Page 46 of Lord of Justice

"We should do that," I say.

Despite my name, I amnodainty flower, so when he lifts me, bunching up my skirt, wrapping my legs around his waist and bolts up the stairs, two at a time, I am astounded. I knew those smooth suits covered sculpted muscle, but holy god. He sets me down next to the window seat that overlooks the harbor, the glass is still warm from the late summer sunset. His long fingers find the zipper on the side of the dress and pull it down, slipping it off me and tossing it to the side.

I stifle a yelp as the room tilts and my ass is suddenly on the cushioned window seat and Andrey's shoving his broad shoulders between my thighs, spreading them wide, the pull in my tendons is sharp. He tears off my undies with a careless disregard that is so not him.

"I'd expect you to hook a finger in my undies, and maybe pull them aside," I wheeze. "No. Instead, you take those two giant bear claws that you call hands and tear them in half?"

Ignoring me, he pulls the pieces impatiently off of me and leans closer. For the first time, there's no calculation in his gaze, he just looks greedy andoh,it's a good look for him because he buries his mouth between my legs, his hot, greedy tongue lashing my clitoris and my center.

His arms impatiently wrap around my thighsand pull me forward, I let out a little"Eep!"I've wanted to run my hands through his hair since we got married, maybe yank on it when I was pissed. Sliding my fingers through it now, it feels thick and gorgeously soft. An experimental tug sends another growl rumbling through his chest and it vibrates against me.

Andrey is moving slowly now, I think he's learning me; what makes me gasp, what makes me moan and arch my hips higher as his tongue and teeth suck and swirl and nibble until my slick is flowing down my thighs and it's too late to be embarrassed because he looks up, his dark eyes intent on mine and says, "It's time to come."

Lips fasten around my clitoris, his teeth tugging slightly and oh, yeah. It's time. Whether I want to or not and I let out a scream. The energy sizzling between my legs, arching up my spine, making my skin tingle isnothinglike the weak ones I've attempted with my own fingers. This is fast and brutal. My thighs spasm, tightening against his arms and he sucks me through it, moving down to stick his tongue inside me.

"I want to see you," I croak.

His pants are off in seconds, dress shoes and socks going with them and he's standing there in the dark in black boxer briefs, and his erection isright in front of my faceand it's fucking gigantic.

Oh, shit.

Carefully, I put my hand over it, tracing the length with my fingers and he groans, long and low. Pressing my nose against him, I feel the heat coming off his cock. It's throbbing and it swells harder against my cheek. With a growl, he hooks his hands under my arms and hauls me up. "We're not doing that right now," he says, carrying me over to the bed. "There's so much I want to do for you." He settles between my thighs. "More specifically,toyou." His long fingers glide along my thighs, circle around my pussy, squeezing my breasts, cupping them and then pushing a thumb under my chin so I'm forced to look at him.

"What I told you in the car was the truth," he rasps. "You are themostbeautiful woman." He kisses me as I feel his hand go between my legs, one finger slides inside me slowly. I'm slick, and incredibly wet, so it's easy. He strokes it in and out of me a couple of times before he adds a second. Now, I canfeelthe sting and stretch, but his kissing and murmurs about how beautiful I am, and how good I feel, makes the sting feel like less, until he scissors his fingers inside me, spreading me and there's definitely a burn.

"We need to stretch this perfect cunt so I can get my cock inside you," he says, kissing the soft skin of my inner thigh. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Liar," I say breathlessly, "I can see it in your eyes, youknowthis is going- oh, fuck!" He presses both fingers against the front wall of my channel and Ifeelit. "How did you find it so fast? I've only managed to find that spot once, and…" His fingertips rub softly in a circular motion and then press hard against the little rough patch. Tears roll down my cheeks and when he presses his thumb against my clitoris at the same time the pressure is too much. My legs are kicking mindlessly and I come again, staring at his beautiful face, wide-eyed and panting.

Andrey gently pulls his fingers from inside me and puts them in his mouth for a long, slow lick. "Do you know that you taste different once you've come?" He says this casually, as if he hadn't just exploded my entire world to pieces, licking the tip of his forefinger. "You're sweet at first, delicious. When you come, everything is magnified, I cantastethe heat from you."

Dazed and sex drunk, I feel the words more than understand them. His voice is deep, deeper even than usual, and it echoes in his chest, pressed against me. He gives me a smile, a quick one as he swoops closer, his eyes almost wolfish.

"I know that you're on the pill," he says.

"Of course you do." I let out a maniacal little laugh because everything inside me is still onfire.

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"I've never been inside anyone without a condom," he continues, slipping his finger inside my mouth and I taste myself.

"You're thirty-two," I mumble around his finger. "You've never?"

"Never. I want to fuck you raw. You would be my first, just like I am yours. I want to feel every squeeze from your pussy." I try to regain the power of speech but find myself nodding furiously and he chuckles. "You're going to have to speak the words, darling. I need to hear you say them."

That more than anything opens the floodgates. I slide my fingers back into his hair and moan, "Yes please I want that. But we might need some lube."

He actually laughs, a real laugh and it transforms his gorgeous face, and he drops another kiss on my lips. "I can confidently promise you, darling, we won't. You aredripping."

Going back on his heels, he peels off his boxer briefs, and I choke on my own breath when I see his dick.

"What arethese?" I run one hesitant finger along the top of his cock. There are four round, distinct bumps - not a piercing - something insertedunder the skin.

"They're pearls," he says, moving over me again. His cock is resting between us, throbbing, a heated reminder.

"Pearls? You havepearlsunder the skin of your dick?"