"It's hard for me to not grab you. Come here."
"Hey, I am issuing the orders here," I assert, though I am already maneuvering onto the bed and over him. My body naturally gravitates toward him. It’s been that way since the beginning. Killian's eyes drop to my boobs that sway. I don't stop until I'm over him, my mouth brushing his. I feel so damn powerful in this position and thankful that he’s allowing me to take control. It only proves how good of a partner he is and a reminder that I need to husband him as soon as possible.
"Zolotse—" There is a hint of warning in his tone, but it doesn't faze me.
"What?" I nip at his lip and then swipe my tongue across the spot. Knowing how much he wants me makes me more bold and less shy. “I’m only exploring my man.” His hands grip my ass in a firm hold.
“My control isn’t good when it comes to you.”
“You’re really good for my ego.” I nip his lip again.
“I want to be good for everything for you.” This man can melt me so easily, and I don’t think he’s trying to lay smooth lines on me either. He’s simply stating facts.
"You are," I say, running my finger down his jaw. "Let me be good to you." I kiss him before he can tell me I already am. When I lift my mouth from his, I kiss along his jaw, the same as he does to me. I work my way down, stopping at his nipple, and I circle it with my tongue. I feel his whole body tighten and then relax. I peek up at him and notice how heavily he's breathing."I'm not trying to tease, I promise." His eyes slightly narrow on me. "Okay, maybe a little, but I have a goal in mind."
I scoot farther down, trailing kisses as I go. I don't stop until I'm sitting on his thighs. I brush my mouth across the top of his pants as my fingers go for the button.
“Zolotse?” Killian audibly swallows. “Are you?—?”
“Am I what?” I say innocently, batting my lashes at him, popping the button of his pants at the same time.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are?” Now that, does have heat rising to my cheeks. I pull down his zipper. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Sweetheart.” I grab the pants near the pockets and yank. He slightly raises his hips so that I can get them down his legs. “I want to do this.” I lick my lips again, seeing the bulge that's begging to be freed. “I want to taste you." A string of Russian words leaves him, and I don’t have a clue what he’s saying, but it’s still crazy hot. I slide over so that I’m straddling one of his thighs. Pressing my sex against it.
I slip my fingers into the top of his boxer briefs and pull them down. Killian's cock springs free. I wrap my hand around it, the head red and angry, and a drop of cum forms on the tip.
"I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm going to go with it."
"You can do whatever you want to me." His words come out strangled. When I lean down, Killian reaches up and grabs the headboard. I smirk right before I lick the tip, tasting him.
"Go on, Zolotse, rub your pussy against me while you suck me off."
"Killian." His filthy words make me grow wetter. A bit of his Russian accent is bleeding through. I rock my hips.
"That's it," he encourages. Killian goes to say something else, but I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, making the words die on his tongue and a groan rip free instead.
I go slowly at first, swiping my tongue around the tip, more cum leaking.
"I'm not going to last," he says low through clenched teeth. I think back to all the things I've read in dirty books and relax my throat to take more of him into my mouth. The sounds coming from Killian spur me on, and I start to work up and down his cock, rocking my hips with the motion, my clit grinding against his thick thigh.
Hell, I don't think I'm going to last either. I'm teetering on the edge already. Killian calls me by name, and I lock my eyes on him slightly, telling him I want it. Killian's jaw flexes, and the headboard groans as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow over and over.
Killian’s release explodes into my mouth. I drink him down and keep going. The sounds he makes are addictive, and I'm so close too.
I cry out, and he grabs me, suddenly pinning me to the bed. His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling them open and burying his face there, his mouth covering my mound. I grip the sheets as he licks and sucks, making me writhe under him before the orgasm slams into me.
I scream out his name, my hips bucking. Killian greedily drinks me down, wanting every drop of my pleasure. It's his to have after all, along with the rest of me.
Chapter Twenty
KILLIAN
Icould watch her for hours. Right now, I’m admiring her thick lashes that kiss the tops of her cheeks. My Zolotse appears every bit the angel I know she is. Last night blew my mind. I know that I could never live without her. I can’t go back to where I was. I won’t.
That means I can’t fuck this up. I need to deal with Tristan. Slowly I slip from bed, careful not to wake my girl. She needs her rest after we did a repeat performance last night. I grab my boxer briefs off the floor and yank them on, trying to get my hard-on under control.
I find my jeans, not bothering to button them before I snag my phone and head to the other side of the suite. I know he's been trying to reach me, but I kept putting him off. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do at this point.
