“Good morning,” Ilya says, his fingers trailing down against my cheek.
I smile up at him and find his gaze on me.
I laugh. “How long have you been watching me? Because Albert was definitely awake.”
“Albert’s lazy,” he murmurs. “He woke me moving about, but when I didn’t get up, he stayed. If you wake up? He’s pretty damn sure food’s on the menu, and you’ll follow him.”
“Smart, not lazy, and you didn’t answer my question.”
“A while.”
He kisses me, a brush of his lips that makes my entire body sing.
“Creepy,” I say.
“Me?”
“You. It’s creepy to be awake, staring at me while I sleep.”
He moves in close, bringing me up against him and his erection, which sends shivers of need and delight rippling through my bones.
“Is it creepy to watch you and touch you?” he asks.
“While I’m sleeping?”
“Of course.” He bites my ear, licking along the edge of my lobe, and a bolt of pleasure shoots through me. “It’s the best way. Here, let me show you.”
He tickles me.
I squeal and then gasp for breath as I laugh and wiggle and try to get away. I’m not overly ticklish, but there’s just something about the way he does it, about the way my skin and flesh are hypersensitive around him.
Ilya wraps his arms around me and kisses me deeply as he sprawls me on top of him. The kiss is open-mouthed, hot, and the good kind of invasive. I can’t get enough of his tongue, and my whole body throbs with the memories of the night before.
He pinned me to the bed, licked me, and finger-fucked me into orgasm after orgasm until I didn’t think I had anything left. Until my legs were jelly and shaking and my breath was gone.
And then he fucked me.
Now, as his fingers slide down over me, trailing a path down my spine, over my ass, I know what he’s going to do.
His muscles bunch as a warning that he’s going to flip us and go down on me, but suddenly I don’t want that. I mean, I always want that, but this time, I wanthim. I want to taste him, to go down on him.
So I push at him as I break the kiss. Pulling out of his embrace, I place my hands on his shoulders as I slide down him, dropping kisses on his skin, taking the sheets with me.
I pause for a moment at his abs to drink them in.
They’re a master class of perfection. A pinnacle of male beauty. I trace the delineated eight-pack with my finger, then I move closer and trace each defined muscle with my tongue.
Then I slide down to his cock.
Thick, hard, beautiful. A monument to male virility. I lick that, too, trailing up from the base to under the head and down the other side.
I wrap my fingers around the hard heat of him, the shaft like hot steel and satin.
He tastes like salt and the clean scent of him, so I know he’s already been up, probably worked out, showered, and stripped back down to get back into bed with me.
And that…
It strokes my ego.
