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Finally coming to a halt right in front of me, he looked down, studying my features, then skimming his gaze down my kneeling form.
“I like you like this.”
Against my judgment his voice obviously could deepen even more.
“Already soaking wet for you?”
Despite my cheeky tone my voice sounded just as breathless as I felt.
“On your knees, right in front of me.”
My face must have betrayed my “playing-it-cool” spectacularly, because again he cocked one eyebrow in his so typical, very unique and unbearable sexy way.
In a marvel-like voice he went on:
“But already being so impatient is definitely a bonus.”
Surprisingly gentle for a men of his size and attitude, he caught my chin in his large hand, cradling it in his palm. In a slow, sensual move the pad of his thumb swiped across my slightly parted lips.
The thrill of knowing perfectly well what this man, my very own epitome of sexual perfection, had in mind for me, made my head spin and I leaned into his hand even more. His thumb had stilled on my lips and without thinking twice i parted them wider, tasting him with the tip of my tongue.
Now it was his turn to follow my lips with an almost hypnotised stare while I slowly closed my lips around his calloused skin, sucking experimentally, unsure how he would react to taking such liberties.
A noise rose in his chest, low enough to make me practically feel the vibration in the small space between us. it wasn’t quite a chuckle, but not a groan either and it made me suck harder and involuntarily clench my thighs.
His eyes wandered down and I was rather positive that he could easily see just how much I already needed him. Nothing went unnoticed by him, I really ought to remember that.
“Ever a surprise, Lisichka… You like it to be handled?”
His voice turned into a deep, guttural purr while he slowly removed his thumb from my mouth, smearing some of the moisture over my lower lip.
Being able to speak again I answered without forgoing his storm-grey gaze for even a second.
“I do - if handled right and by a worthy superior…”
He returned my inviting smile and bent down to close the distance between us, cradling the back of my neck with one hand and resting the other against the wooden bedpost.
With him invading my personal space completely and hovering only an inch above my face, my senses went into overdrive. His scent was so delicious it made me dizzy and his eyes were deep pools of dark blues and greys I wanted to drown in.
When he spoke against my lips, I felt his warm breath on my skin.
“Then we should find out if I am, yes?”
His accent was impossible thick now and I nearly lost it completely, ready to simply pull him down with force, when he finally showed some mercy and crashed his lips on mine, exactly the way he did two nights ago.
But this time, unlike the last, he reigned himself in after some moments, changing from the brutal, but delicious force to a slower pace, almost gentle, as if not to spook me. His hand at the back of my skull shifted downwards until it was splayed between my shoulder blades, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
On their own account my arms went up and around his broad neck to grant him easier access and he immediately took the chance, hoisting me up with his free arm slipping underneath my thighs until I could wrap my legs securely around his waist, his solid body the anchor amidst my overwhelmed senses.
My already throbbing core ground against the rough fabric at front of his pants and I almost sobbed from the sheer need to feel his cock against my slick skin.
He must have sensed the desperation in the low, drawn-out moan that slipped from my lips before I could stop it, because only a moment later he put one knee on the edge of the mattress and gently eased me down onto the ruffled sheets, crawling over me like a prowling predator.
His second-to-none dominance probably should have intimidate d me, scared me even. But my brain obviously refused any rational thinking and all I felt was a dark, intense excitement and a desperate, white-hot need for this man.
I practically ached to feel his weight on me, to have every inch of my body pressed into the mattress underneath his heavy, muscular frame.
My hands, finally free to roam, found purchase on his shoulders, digging into the muscle right above his collar bones. My fingertips had trapped a long strand of his lush, chocolate coloured mane and I gently threaded my fingers trough his hair, soothing the skin where I had tugged to hard, even though unintentionally.
I realised that my supposedly marginal gesture must have hit a weak spot - a deep growl erupted from his lips right against the shell of my ear, where his mouth had been busy with nipping at the soft skin right over the pulse point. Encouraged by his immediate respond I carded both my hands through his hair, scrapping my long nails across his scalp and down to the back of his neck until his tightening grip on my ribcage made breathing almost unbearable and his teeth sank down into my skin right where my neck and shoulders met to make me stop.
“Careful, Lisichka, or I may have to retaliate.”
The bottomless black of his dilated pupils had almost completely erased the blu-grey of his irises and for a second I shuddered, seeing the raw, unveiled lust in his eyes and feeling the way his strength completely overpowered my own.
