Chapter 26 - Gavril #2
Holding on tight, I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me so she was now lying spread along my body. With a delighted laugh that once again had me joining in, she sat up, planting her hands on my chest and looking at me like I was one of the cook’s specialties.
Throwing her head back, she pressed down hard, sliding sinuously down my body, unbuttoning my shirt, and dropping kisses on each inch of newly bared skin.
“I like to look at you,” she admitted, blushing fuchsia. She smoothed her hands up my chest and back down to rest lightly at my waistband.
“I like to look at you,” I told her, reaching to lift the hem of her shirt.
She raised her hands, and in a moment her top lay beside us.
I popped open her bra and cupped her perfect tits as they sprang free.
Where to look? Every inch of her was pure perfection.
Her eyes closed, and her head tilted back as I tweaked her nipples to tight peaks.
Then she let her head roll forward, her hair cascading over my hands as she sighed.
“I love those little sounds,” I told her, moving my hands lower.
She shook herself, snapping to attention, and grabbed my hands to stop them as I began to shove her pants down her hips.
“Please wait,” she whispered, sliding further down my body.
She stopped when her chin rested against my waistband, and with a lascivious smile that had me jumping against the zipper, she popped the button and slowly began to lower the zipper.
Her shoulders trembled as she pushed my boxer briefs down, and her eyes were wide as my cock bounced into her eager, waiting hand.
I let out a groan that made a bird in a nearby tree take off into the air. Lilia was too serious now to giggle, watching intently as she stroked my cock, slowly, deliberately, as if she were mentally taking notes.
“You’re doing amazing,” I said.
She snickered, as if embarrassed that I guessed her thoughts, then dipped down to shock the hell out of me by swiping her tongue across my tip.
Holy fuck. My hands flew to her hair, but she shook me off, taking every inch into her mouth, moaning as she pulled back.
Her eyes darted up to mine, and it was the first time I saw her be smug.
Well deserved. She was driving me crazy.
“Is it really okay?” she asked, running her tongue in a circle before gulping me down again.
Little minx. “I have never enjoyed anything more,” I told her honestly.
Her tentative movements were mixed with bursts of confidence, clumsiness, and eagerness, combined to have me tearing up handfuls of the grass around me. “One more second,” I grunted. “Then play time’s over.”
She turned her eyes to me and pouted around my cock. “Why? This is fun.”
I did some difficult mental math, thought about grisly murders, anything to hang on. “Because I want to fuck you, Lilia,” I ground out through gritted teeth.
She shivered and dragged her teeth along my tender flesh as she finally gave up her new toy. “I’m more than happy to do that some more later,” I said, sitting up and whipping her onto my lap. “But right now I’ve got to be inside your hot little pussy.”
The yoga pants almost didn’t make it, but she squealed that she wouldn’t have anything to wear back to the house. So I didn’t rip them off, but they were never going to fit well again after all the stretching and tugging I did.
“Those are outlawed from now on,” I said, lightly spanking one taut ass cheek, then the other. “Just little skirts and no panties.”
She bounced on my lap, nearly knocking me back in the grass. I held on tighter, lifting her hips, then bringing her down to slide into her wet heat. I groaned as she gasped, hanging on tight to my shoulders.
“Bounce for me some more,” I urged.
She leaned back just enough for our eyes to lock. Her hair was pale against the trees, fast becoming dark silhouettes in the fading light. “This is so…” she trailed off, kissing me when she found herself lost for words.
I could think of a dictionary’s worth of ways to describe what it was. But I was preoccupied with her tongue in my mouth, and loving every second.
“You’re getting wild,” I said.
She grinned and made a noise like a cracking whip. “Maybe I can tame you.”
It was as close as we could ever get to admitting we were enemies. I didn’t want her thinking any further along those lines and pulled her down hard, filling her until she gasped.
“Tell me you’re mine, Lilia, and maybe I’ll be tamed.”
She shook her head, trembling in my arms since I wouldn’t let her move the way she craved. If she was going crazy, I was already there. Finally, she dug her fingernails into my shoulders and jerked out of my tight grasp, riding me with a frenzy that I wasn’t about to fight.
As she came down hard and fast on my cock, she shoved me backwards into the grass, kissing me hard when my head hit the ground. In another second, I had her rolled onto her back, her legs clamped around my hips, and driving deep.
Her cry scared another bird out of one of the trees, and her breathless laugh was cut off when I found her clit and circled the swollen nub while ramming hard a final time.
I hollered as her tight channel nearly choked my cock, spent inside her.
Her hands moved like butterflies, unsure where to land, finally falling to the grass.
I found myself resting against her heaving chest, soft moans rustling my hair.
A cool breeze washed over us, and she shivered but held on when I tried to move.
I turned to kiss her neck, not quite sure what happened, and feeling as drunk as if I’d taken ten consecutive punches or drank way too much vodka.
That was all, Lilia. My shy little fawn, holding me in place against her trembling body.
This time, I had no desire to stop it and kissed her again.
It only seemed like a few minutes that we were tangled up with each other, but now the sun had set, and only a faint red glow on the horizon kept us from being plunged into total darkness.
Finally, she loosened her grasp, and I rolled off, lying beside her with the grass jabbing at my naked thighs. “Get on me if you’re uncomfortable,” I said.
Her hair tickled my cheek as she shook her head. “I’m fine. Look.”
I turned to follow her gaze straight overhead. It was only dusk, the sky not yet midnight black, only a hazy purple color. A bright star still managed to make itself visible despite the hovering smog and light pollution of the city below us. I stopped short of telling her to make a wish.
Who knew what she’d ask the heavens for.
She snuggled in closer to me at the next breeze, but made no move to get up. I was content where I was, too. As volatile as things were between us, the slightest change might set off another argument. Just thinking about reality brought it crashing down around us. My phone rang.
“Don’t,” she said, barely above a whisper.
“Bad stuff might be happening,” I said, reaching for my pants to get my phone out of the pocket. “I’ll just make sure—”
Damn it. It was Benedikt. I had to answer it.
“Do not tell me any bad news,” I said, sliding my hand apologetically down Lilia’s creamy thigh before jumping up and striding down the row of orange trees to listen to what he had to say.
“Luigi knows that Lilia tried to make a run for it,” he said.
“What?” I snapped.
There was no way that could be possible unless someone from my household security team had leaked it. No one at the meeting, not even my own men, knew why I left, only that there was trouble I needed to deal with.
“Did the guard she stabbed make it back from the hospital?” Benedikt asked.
Still buck naked, I moved further from where Lilia now sat up, staring after me into the darkness. “He never went,” I replied in a low voice. “I sent him to my personal doc.”
“You might not be paying that guy enough,” he said. “Or your guard was pissed off enough to talk. I don’t know how it leaked. I also don’t know if they’ve finally got your location.”
I froze, turning to walk swiftly back to Lilia’s side, as if an army might breach the walls at any second. “Find out,” I said, not needing to tell him just how urgent this was.
After ending the call, Lilia started pulling her clothes on, handing me the pieces that belonged to me as she found them. “Is everything okay?” she asked in an anxious voice.
For once, this had nothing to do with her family’s safety or stopping an attack against them. Now the threat might be aimed squarely at Lilia. I kept my tone neutral, glad that the darkness concealed the fear that was surely written all over my face.
“Everything’s fine,” I said, gripping her arm a little too tightly. Nothing was fine. Far from it. “It’s cold. Let’s get inside.”