.
I thread my hands through the hair spilled across the pillow, holding her head as I plunge into her again.
Nothing like the silken clasp of her around my cock.
I raise her ass and she clutches at mine, murmuring into my ear as I drive home.
Nothing like her breasts crushed against me, her legs wrapped around me, and her hands urging me harder, faster.
“I want you to fuck me so hard,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “I want your cock so far inside me . . . You’re so fucking huge, Luke. Oh, my God!” She clings to me, straining up toward me, and I can feel the first distant twitches of her orgasm approaching. “I can’t hold on . . .”
I gather her hair and press my mouth to her ear. “Then don’t.”
I take her mouth with mine, hard and hot, and then I let go, driving home over and over, until I can’t tell what is her and what is me.
She cries out, spasming around me, and I feel it coming from the base of my spine, creeping up like a fucking storm, taking me inch by inch.
Climax rips through me with an intensity that makes me roar.
I surge into her, my whole body pumping over and over until there’s nothing left in this world but Zinaida and me, and the fucking dark magic between us.