My legs were still tightly wound around his waist and I arched my back, grinding shamelessly against the hard bulge straining against the confines of his pants. The fact that he still wasn’t all naked against my body got unbearable all of the sudden and I let my hands slide down the sides of his neck and over his collar bones. Scratching teasingly over his pecs and catching his nipple in the process earned me a sharp hiss from him, which was repeated when my fingers raked over his taut stomach, finally reaching his pants. I hooked the index and middle finger of both my hands into the waistband, drawing osmall circles with my thumbs on the sensitive skin where a trail of dark hair led right to where I intended to go.
Praying to god my fingers would not fail me I unbuttoned his black cargos with an oddly satisfying, popping sound and then slowly dragged down the zip. My lips found his mouth just in time with my hand palming his cock, still half trapped in his trousers, and the way he moaned into the hard, passionate kiss should be illegal. To my utter surprise he was going commando, so nothing more was separating my nimble hands from his impressive length and I immediately took advantage of this fact, stroking him once, twice; relishing in the way pearls of pre-cum smeared over my palms.
His patience ran out before I was able to tease him any further and he caught my hands in his, securing my wrists over my head with only one large hand, in a display of domineering strength.
“Böses Mädchen… “
Hearing him whispering hoarsely against my lips in my own native tongue was a shock. I hadn’t known he was capable of that and for a moment I was totally stunned.
Still holding my hands in a vice-like grip he bent his head, nipping on my collarbone, dragging his teeth down over my sternum, stopping just long enough to admire the tattoo in the shape of a foreign looking rune right over my solar plexus, tracing the black ink with the tip of his tongue. I had thrown back my head into the scattered pillows and so I merely felt his appreciative hum, vibrating against my skin.
For some moments his lips left my body and just when I was about to raise my head to see what he was up to, I felt his mouth closing around my nipple, scrapping his teeth over the perky flesh just the perfect amount of bruising. The sharp pain combined with the unexpected assault made me strain against his hold, arching my back almost completely from the mattress just to be held in place by his unrelenting grip.
With my breasts practically on a golden platter right before him, he took the other nipple between his lips, sucking gently until I was panting incoherent German words. Not knowing when his gentleness would turn into some darker play was thrilling and every fibre in my body was tense from the anticipation.
The hand not restraining my wrists loosened its hold on my ribcage in favour of slowly brushing down my body, his deft fingers leaving pink marks on my pale skin.
After what felt like an eternity his fingertips finally ghosted over my drenched folds and as I looked down I could see my own moisture glistening on his lower abs were i had pressed my aching core against him.
Suddenly my hands were free again and a moment later I felt his hand threading into my hair, gripping it firmly and gently but insistingly pulling back my head until I was looking him straight in the face. He locked his eyes with mine again, and with slightly parted lips he insert his index finger into my slick heat, not slow, not hasty, but determined. A broken sob escaped my lips when he drew back almost completely and then pushed back, further than the first time, setting a slow, steady rhythm. After several more thrusts it wasn’t enough and I canted my hips up, to give him a better, deeper angle.
His response was a low, slightly breathless chuckle and he used his grasp on my hair to bring my ear closer to his mouth:
“Shhhh, Lischka, easy… you’ll get everything you need, I promise. But I get to say, when. You understand that?”
My limited ability to move made my nod a lot less frantically than it would have been otherwise, but I managed to moan out:
“Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Such a good girl.”
And with that praise from his lips a second finger accompanied the first, stretching my walls until I felt the delicious burn of being filled, making me ache for his cock even more.
Twisting his wrist a little, he started rubbing lazy, featherlight circles over my clit with the pad of his thumb, teasing me just enough to make me beg for more.
“I won’t let you come just now, Lisichka. I want you to come around my cock this very first time. You like that?”
It took several seconds for my head to wrap around his words, my completely shattered self-control and the heavy accent dripping from his voice not exactly helping. Finally the realisation hit and all I could do in my needy haze was to nod, answering him with a buck of my hip against his merciless fingers that were still fucking me in a torturous slow pace.
Easing the grip on my hair the tiniest bit he carefully removed his fingers, making sure to stroke my inner walls on the way out and earning a strangled moan from the back of my throat.
Following a sudden urge to feel him on my tongue, I begged:
“I need to taste you. Please…”
For a second I caught him off-guard, then he laughed quietly, shaking his head.
“You’re incorrigible, Lisichka, wanting all at once, huh?”
“Wanting all of you, yes.”
I agreed, biting down onto the edge of his jaw and dragging my teeth over his skin, exactly the way I had imagined over the last two days.
“Maybe later you get to do whatever you want.”
He smiled and again he spoke right to my ear, knowing just too well what his voice was doing to me.
“But right now I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your sanity.”
I practically choked on the breath I took a second earlier, and he used the opportunity to kiss me again, pushing his tongue against mine, exploring the cavity of my mouth, making me hunger for more of his taste. He growled, grinding his hard, hot cock against my core, still half restrained by his damned pants.
