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But Levan.
Oh, my God, Levan.
He screwed my brains out! All freaking night long. In positions I didn’t even know it was possible to get into.
It actually felt as if my brains had dropped somewhere on the floor. My head felt light and strange. I rolled my shoulders in circular movements, my whole body still felt hot and flushed with the after waves of unbelievable pleasure.
And my heart … it wanted to burst.
I couldn’t believe how much I had allowed him to do to me last night. He had had his head between my legs and his mouth on my sex. No man had ever even wanted to do that to me. Especially not the way he had done. He had eaten me out as if he was starving for me. His tongue had dug inside of me as deep as it would go.
Oh, God!
We didn’t use a condom. I frowned at the memory. The other bad news was I had absolutely no recollection of saying goodnight or how I had got under the duvet. The moment he’d made me come for the fifth or sixth time, I must either have fallen asleep or passed out. The latter was scarier.
I heard the shower stop … I quickly dove back onto my side of the bed and pulled the duvet up to my shoulders.
For some weird reason the impending confrontation with him made me nervous. What if like Lincoln, he had permanently lost the desire for more sex with me. While I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to do it again. Actually, right now.
My stomach burned with heat and my breath shortened at the sudden ache between my thighs.
The door to the room opened and instead of behaving like a sophisticated woman who was sexily waking up to her lover, I squeezed my eyes shut like an idiot and stopped breathing. I heard his footsteps approach. There was still time to open my eyes and stop being a fool, but my eyelids wouldn’t work.
He stopped at the bed. “I know you’re awake, Bianca,” he murmured.
Damnit, there was amusement in his voice.
“You’re awfully still. Wave your hand or something if you want me to leave without a word, so that you can run out without having to face me.”
I still didn’t move. Shit. How did I get out of this one gracefully?
“Okay then, I guess you want me to leave,” he said.
I shook my head so hard he burst into laughter, and I hated him for it.
I opened my eyes and my mouth went dry. A small towel was draped around his lean hips, water droplets still clung to his body, and his eyes were full of desire. He wanted me. He still wanted me.
He reached out a hand and grasping the edge of the duvet, he yanked it off me. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed hard at the sight of me on the bed. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. His large hands closed around my thighs. For a second he did nothing, then he opened them wide. “Jesus, look how swollen you are,” he breathed and leaning forward, he swiped his hot, eager tongue all the way up my slit.
I gasped with shock and pleasure when he speared me with it. He got on the bed and using his tongue as a piston he tongue-fucked me. Just when I thought I would die with all the delicious sensations flooding my body, he sucked my whole pussy into his mouth.
I was so sensitive from everything he had done to me last night, I nearly screamed. My body arched and my fingers were rakes in his silky hair. He slowed down then, and began to gently suck and eat me out. It was a glorious feeling. When my climax came, there was no way I could stop the scream that came from deep inside me. I shook and trembled as he held on and continued to lap on my juices.
Finally, when he had licked me completely clean, he stood.
I could see he had a massive hard-on, but to my surprise, he didn’t want to act on it.
He pulled at the duvet that slightly covered me, and said, “Come and join me for breakfast when you’re ready. I have some questions to ask you about your father.” Then he went to the next room, which must be his dressing room.
I heard him move around for a few minutes, the sound of a door closing, then silence. He was gone. I stretched my sore limbs before throwing the luxurious comforter off me and rising.
I jumped out of bed, wrapped myself in a dressing gown draped across a leather lounge chair and scuttled off to my own room.
A few minutes later, I was in the shower and surprised at myself. I hadn’t wanted to wash him off me. As the hot water cascaded down on me, my soapy hands had slipped between my thighs. My sex was so swollen it protruded out of me. Still, I wanted his mouth on me and his thick cock inside me again. In the full-length mirror, I stared at my reflection curiously.
