Chapter 28 Anika #2
“That will ensure I have control over what happens and can take things at my pace—and you won’t need to worry about pushing me too far.
I’ll know I can stop if anything feels like it’s too much.
” I smile shyly, my nerves increasing when I think about taking the reins like that.
It feels entirely too bold and completely outside my world of experience.
But it couldn’t be as terrible as abstaining from sex like we have.
“And who knows? Maybe you’ll even enjoy it,” I suggest, trying to talk up the idea with more confidence than I feel.
Amusement makes his lips twitch, and Miko presses a kiss to my stomach. “I think it’s adorable that you believe there’s even the slightest chance I wouldn’t enjoy it,” he teases. “I’m in. Let’s try it.”
“Really?” I gasp, adrenaline flooding my veins now that it’s actually going to happen. My stomach tightens with excitement, my heart skipping several beats.
“Just tell me where you want me,” he growls, slowly rising to his feet. His eyes never leave me as he grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it up over the perfect contours of his body.
Christ, he’s sexier than any man has a right to be.
“On-on the bed,” I suggest, suddenly anxious.
“Pants on or off?”
Glancing down at his thick denim jeans, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to remove them by myself once he’s lying down. “Off,” I say, then I turn abruptly to head toward the bathroom for provisions.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I decide to strip before he’s watching me.
Then I slip into a silk robe, tying it around my waist before pulling a second belt from another robe and padding back into the bedroom.
“No strip tease for me?” Miko jokes from where he reclines against the headboard, his eyes dancing.
“Behave yourself,” I warn, pointing a finger at him. “Now, give me your wrist.”
He obeys immediately, extending his long, tattooed arm toward me as I stop beside the nightstand.
Taking the silk belt, I tie one end around his wrist, then fasten the other to the bedpost, checking to make sure it’s loose enough he won’t be uncomfortable.
“Very resourceful,” he observes, watching me with a wicked grin.
“Thank you,” I say with a slight curtsey. Then I slowly untie my robe, pointedly holding his gaze as I let the silk fall open.
Air hisses past Miko’s teeth as his eyes drop to take me in, and the hunger there makes me realize he’s been missing this as much as I have.
Heat pulses between my thighs at the thought, my excitement spiking.
Feeling daring, I climb onto the bed, straddling Miko’s waist before I ask for his other hand.
He gives it up without hesitation, his eyes lingering on my face as I tie my belt around his wrist.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he observes, shifting beneath me. The deep rumble in his chest vibrates through me.
“I’m not,” I confirm, heat climbing up my neck.
“And you’re already wet for me,” he says, his eyes darkening.
Leaning over him, I guide his hand up to tie it to the far bedpost.
“Best view in the house,” he says playfully.
“Yeah?” I tease, scooting down to straddle his hips.
I slowly lower myself, my folds enveloping his cock as I trap his hard length between us. Miko’s eyes slide closed, his throat bobbing as his thick erection twitches against my clit.
Shrugging out of my robe, I drop it to the side of the bed as I rock my hips, riding the wave of pleasure that courses through my veins.
His arms flex, his wrists jerking against his restraints as if he would like nothing more than to touch me.
And when his eyes open once more, I feel my soul light on fire.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, suddenly anxious that he might not like it as much as I do.
“You have no idea,” he rasps, his voice strained with arousal.
Biting my lip, I roll my hips again, and run my hands up his gorgeous washboard abs to his pecs. “Now that I’m this far in. I feel kind of silly. I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I confess.
“You’re doing just fine,” he promises, bucking his hips playfully beneath me to demonstrate how hard he is.
I yelp, a nervous giggle rushing from me.
And at the same time, warm emotion fills my chest.
I’m sure now that I’m falling in love with Miko.
I don’t have a choice in the matter, and for once, that doesn’t scare me.
What other man would let me try such a crazy idea and make me feel so desirable while I did it?
“But if you want suggestions,” he adds, a wicked twinkle in his eye, “you could come sit on my face.”
My core throbs at the suggestion.
“Like, literally?”
He chuckles deep in his belly, turning me into a puddle. “Yes, literally,” he says, scooting his hips farther down the bed.
Heat blossoms in my core as I do as he says, crawling forward to grip the headboard as I straddle his face.
Then I slowly lower myself toward his lips. Miko hums, his head lifting off the pillow to meet me.
He strokes his tongue from the back of my slit to my clit, parting my folds with his tip.
“Oh my god,” I moan, grasping the headboard harder as my hips jerk.
Then Miko’s lips close around my clit, and I cry out, grinding against Miko’s mouth for a moment before I can stop myself.
“Damn it, Anika, sit on my face,” he growls when I lift my weight back off of him.
My body responds as if of its own accord, and Miko groans his approval as my weight comes down on him.
To reward me, he licks my pussy, then plunges his tongue into my throbbing hole.
Panting with the intensity of my arousal, I roll my hips, chasing the pleasure I’ve been desperately craving all week. “Oh god, I’m coming,” I gasp, the realization shocking because I’ve never come this fast.
Miko releases a low growl, his tongue lapping faster, his facial hair tickling against my sensitive skin. Then he sucks my clit between his teeth and lightly bites down.
I explode against him, my walls throbbing as my pulse hammers against his tongue. Tingling relief washes out to my fingers and toes, a relief so heady it makes my head spin.
He doesn’t let up, either, sucking and licking me for as long as I let him.
Finally, I raise my hips.
Miko follows me up, lifting his head off the pillow and drawing out the contact as he inhales deeply, breathing in my scent. “You smell so damn good,” he growls, turning his head to kiss and nip the inside of my thigh.
“Your tongue is magical,” I murmur, sliding back down his body and leaning close so I can press my lips to his. I can taste myself on his tongue, and that makes the satisfaction so much deeper. Now that I’m more relaxed, a bold new bravery takes over. “It’s your turn,” I breathe against his lips.
Miko hums appreciatively. “I like the sound of that.”
With a coy smile, I slink my way down his body, pressing kisses against the dark artwork that paints his skin. His cock twitches as I creep past his navel, the tip jumping to brush beneath my chin.
“What are you doing, topolina?” Miko asks in a husky voice.
“Returning the favor,” I say, looking up the length of his body to meet his eyes.
Then I grasp the base of his cock and wrap my lips around his swollen tip. A bead of precum coats my tongue, salty and inviting, as I lick him.
It’s the first time I’ve gone down on Miko.
He’s never pressed the matter, and I never particularly enjoyed the act of having my throat fucked.
But when Miko’s head falls back, his biceps bulging as he grasps his makeshift restraints, a jolt of anticipation crackles up my spine.
“Fuck…” he hisses, his cock throbbing against the roof of my mouth, and I hum, relishing his reaction.
If there’s one thing I know how to do with confidence in the bedroom, it’s give a blow job.
And for once, I think I’m going to like it—even if Miko is far larger than the cock I learned with.
I take him all the way inside my mouth, swirling my tongue along the thick vein at his base, and I suck in a slow steadying breath as I relax my throat around his tip.
“Christ, Anika, I’m not going to last long at all if you keep doing that,” he groans.
The thought of making Miko come floods me with excitement, and I press my thighs together as slick arousal gushes out to coat my folds.