“Good,” he growls and pulls my shorts down as he lowers onto his belly and buries his face in my core.
I arch my back and bow off the swing as I look up at the stars. He knows just how I like it and is giving me what I need and want. I cry into the night and lock my fingers in his hair.
By the time he’s finished feasting, I’m soaking wet and panting for air. However, he’s not done even after my fifth orgasm or was that seven? LaSalle climbs my body slowly and enters me just as slow as I cling to his shoulders and cry out.
Lacing his fingers with mine, he groans as he sets a sensual rhythm and tightens his hands against mine. I lock my legsaround his waist and flow with his movements as he guides the way.
“LaSalle,” I gasp as he starts to hit my spot over and over while picking up the pace.
“Stay with me. I’ve got you. You feel so fucking good, baby.
“Keep coming for me. Oh, yes, grab me with that tight pussy. Squeeze me, let me feel you.”
“Yes, you’re so hard. Right there. I’m coming.”
He releases one of my hands and reaches to palm my breast with it. I lie beneath him, panting and whimpering as he dips his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.
I begin to see stars and I’m not talking about the ones above us. It’s so good, I wrap my arms around him and bury my face into his neck as I sob his name and beg for more.
He doesn’t disappoint. Instead, he pulls out, rolls me onto my side, and reenters me as he holds my leg up in the air. My eyes roll back, and I begin to grind against him, greedy for more even though he’s thrusting deeply.
“God, Tasha, baby. Just like that. I can’t get enough of you.
“Do you feel how hard you make me? You are all I ever want. I can’t breathe without you,” he breathes then groans loudly in my ear.
We continue to make love beneath the stars for hours. The night air like a warm blanket of protection. When we’re finally spent and sated, he releases the canopy, pulls me into his arms, and we fall fast asleep.
CHAPTER 40
Flipping Tables
Tasha
“You talk too much,”Misha says to Vlad.
Vlad and Alexei have been working Misha’s last nerve as they taunt him. This shows how much they have become a part of our world. The two are usually short, if not silent.
If you think Misha is out of his damn mind, these two make him look like a saint. Five or six years ago, I would have preferred to follow Misha into a confessional before trying to befriend one of them. Now they are as much family as Misha is.
I can’t hold back my laughter as Vlad and Alexei go to taunt Misha by standing on each side of his wife and planting kisses on her cheeks. Misha pulls two blades and lifts a brow at the two. They both throw their heads back in laughter, a rare gesture for the stern men.
Their faces light up, showing how gorgeous they both are. It must be in the Russian water. Crazy and gorgeous.
“Damn, I don’t even like blonds, but you two are breathtaking when you laugh,” Pam says.
“Ain’t that the truth,” someone calls out.
I turn to find Laoise ogling the two with a cheeky grin on her lips. I cover my mouth to keep from laughing. She and Cass have been in rare form tonight.
From Laoise’s rosy cheeks and her red-tipped nose, it’s clear she’s been indulging in drinks. The woman has been knocking them back with her son and nephews most of the night. I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.
“On that note, I call it night. Have calls make. Good night, my friends,” Vlad says.
“Da, same. Good night, all,” Alexei says.
A grin comes to my lips. Most of the single men have left. It’s almost time. I glance toward LaSalle’s cousins at a table of their own. They don’t look like they’re going anywhere soon.
One of the staff members brings Marco a bottle right as I have the thought. He and D’Angelo actually look like they’re settling in.
