smile, he lets go of one of my hands and tangles my wet hair in his fist. Using my hair, he pulls me to him. It hurts a little, but it’s a nice kind of hurt, a pleasant sting along the back of my neck and scalp. He growls like an animal, and then he kisses me.
He swipes his tongue over my lips, demanding entry, and I give him it. He nips lightly at my bottom lip as he sucks it in, the rasp of his teeth over my tender flesh intoxicating.
I moan as I open to him, and his tongue sweeps inside. He pulls me closer, angles my head to one side, and plunders my mouth, claiming it, learning, tasting.
My God, the man can kiss. If there was a Nobel Prize for kissing, he’d win it. His tongue runs lightly along my top lip, setting every nerve ending alight.
My skin pebbles, and my nipples are hard and almost painful. I want only one thing, to be joined with him, as close to him as I can possibly get. It’s an aching, dull, drumbeat of need.
Want. Want. Want.
I don’t know what I want, though, only that it’s more, so much more.
He breaks the kiss, and for a moment I’m confused, my lips chasing his as he retreats. He grabs a bottle from the side and pours some of it into his hand. I note with a wry little smile to myself that it’s Creed, and I understand that stuff is super expensive. I’ve spent many an afternoon in the John Lewis fragrance department with Suzy. She’s somewhat of a fragrance addict, and I recognize the good stuff when I see it. Seems I was right about him being the sort of guy who would own expensive toiletries. I file it away, another precious little Konstantin fact.
Big hands cover my shoulders and he washes me with the delicious smelling soap He soaps my shoulders and my arms, and then he splashes water over me to rinse them. As he repeats this, his hands cover my breasts, and he slips and slides all over exquisitely sensitive flesh.
“Love your breasts,” he says. “Could spend all day playing with them.”
I could happily let him.
He palms them, as if weighing them, squeezing them together and then letting them fall. Gently, he bathes them in water, washing the soap away. He frowns, and I see he’s looking at the mark still there from Denis’ assault.
“I regret I didn’t get to kill him for doing this to you,” he says.
I don’t. I don’t want anyone killed because of me, not even Denis.
Before I can tell him this, he bends his head and sucks my wet nipple into his hot mouth. I arch my back, not even thinking what I’m doing as I grab his hair in my fingers and hiss my approval. “Yes.”
He bites then laves, sucks some more, and then bites again. I’m in heaven as his hot mouth kisses over my breasts, up my body, and he bites my neck. It’s enough to sting for a brief moment. He nips my shoulder then licks it. He’s eating me alive, and I love every moment of it.
“Stand up,” he orders.
I’m shaky as I do what he says, and he grabs me by my ass and pulls me into him, my core in front of his face. He simply looks at me, long enough for me to want to hide from his hungry gaze. Just as I’m about to protest, he kisses my mound. Another kiss, light, soft. And another. Then he uses his free hand to part me, opening me to his inspection.
“I could stare at your pussy all day,” he says. “I’d love to have you tied up and splayed out for me.”
God, I’d love it too.
He licks my core, one long, languid strip past my clit. I moan and push into his face.
“Greedy,” he says with a dark laugh. “So fucking greedy for me.”
He goes to work, and he’s as good at this as he is at kissing.
He licks and sucks me, and soon my legs are trembling.
“I’ve got you,” he promises. He holds me up, stopping me from collapsing as I fall over the edge with a cry.
I’ve not even come down and got my bearings when he grabs me and hoists me out of the water, carrying me across the bathroom, both of us dripping wet. He places me in front of the sink.