the sting.
“Ow!” She glared at him, but she didn’t pull her leg away.
More fresh honey spilled from her body. He swiped his finger over it and drew it into his mouth before switching his attention to her right thigh. He repeated the same action on that side, nibbling, licking and then scraping with his teeth gently. Because he’d nipped her on her left, it was only fair to repeat the same action on the right.
“Ow!” she snapped again and caught his hair in her fist.
She didn’t try to pull his head away, which was a good thing. Mitya smiled against her leg. “You look a little like a prune,” he lied, rubbing at the inside of her thigh. Up high. Close to where she wanted him to touch. But he didn’t touch.
Ania tried to stay still for him, but she squirmed just a little. He lifted his head. “Woman. You are not listening.”
“You’re making the rules impossible on purpose.”
“So I can indulge my need to punish you.” He bent his head and lapped at her clit. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure and her fist tightened in his hair. He lifted his head again.
“You have a need to punish me?” Her eyebrows went up, but there was color sweeping up her breasts and into her neck and face. Her nipples were hard little peaks.
“I like seeing your very pretty ass cheeks with my handprints all over them. I like biting your ass too,” he admitted. “And then rubbing all that heat in so it spreads through your pretty little pussy and I get the benefits.”
Ania nearly choked. “I see.”
“If you don’t want me to indulge that side of me, you had better stay very still.” He lifted his head and suddenly jerked her body down, using her thighs, so she slid along the mattress until she was lying flat.
She let out a small cry and then stifled a laugh. “You’re so crazy, Mitya.”
“I’m so hungry, Ania,” he countered, and cupped her bottom with both hands to lift her hips from the bed. He blew warm air over her, half expecting steam to rise. He could feel the heat pour off her. “If I could, I’d eat you a hundred times a day,” he said, meaning it. “I love the way you taste.”
“How do I taste?”
“Like you’re mine.” He bent his head to her and settled his mouth over that slit dripping with his own particular aphrodisiac. For him, her taste had that exquisite taste of wild honeycomb, fragrant with citrus or sometimes lavender, like now. She tended to linger on his tongue, reminding him often how different she was. He savored every bite, lick, his mouth, tongue and teeth moving over and in her. He suckled her clit, savoring that exotic flavor.
Her breath hitched and then exploded outward. Became ragged. Labored. Raw. She panted his name. Sobbed it. She didn’t move, holding herself still for the longest time. Then it was impossible, just as he knew it would be. He used his fingers, his thumb, drawing out liquid and spreading it over her. When he buried a finger in her and then used his thumb between her cheeks, her hips bucked.
Smirking, he lifted his head, waited until her eyes were open and then he moved up over her, blanketing her body, so her breasts pressed into his chest and she could barely breathe. “Bad, bad girl,” he whispered, framing her face with both hands. “You weren’t supposed to move.” He took her mouth, kissing her with her honey on his tongue. She didn’t pull away from him.
“My face is a mess, baby. Lick it clean for me.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her tongue lapped at him, removing the sticky honey from his left side. Then she was kissing him, sharing every drop with him before doing the same on his right.
His cock jerked and pulsed. Nearly exploded. She was sexy beyond his wildest imaginations. The moment she was finished, and he could see she was really struggling to breathe with his weight smashing her into the mattress, he was suddenly on his knees, and he rolled her over, trapping her hands under her. Before she could move, he was between her legs again.
“I do love this ass of yours, Ania,” he shared, rubbing the firm, tight globes. He ran his finger between her cheeks. Teased her. “Someday, baby, I’m going to introduce you to all kinds of very delicious, dirty things. Right now, I’m indulging myself.”
He didn’t wait. His hand was big