Chapter 16 #3
Of course he ignores that too. “Right now we need to clear up something before we can continue our lessons.” His grip on me tightens, his fingers digging into my puckered skin, and I whimper when he thrusts his pelvis into me, trapping me between the wall and his hard chest while a wild look settles on his features, promising me nothing good.
The energy around us changes at once, becoming charged with lust and longing.
“I don’t have a routine when it comes to sex because a routine would have required for me to bring someone home, and I’ve never done that.
” I gasp when his fingers sink into my flesh harder, his voice turning husky and furious.
“And I wouldn’t know what an awkward morning after is either. Never spent the night with anyone.”
He presses me into the wall as more steam rises around us, and my stomach flips while burning sensations spread into my veins.
“You denied me the right to wake up next to you this morning, moy cvetochek.” He shifts closer, the tip of his thick length brushing against my clit, and I gulp when he tips my chin, danger and hunger flashing in his orbs.
“If you’d stayed in my bed, I would have taught you a new thing.
” His lips hover over my ear as he whispers into it.
“Morning sex. Never tried it myself, but I would have loved to feast on this beautiful body with the sun shining brightly and showing me all its beauty.” He bites on my earlobes and then sucks into the flesh, making me moan as goose bumps break on my skin.
“This pretty throat,” he caresses it up and down, “would have been hoarse from all your screams before I’d fill it with my cock and let you play with it. ”
Desire shoots straight to my clit at the thought and I can feel him smile against my neck when his lips drift lower and he scrapes his teeth on my shoulder.
“You would have loved that, wouldn’t you, moy cvetochek?
To stake your final claim on me.” His other hand drops to my nape and he threads his fingers in my hair, tugging on it until I expose my neck to his blazing touch. “Because you’re mine.”
“It was a one-time thing. Nothing else,” I protest weakly, begging my rational mind to give me all the reasons to push him away and demand he gets out of my home.
The man invited himself into my home—no, worse! Into my bathroom without my permission. It should make all kinds of alarm bells go off in my head and warn me that he might be…what?
A stalker?
Can he be considered a stalker if I’m practically dry humping him right now?
“This is wrong. We’re wrong.”
Trailing his lips to mine, our breaths mingle, and he challenges, “Is it, moy cvetochek?” Nudging on my chin he opens my mouth wide as the water trickles inside right before he traps my whimper and surprised gasp in his throat when he dives his tongue inside.
He locks us in a deep, probing, toe-curling kiss that destroys all my reservations and serves akin to gasoline on the flames.
My hands fall on his hips as I sway toward him, my body drumming with anticipation when his length presses into me, my core dampening as he explores my mouth in even strokes that are meant to drive his point across.
There is no running away from this.
I groan in protest when turns me around and drags us under the hot spray, the water intolerable because it feels as if I’m burning from the inside out already.
He forces me to lean on his chest, removing my hair, and grabs the soap.
“Lavender for my Lavender. It explains why you always smells like flowers.” He rubs it all over my stomach, creating a lather before putting the soap away and starting to wash me, his touch soft and gentle, which is such a contrast to his rigid body and the hard-on digging into my back.
“Relax, moy cvetochek.” He kneads my curves, washing all traces of soap away, leaving invisible imprints all over me and teaching it anew to only crave and recognize his touch.
Relax?
I thought once I had sex it would be easier to control the arousal, but when you finally know what intimacy with another person truly entails?
You realize you crave it even more and my thighs clamp, wishing to relive some of the pressure.
“Here.” He grabs my hand and peels it away from his hip, placing it on my core, and orders, “Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not around, baby.
” Too far gone to care or feel embarrassed, I sob in relief when fingers enter me and wince a little because I’m still sore from last night.
My strained muscles adjust easily, eager to satisfy this yearning.
“Careful, Lavender. Let me help you.” His hands skim upward until he cups my breasts as if weighing them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and a shot of electricity travels through me.
My nails cut into his hip. “What are you doing?” My hand feels like a poor substitute for him. It intensifies the ache but does nothing to relieve it.
Is this why he wanted me to do it? To show me that I’m already addicted to him?
He pinches my nipples. “Teaching you a new lesson.” That’s all the warning I get before he pushes me forward and spins me around, and I’m pressed back against the cold tile again.
“What lesson is that?”
Dipping his head, he flicks his tongue over my nipple before sucking on it, and my back arches upward, offering myself to him, and he takes the invitation greedily.
He moves his wet mouth to my other breast and repeats the action as his length nudges into my clit, and the pleasure enveloping me is almost too much.
Even my skin feels like a foreign object.
His wicked tongue, wandering lips, and rough pulls. All these things combined drive me farther down the abyss calling my name and urging me to let go so I can erupt in the sweetest of surrender.
He lets go of my breast with a loud pop and steps back a little, the water hitting his back as he serves as this solid rock between me and the world. “Make-up sex.”
I blink at this. “Make-up sex,” I repeat, and why does it send a thrill down my spine and why do my toes curl into the tile?
“Never tried it myself, so I guess it will be a new lesson for both us, won’t it?” He grips his cock and my gaze zeroes in on his hard length, the view setting everything inside me aflame once again while I wish to trace the thick, pulsing vein with my tongue.
He strokes his hard length from base to tip, my insides clenching at the sight of his precum coating the head and I lick my lips, imagining his taste.
My nails dig into his chest and he hisses through his teeth, “Eager are we, moy cvetochek? What do you want?” His splayed hand settles on my stomach and he drifts it lower until he covers me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit, and I gasp at the thousands of tickling sensations surrounding me, inflaming the lust polluting my mind.
“Ah, Lavender. Look at you dripping for your man.” He rubs his middle finger over my center, circling around the entrance but barely entering, magnifying the maddening need.
“Your pussy had me only for one night and it already begs for it.” I rise to my tiptoes, and if he just applies more pressure on my clit I could…
I whimper in frustration when his touch is gone and our gazes clash as a wicked smile curves his mouth. “No, moy cvetochek. Your pussy needs a little bit more attention before I fuck you hard and remind you to never run away from me again. Because you. Are. Mine.”
He sinks to his knees, nudging my thighs apart and placing one of my legs over his shoulder, desire slamming into me in waves when his hot breath fans my core as he opens me up to his view.
My core clenches, the throb adding to the yearning consuming me, and the pressure builds.
“I don’t think—” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and wanting to push him away, but instead I pull him forward, lifting my hips to him.
“Oh God,” I cry out when his lips land on me, dragging his tongue up and down my folds before catching my clit, and suckling on it hard.
Everything in me burns, each lick and flick adding fuel to the already blazing fire, demanding only one thing.
My surrender and complete pleasure that would bring relief to my starving body that requires his touch.
The heal of my foot digs into his back when he drives first one then two fingers inside me and I hold on to his hair for balance as he slides his tongue back and forth over me.
The pain mixes with pleasure, creating a heady combination that increases the pressure in my lower belly, the fire nipping at me as a tremor runs all over me.
He removes his fingers and then opens me wide when he stabs his tongue inside me, soothing the earlier sting as heat zips through me, followed by hot waves that have nothing to do with the steam.
I start to rock, finding friction, and he grunts into my flesh as he devours me.
“Levi, I need to come,” I beg, and yank at his hair, earning myself a groan. The vibration shoots straight to my clit and I barely resist the urge to press his whole face against me.
“No, no,” I muter when he drags his tongue over my folds before skimming his mouth to the side as my clit pulses, desperate for the bliss that was within reach just a second ago.