Whatever happens will only be for tonight. Iknowthis, but I still can't help wanting more. I know that if I give in, he'll take part of my heart with him when he leaves. He’s grown to mean so much to me. How am I supposed to watch him walk away?
“My beautiful Annah,” Rovos whispers, smoothing my hair away from my face and tucking a wayward strand behind my ear. Leaning in, he kisses my lips and then presses his forehead to mine. “I don’t deserve you, but Gods, I know if I let you go, I’ll be making the biggest mistake of my life.”
It’s those words that break me. Or at least break my resolve to keep him away from my heart, because it proves he feels the same way I do. At least a little. My head warns me that this could destroy us both, but I knew from the start it was a losing battle.
I run my fingers through the close-cut hairs at the back of his head and take a shuddering breath. Rovos may not be Mr. Right, but he's my Mr. Right Now. I’m sure I’ll regret this in the morning, but if I pass up this chance, I’ll regret it more. So I close my eyes and say, “I want you too.”
His body goes still beneath me. Then I feel his hands slide low to cup my bottom. His lips crash against mine, and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth as he surges to his feet, toppling the chair in his haste. I barely get my legs around his hips before he’s kneeling at the end of the bed. I hear the dull thud of his duffel hitting the floor. Then he is laying me across the mattress, following me down with his lips never leaving mine.
When his fingers tug at my clothes, my breath catches, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me as, one by one, he flicks open each button and pulls the tunic over my head so I’m bared to the waist. Giving my lips one last nip, he leans back. I don’t expect the look of awe on his face. Or the way my core pulses when his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, as he drags a hungry gaze down my body. The way his eyes shine like molten gold as they roam over me makes me feel like a gift, laid bare before him.
A soft purr vibrates through his chest as he circles my waist with his hands. My breath hitches at the feel of his skin on mine. He is laser-focused on me as he runs his hands up my body, sweeping them across my nakedness until I’m arching against his lazy, stroking fingers.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs when he cups my breasts. My skin is creamy and unblemished beneath the dark gray of his hands. His palms are rough and callused, but his touch is gentle as he kneads my soft flesh and thumbs my nipples into stiff nubs. “Gods, you’re so soft.”
My legs fall open around his hips, and my fingers claw at his wide shoulders as a whimper escapes my lips. I need to feel more of him.
“And so sensitive.” Dipping his head, his large hand cups the bottom of my breast before drawing my nipple into the warmth of his mouth. His fingers play with the other one, gently rolling it, coaxing it into a stiff peak before he releases the nipple he’s suckling and attends to the other one.
My breath is coming in short pants as I writhe under him. His hands and his mouth, they feel amazing, but… “Rovos. Please, I need—”More.
His eyes lift to mine, and he releases my nipple with a wetpop.
Leaning back with my knees spread around his hips, he takes hold of the band of my pants. He drags them down my legs until they are in a pile on the floor and I’m naked and spread out before him. My hands dance nervously across my belly as a swarm of butterflies comes to life inside my stomach.
Sinking to the floor between my spread legs, he lifts my foot to his mouth. His eyes glint mischievously as he presses ticklish kisses along the arch, making my toes flex. He drapes my leg over his shoulder and lifts his eyes to mine. “Do you need me to lick you again?”
The air in my lungs leaves me in a whoosh, and I can only nod because,oh yes!
His lips curl up at the corners, and then his fingers are petting me. He slides them down my stomach and through damp blond curls as he settles himself between my legs.
“So soft,” he murmurs, spreading my lips. Without taking his eyes from mine, his tongue swipes up the center of me.
“Rovos!” I gasp. My fingers dive into the silky strands of his hair, encouraging him to keep going. Not that he needs any.
Over and over, he runs the flat of his tongue up my seam before circling my clit with the tip. His rumbling purr is an added vibration that sends shocks rocking through my body. When he gently pulls back the hood of my clitoris, flicking his tongue there too, it sends me spiraling.
“Oh fffff—aahhh!”I buck into his mouth, and then everything clenches as an orgasm crashes over me.
“Mmmm, that’s it,Keresta,” he whispers against my heated flesh. “Will you let me take you here?” He slides a finger inside me.
I moan, and my hips roll. Each thrust of his finger draws out the waves of pleasure rippling through me. Then he slides a second finger inside me, and I cry out at the delicious stretch.
“Will you let me be the first male inside of you?” He curls his fingers so they drag across the secret bundle of nerves hidden deep inside.
Before I’ve finished coming down from the first peak, a second is already cresting. My head kicks back, and I scream his name.
“That’s it, Annah. Take your pleasure from me,” he croons, pumping his fingers in and out of my trembling sheath while he uses his thumb to rub circles around my sensitive little bud.
Only when I’m a quivery puddle does he slip his fingers from me, licking each one clean, before stepping back. I'm drowsy and sated from the releases until he pulls his tank over his head. My teeth sink into my bottom lip at the sight of his sculpted chest and the way his arms and shoulders ripple when he pulls at the fastening of his pants, pushing them past his hips.
I. Forget. To. Breathe.
I may be a virgin, but I’ve seen my share of dick. After all, I am a nurse. None of that prepares me for the sight of Rovos in all his glory. He is beautiful, with ropes of muscle stretched across his enormous frame. He stands with his thick thighs parted and his fist loosely wrapped around an impressive cock that is straining toward his belly button. My eyes follow his hand as it lazily runs up and down his thick shaft. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I lick my lips and Rovos groans.
I’ve never done this before; in fact, I never understood the appeal. Until I sink to my knees before him. My eyes lock on his cock before I reach out and my hand replaces his.
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