Something big and scary that I don’t want to give up. Refusing to shy away from it, I open the door, stepping through and pulling him with me, his hand scorching in mine.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, his lips are back on mine, kissing me in a way that feels like he’s the master of every sensation coursing through my veins, directing every nerve until I’m feeling exactly what he wants me to.
Andrei unzips my dress, and with just a tug it falls, pooling around my ankles. He steps back, looking at me as if trying to memorize every inch of my body, while I try not to shift awayfrom his hungry gaze. I shiver under the force of it while his hands skim along the edges of my bra, goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
“Beautiful.” His tone is almost awed.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, hands undoing the buttons of his shirt, pretending the way he’s watching me doesn’t make my insides squirm.
Each button reveals more and more skin, granting me access to the tattoos I didn’t know he had, winding designs that flow into each other. They cover his chest and shoulders, a work of art that does nothing to distract me from his tight muscles.
And fuck me, I want to trace them with my tongue.
As his hand trails along my stomach, I instinctively flinch away, cursing internally when he freezes. His hand pauses in its perusal and when I reluctantly meet his eyes, they’re sharp and unrelenting. He looks at me reverently, like he’s ready to worship every part of me.
His pupils are fully dilated, swallowing the silver of his irises to a thin ring. Still, he manages to make it feel like he’s reading me like an open book, every single insecurity exposed to his hungry gaze.
For the most part, I’ve come to terms with the stretch marks that mar my hips and stomach. I’ve told myself a hundred times before, they’re nothing but proof that I managed to create something incredible, just faded silver lines that helped bring me my son.
But what are the odds Andrei will see them that way? I don’t want to see any inkling of disappointment—or worse,disgust—on his face, so I drop my eyes and start tugging at his belt before he can say anything.
My head tilts back when he wraps his fingers through the ends of my hair, tugging until he has my attention, compelling me to back at him. “Don’t hide from me,zolotse.” His expression is greedy, and when I take a step back, he follows, his breath warm on my face and his grip unwavering as his fingers dip into the band of my panties.
My nipples pebble in my bra, aching as Andrei’s hands find my hips before sliding down to my ass. I let out an embarrassing sound when he grips tightly, lifting me until my legs wrap around his hips, my arms winding around his neck so I don’t fall.
He walks toward the bed, lips against mine. “I want to see you. All of you. Every inch of your perfect skin, every shiver, every mark and imperfection.” His lips trace along a freckle on my shoulder. “I’ve waited a long time to see you like this. Don’t eventhinkabout depriving me.” Bending forward, he deposits me gently on the bed, completely at odds with his hard tone. “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I breathe, lightheaded in the face of his confession.
“Good. Then finish undressing.” He shrugs his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor and exposing more ink on his shoulders and arms. I scramble to undo my bra, tossing it without care and rushing to do the same with my panties.
For long seconds, I stare at a tattoo of a raven in mid-flight escaping from the rest of the designs on his chest before I blink, focusing on the smattering of chest hair before my eyeseventually settle on the dark hair that trails into the waistband of his pants as he takes off his belt. He hooks his thumbs into his pants, pulling them and his boxer briefs off in one fell swoop.
A thrill runs along my spine when I see just how big he is. Thick, long, and pulsing in his hand as he gives himself a slow stroke.
He’s like this because of me.Forme.
Fuck.
Not giving me time to properly admire him, he drops to his knees and wraps his hands around my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I shiver, too turned on to feel embarrassed over how wet I am as his hot breath washes over my pussy.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined,” he says right before impales me with his tongue, pleasure shooting through me at the first touch. My hands tangle in his hair while he attacks my clit, my hips bucking under the assault. When he pulls back enough to laugh breathlessly against the crease of my thigh, I choke on a sob.
“Please don’t stop,” I whine, trying to urge him back where I want him. I pull on his hair, and he hums a pleased sound against my pussy, the vibrations echoing through me.
“Fuck.”
Without warning, he slides two fingers into me, pushing me right over the edge.
“Andrei!” My muscles jerk tight, my world narrowing down to his touch, to the pleased sounds he’s making as I come apart. Self-doubt, insecurity, and worry all fall away in the wake of his onslaught. He laps at my release, drawing out each wave until I’m too sensitive and have to pull him away.
He smirks as he sits up, pressing urgent kisses against my stomach.
When he crawls over me, I reach out to run my fingers over his tight chest, desperate to know what his muscles feel like under my hands.
He rearranges my body, and when my hands slide low enough to wrap around the base of his cock, he grips both of my wrists tightly in one hand, pulling them above my head, while leaving a wet trail of precum where he grinds his length against my hip.
Lips against my neck, he groans, “Please tell me you’re on birth control. Tell me I can fuck you bare.” His voice is thick with want, and even though I just came, I want him inside me more than I want my next breath. He tweaks a nipple, and I swallow a gasp as I nod. “You’re fucking perfect,” he grunts.
