It was warning as much as it was a tease, and before I can quip back a smartass retort, his fingers lace around my ankles and he yanks me forward, dragging me to the edge of the bed until my knees dangle over the edge.
There's something oddly powerful watching a man like this sink down to his knees in front of me, but I quickly forget about that as his wicked mouth fuses over my sex again. He teases my clitoris endlessly, once more bringing me to that precipice of release only for him to stop and do something different.
This time, with no command to keep my hands anywhere, I drive my nails into his shoulders, covering his muscled back with small red scratches as I moan and undulate beneath him. The small scrapes don’t seem to faze him, and if anything spur him on to tease me further until I'm once more struggling with words. English…Russian…it blurs together in broken sentences.
I asked him to make me forget, and he seems to be taking the task seriously.
It’s only when I think I'm about to either cry or pass out from his intense teasing that this god of a man rose from between my legs and slides his delicious body over mine.
“Please,” I gasp, feeling the swollen head of his rigid cock tease my soaking entrance.
Before I can say anything else, before I can even move to wrap my legs around his waist, he surges forward, thrusting his intimidating length fully inside of my quivering sex with one long stroke of his hips. My lips fly apart as I try to scream in ecstasy, but all I can hear is his deep, guttural groan of pleasure as he sinks into me. It’s purely animalistic, wild, and so damned sexy I can’t take it.
My release shatters around him within seconds. He groans again as my inner walls tighten and milk his cock. My orgasm is long and hard, flooding over our thighs and the sheets beneath us.
“Good girl,devochka,”he praises as I come apart, and begin to take me.Hard.
His thrusts are possessive, needy, and expertly driven. I claw at his arms, his shoulders, trying to make purchase and hang on, but all of my strength must have drained from me when I climaxed.
“Don’t stop,” I breath, feeling my lifeless arms still try to hold onto him.
My efforts are rewarded with a throaty, wickedly sexy laugh in my ear. I feel his muscular arms curl around my back and lift my hips- only serving to give him deeper access to me as he holds me to him.
“Don’t worry,devochka,”His deep voice promises as he takes complete control of my mind, my body- and hell, maybe even my spirit. “I’ve got you.”
And as my toes curl, my core spasms, and my entire body tightens toward another earth-shattering orgasm- I'm quite sure that he certainly does have me.
Chapter Five
Annika
“Oh no!” I gasp.
I bolt out of sleep and into a sitting position, instantly regretting it. Tender soreness radiates from every muscle and tendon in my body. Especially my cervix, which throbs with a heartbeat all its own. I whimper, putting a hand on my lower belly as vivid images of last night’s ecstasy flash through my mind.
Ecstasy that stole the practical parts of my mind. The parts that usually say,hey, let’s put a condom on.
My body throbs with post coital soreness slash bliss and my head throbs from innumerable shots of vodka. I slowly look around the suite’s bedroom, the small movement agony. It’s empty, and I wonder for a moment if last night was possibly just a fevered dream. After all, it was my wildest fantasies that had come true. This time it wasn’t some half-educated muscle-bound jock that barely knew what he was doing.
No, this time it was aman.A gorgeous, real man, who knew exactly how to walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. Knew how to be dominant and demanding without sounding like a total dick.
Now he's gone. Disappeared without a trace. Save for the ache he caused within me and the scent of a yummy, masculine cologne that wafts from the sheets as I flop back down into the pillows.
No name. No means to find him again. Not that it matters. It’s not like I can do this again. I have a wedding coming up. A wedding that will leave me tied to a total stranger.
With a sigh, I slowly ease myself back up again, and begin looking for my phone. To my surprise I find it on the bedside table along with two aspirin and a bottle of vitamin water. My phone is plugged into its charger that had been stuffed into the side pocket of her suitcase. A suitcase I hadn’t bothered to unpack before going out to the bars, and certainly didn’t unpack when I came back with my mystery man.
He must have found my charger for me. And set out the water and aspirin too. So. He does exist.
Unable to help myself, I smile as I pick up the aspirin and water, take the pills, and then open my phone.
“Alright Google,” I murmur, typing into the search bar, “Show me my birth control. Am I picking up a Plan B?”
I really don’t want to. The last time I took one it made me nauseous for days and kickstarted a particularly heavy and painful period.
I open the first link that pops up and quickly read the article, finding a99%effective rate when the prescribed was in their follicular phase. Mentally I count the days since my last period, and breathe a sigh of relief when I realize I’m still within it.
Good. No Plan B needed.