Having enough of it, I reached down with both my hands, sliding them over his hips and slipping them under the waistband, grabbing his ass and pulling him as close as I could. His tone lowered even more, and while his left hand gripped my chin so he could crash his lips almost brutally on mine, his right pushed down his pants as far as he could without loosing the friction against my pussy.
With an impatient groan he pushed himself up with both hands propped up to each side of my head and I aided him in the task of finally getting the offending piece of clothing out of the way.
By the time he was finally naked I was practically sobbing desperately and clinging to his arms, pulling him down again. His hands snaked under the back of my thighs, pulling me closer and spreading my legs wide in the motion, pushing my thighs high up against his waist.
And with a hard, bruising kiss that almost made our teeth collide, he sank his whole length into me, welcomed by my slick, hot flesh. For a brief moment the stretch was boardering on the fine line between pain and pleasure, and I felt impossible tight around his girth and length. Then, with his first thrust, he nearly lifted me from the bed when he bottomed out to the very last inch. He obviously wasn’t a man of gentle love-making and going-slow, but hell, I wasn’t that kind of woman either.
I tried to meet him halfway, but was overpowered by his shallow, deep trusts, hitting every single sweet spot instantly. He drew back nearly all the way and then pushed back until i could only hardly contain my ecstatic cries, biting down onto his collar bone until I was drawing blood, in a feeble attempt to muffle the noise.
He nudged my head back up, empathising every word with a sharper, harder trust:
“Don´t. do. that. I wanna hear you.”
“Yeah, but every single soul in this house will, too.”
He got up on his knees, spreading my legs until I nearly winced from the pressure on my joinst. Still buried inside of me to the hilt, he sped up his pace, taking me harder while he secured my knees against his ribcage with one strong arm. His other hand found my clit and his clever fingers had me keening in a matter of seconds.
He sank his teeth into the soft skin of my inner calf, growling:
“Good. Let 'em hear you. Let them know you’re mine.”
Releasing my legs and bending down again he licked my lips in an utterly possessive and irresistibly domineering gesture and his trusts got even harder, bordering on brutal and he took my chin in his hand, locking his gaze with mine, searching for something in my eyes. When he couldn’t detect any discomfort, his hand grabbed the back of my head again, tugging roughly until my throat was left bare and vulnerable to his mouth. He scattered open mouthed, sloppy kisses over my skin, nipping my jaw between his teeth and during all this he kept fucking me, hard, fast and with an intensity that already pushed me right to the edge, ready to be sent into the abyss.
Of course he sensed that I was so close even before I knew it myself, and his grip on my hair tightened until the sharp, stinging pain shot down my spine, mingled with the inexplicable lust and melted into a pool of liquid heat.
“Come for me, Lisichka. let me hear you scream my name.”
And I obeyed, I chanted his name like a fucking mantra and finally, with a noise somewhere between a desperate sob and a guttural moan I came hard, my walls spasming around his cock while he fucked me through my orgasm, letting me ride it out until I was literally sobbing, but still not loosing eye-contact.
He slowed down, releasing my hair, and carefully accessed my present state, making sure he didn’t hurt me. Reaching up my head I kissed him, wet, sloppy and dirty, squeezing my thighs around him and coaxing a deep moan from his mouth.
He took up his former, powerful pace and I could feel how close he was, his hips stuttering every time I tightened my inner walls around him. My fingernails left reddened trails down his perfect, muscular back; clawing into the muscle strands to both sides of his spine, relishing in the feeling of his sweet-slick skin. The heels of my feet dug into his asscheeks, driving him deeper with every move.
A few last, hard trusts after that, his whole body went taut under my hands, and I felt him coming inside me, jerking violently, filling me with his heat. Though I didn’t know how he possibly managed to do so, he had held my eyes through is orgasm just as I had during mine and now I was practically drowning in his almost black, bottomless eyes.
He deliberately slowed down his heavy breathing and once it returned to normal, he dropped his head against my slick shoulder, laughing almost inaudible. He looked up to me again, his voice hoarse and still a notch deeper than normal, a dark strand of hair falling into his eyes.
“Bozhe moi, Lisichka… We´re going to be good friends, you and I.”
Even in my exhausted state I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up my throat at his lazily drawled words.
He shifted our position, his weight no longer crushing me underneath him, and I ended up with my head on his chest, my red hair sticking to sweat-dampened skin.
Against my intentions I felt my whole body growing heavy, the delicious coziness of his body heat and my post orgasmic bliss catching up on me. The last thing I felt before drifting asleep was the gentle pressure of his lips against my forehead.