Chapter 19 - Lilia #2
“This has got to go.”
Pulling me up like a ragdoll, he whipped the shirt over my head, smoothing his hands down the instant goosebumps that rose on my sides.
I shivered even more at his touch, but I wasn’t cold.
The opposite. I was too hot. Next, he unsnapped my bra, and I watched as he looked down at my breasts with a hunger that had me twisting beneath him.
I grabbed his hands, but he was already moving them where I wanted them to be. Cupping my breasts, he slid his warm palms down, making my nipples rise to tight nubs. With a mischievous smile, he tweaked them between his thumbs and forefingers.
I made a noise like a cat, low and menacing in my throat.
“Like that, do you?”
I could only nod, lost in sensation as he continued to tease me. Once more, I wriggled my hips, burning up and aching for that thick, hard bulge.
“In a minute,” he told me, as if he were about to go check his emails. “Let me play with your sexy little tits for another minute.”
I gasped, he growled, then dipped his head to lick me, suckling the taut peaks until I dug my fingers into his shoulders.
“Hurry,” I pleaded, not sure what I wanted him to do next.
“There will be no hurrying, my virgin bride.”
I smiled, keeping my eyes clamped shut, unable to see and feel at the same time. I loved the way he talked sometimes, melodious and poetic. I moved my hands from his shoulders, gliding my fingers through his silky hair, damp with sweat. He paused, and I opened my eyes to find him looking at me.
Feeling emboldened and brazen and like a superpowered version of myself, I pulled myself up and licked the side of his neck, pressing my naked breasts against his chest. He tasted salty, his skin hot and smooth. When I reached his jaw, stubble rasped under my tongue.
Our mouths met again in a fiery kiss, rough and searching. Then he broke free and shoved his body further down mine, grabbing the waistband of my yoga pants with his teeth.
I shimmied upwards as he tugged them down around my hips. Still sweaty, they clung to my legs, and he muttered a few choice swear words as he gave up using his teeth and grabbed each side in one of his big hands. They were off, thrown across a weight bench three feet away.
His eyes honed in on my panties as he grabbed my legs and pushed them wide. I gasped at the intensity there, and gasped again when he plunged his face between my thighs and tore them away with his teeth.
“You really are a beast,” I said.
“Shall I stop?” he asked, his mouth hot against my flesh. He chuckled when I violently shook my head.
This was happening. I couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t stop it. There was no power on earth that would have made me stop pulling and pushing on his hair as he moved closer and closer…
I cried out at the first swipe of his tongue against my swollen nub. He made a rumbling noise that vibrated against me. I pushed my hips up, pressing my wet heat against his mouth.
The overhead lights blurred out of focus, the ceiling moldings wavered like they were made of water instead of wood.
He licked me up, down, around, and around.
The feelings overwhelmed me. I wanted more, but at the same time, it was too much.
And at the same time as that, it wasn’t enough.
I flopped like a landed fish under the onslaught of his tongue.
He finally grabbed my hips, holding me in place, working my body until it seemed like something would burst. And then it did.
The grandest fireworks display paled in comparison.
There was no surprise on earth that would have made me gasp with more force.
I melted into the mat, my hands falling from his hair, my arms overcooked and limp at my sides.
I panted, staring unseeing at the ceiling as the last waves of pure pleasure washed over me. The dreams sure didn’t prepare me for this.
“Oh my God,” I finally managed to say when Gavril rested his chin on the top of my thigh.
Lifting my heavy head to look down at him, he looked as shellshocked as I felt, but still gave me a wicked grin when our eyes met.
“But wait, there’s more,” he said.
I laughed, reaching for his shoulders to pull him back up to me. I was still laughing as his mouth met mine and his fingers tangled in my hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, rising up to slide his hands down over my shoulders.
He gripped my waist, shaking his head in admiration—almost awe. To have a man like Gavril look at me that way made me feel even tinier than I was, but also as strong as an .
“So damn beautiful,” he said again, his hands moving lower.
My eyes followed, resting on the heavy bulge straining against his workout pants. The white tank top was rumpled, but still clung to his hard pecs and flat abs. I tugged at it, whining like a child who was denied candy.
He laughed and flung it off, his hands moving down my body again as I feasted my eyes. Every inch of him was chiseled and carved of smooth, bronzed skin and hard muscle. I traced the lines of his abs with my fingers, working up the nerve to move lower where that thick rod pulsed beneath his pants.
I squeaked when his fingers slid inside me, and my eyes shot to his. He looked down, watching as he moved his fingers in and out, biting his lower lip in concentration or restraint.
I didn’t want him to have restraint. I grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged, slipping my hand inside. I wrapped my fingers around the hot, smooth shaft, groaning when I felt it jump in my hand, slippery and wet at the tip.
It was huge. My heart rate kicked up a notch, and I froze, my hand still in place. He looked up from teasing me with his fingers and caught my eyes. My gaze flicked down to the real beast in the room, the giant cock in my hand.
“I will fit perfectly,” he promised, leaning down to kiss me.
I believed him, mostly because he was driving me to the brink of that delightful madness again. Teasing and toying with me, making me squirm underneath him. His lips and fingers worked magic that made all my fears disappear.
“Hurry,” I told him for the second time. “Please, hurry.”
He looked exactly the way he looked after one of my movie picks, and he was about to start arguing. I tightened my grip and moved my hand slowly up and down, reveling in the way his eyes turned fiery. The fight was going out of him.
“Right now,” I said, my breath coming in harsh pants. “Right now, Gavril.”
I never commanded anyone in my life. But it worked. Or what I was doing with my hand worked.
He grabbed my hips and yanked me close. I locked my legs around him, moaning at the first pressure as he pushed slowly inside me. A feral noise escaped his lips. He was doing everything in his power to keep his promise.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I breathed, sliding my hands up his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not. At. All.”
Then he was inside me, hard and deep, stretching me to limits I didn’t think possible. I held my breath as he stayed still a moment, and let it out when he began to move, sinuously and slowly.
I had crossed the line and had no idea of ever jumping back. This was where I wanted to be. The only thing I wanted. He said my name, making me hold on tighter. He kissed me beneath the ear, making me gasp. If this were the last thing I ever did, that would be fine with me.
I was gone. There was only Gavril’s hard body, warm breath on my neck, hands running through my hair.
He moved faster, plunged deeper, lifting my hips as I clung to him, really just hanging on. I moaned into his shoulder, bit him, as frenzied as he was as he pounded deep and hard.
“Scream,” he said, finding my swollen, needy nub.
I screamed. He roared, thrusting a final time as new, stronger waves crashed over me. I wasn’t going to drown, not when he fell onto my chest and held on tight as the final spasm shook me.
I was still lost in that swirling sea when Gavril kissed my forehead and rolled onto the mat beside me. He hurriedly pulled me close as cool air brushed my sweaty skin. We lay there in silence except for our labored breathing.
“That was something,” he finally said.
“Something good? I asked, half-teasing, half hungry for compliments.
He took my face in his big hands and kissed me until I clung to him again. “Something good,” he agreed, deadpan as he pulled away.
I laughed and snuggled up as he wrapped his arms around me.
Everything had changed. For better or for worse, I couldn’t say, and at the moment, I wasn’t thinking about it at all.