Chapter 5 #2
“Amber,” Alexei warned, but she ignored him. Her mouth was full. She couldn’t reply.
He tasted so good. She laved him with her tongue and then sucked rhythmically for the pure pleasure of feeling him flex against the roof of her mouth.
He was so clean and smooth, and so salty at the tip.
He was big…huge. The practicalities of inserting this part of Alexei’s body into the hidden part of hers was a process yet to be explored, though her body was already clenching repeatedly in anticipation.
Take it slowly was the best advice she could give herself, and so she cupped his balls, loving how smooth and cool they were.
She nursed them as she took him deeper into her mouth.
His groan of approval told her she’d gotten that right.
And then he shifted position so they were top to toe.
Parting her legs, he moved between them.
His hands cupped her buttocks as he worked.
Reciprocal pleasure was pleasure intensified, she discovered, though when he plunged his tongue deep, she almost lost control.
“No,” Alexei instructed firmly, raising his head to stare fiercely at her. “You mustn’t—”
She could. And she had. And the pleasure more than made up for her rebellion. It was so incredibly, excruciatingly good, with powerful pulses that raged on and on.
“Bad,” Alexei scolded when she was ready to listen to him. “I should put you over my knee for disobedience—”
She wriggled involuntarily.
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
He didn’t wait for her to reply. The next moment, her rump was high in the air and Alexei was holding her firmly in place as he delivered a flurry of light, titillating slaps.
She came again without waiting for further instruction, and this time she was rewarded by another suggestion. “Would you like to come again?”
His tone was so deliciously matter-of-fact. “Please,” she said politely, still with her bottom in the air. Resting over his knees, with her face positioned comfortably against the pillows, she writhed with pleasure as Alexei’s discipline turned to something more.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, slipping his hand between her legs.
She didn’t need telling twice.
And then she heard a foil rip. “Let me. Guide my hand. I have to learn,” she reasoned.
“You even want to do this?” he asked.
“I even want to do everything,” she said, smiling.
Just for a split second, Alexei looked at her with real understanding, almost affection, as if he was getting to know her and liked what he found, but then the look vanished as quickly as it had come.
And, yes, she was asking to have her heart broken just thinking that way, but how was she supposed to stop feeling, and why couldn’t he start?
“What’s so funny?” he asked when she huffed a rueful smile.
“You,” she admitted. “You’re so big and hard and ruthless, and yet sometimes you let your caring side slip through.”
“Thanks for warning me. I’ll have to be more careful in future.
” But the way he lifted a brow and the way his eyes briefly burned with amusement gave her hope.
And then he quickly made her forget everything.
Nudging her thighs apart, he took his weight on his forearms and moved over her.
He teased her with just the tip of his erection, and its weight alone was enough to alarm her.
Breath shot out of her as he allowed the tip to catch just a little way inside her, but when he pulled back, the sense of loss she felt was intense.
Which was surely what he’d intended, she suspected.
“You’re so wet and so tight,” he murmured.
“Are you surprised?”
Alexei’s answer was to kiss her deeply and catch inside her again, and this time, he didn’t pull back.
Taking Amber was a feeling like no other.
He was surprised he could feel anything beyond the purely physical, but possessing her was primal and made him feel all sorts of things, chief amongst which was the desire to pleasure her.
And to fuck like a madman. It took everything he had to hold back.
She was so hot and tight and wet, and so hungry for him.
She was clinging to him with fingers turned to steel, begging in words he doubted she ever used, to fuck her harder and faster as she worked her body frantically with his.
When he was practically out of his mind with the need for release, she demanded more, turning him on like no woman ever had.
They might not have known each other for long, but had fit heaven and hell into that time.
“You’re insatiable,” he commented against her lips.
“Says you,” she teased him, sounding as pleased as he felt.
“That deserves a reprimand, at the very least,” he commented.
“I certainly hope so,” she agreed.
He brought her on top of him, and when she raised her hips for him, he took the greatest pleasure in rendering her plump buttocks pink, while she writhed against his other hand until she came twice more.
“How many times is that?” she asked him.
He was tempted to say he’d lost count, but it was easier to start moving again.
Arranging her to suit them both, he took her deep and slow, rotating his hips until she forgot the question. Moments later, she was frantic for release. He gave it to her and made sure she enjoyed every second, to the last pulse of pleasure.
“What do you think about? To hold on, I mean,” she asked him later.
“Seriously? Polo matches mostly—match tactics, and which ponies to use for which chukka.”
“Oh.”
“You seem disappointed?”
“Not at all. It’s just that I need it again,” she admitted.
“Polo turns you on?”
“Does that please you?” Her eyes were wide and sincere.
“That is where we’re heading next,” he reminded her. “The public part of my life is all about polo.”
“I’d almost forgotten,” she admitted. Turning in his arms, she stared into his eyes. “Do you like that part of your life best?”
“Like it? I love it,” he freely admitted.
“You sound very passionate?”
“And you can’t stop asking questions, can you? So I’d better distract you,” he teased, stroking her. “Again?” he suggested.
“If you’ve got time?”
He had all the time in the world for Amber, tonight, at least.
Taking hold of him, she settled him inside her and worked him hard. After a while, he changed position, bringing her beneath him so they could both watch. It turned him on to see how aroused that made her.
They came together noisily with a huge amount of relief for both of them, but especially for him. “Any longer and I would have fucked you into next week and back,” he admitted as he collapsed on the bed alongside her.
Amber pulled a comic face of misery. “Are you trying to say there’s no chance of that now?”
He turned his head. “Are you disappointed?”
“What do you think?” she said.
Reaching out, he traced her cheek with his forefinger. “I think you’re a bad influence on me.”
“I’m a bad influence on you?” She laughed softly, contentedly. “It’s you who’s the bad influence. I’m very happy to have to inform you that you’re an extremely bad man.”
When Amber woke the next morning, the first thing on her mind was more of the same.
“Can’t you pause long enough for me to say good morning?” Alexei reprimanded when she reached for him.
She shook her head. “No.”
He laughed, and, pressing her knees back, sank deep.
They eventually made it to the shower, where they fucked like rabbits.
Shaking his head in mock disapproval when she stopped him getting out, he took her again, buffeting her repeatedly against the cool marble wall until she screamed her release.
It was like the first time all over again, judging by her body’s responses.
“Better now?” he murmured when she sucked in some much-needed air.
“That should get me through the next five minutes.”
He laughed and made no objection when she nestled her face against his chest. Fighting off feelings where Alexei was concerned was getting harder all the time.
“Do you want to sleep some more?” he asked as he carried her back to bed.
“Certainly not,” she said with feeling. “By my watch, it’s exactly seven o’ clock. Amber Smith. Reporting for duty. Sir!”