“Not on your ass,” he mutters, licking me again, kissing my clit in rhythmic, soft motion. “I’ll be slapping that.”
“Says who?” I yelp.
“Says you,” he groans, “judging by how much wetter my mouth just got when I said that.”
“Well.” I clear my throat. “I suppose I like a little spank here and there.”
He grins against my thigh. “How about a double tap on your leg?”
“Good plan.”
“It’s settled,” he says roughly, his hips shifting on the bed. “Now kindly sit on my face, and come all over it.”
I bite my lip, smiling at how much I like his words, their surety, like a hand holding mine not because he doesn’t think I can stand on my own but because it’s better when it’s us, on this path together. I relax my thighs, still holding on to the headboard with one hand, and let my weight fall more fully on him. A gasp tears out of me. It’s so intense this way, so wonderful.
Christopher groans so deeply, I feel it reverberate in his throat as he sinks his hands into my ass and moves me tighter against him.
My mouth falls open as his mouth makes me fall apart. Slow, velvet strokes of his tongue. Teasing flicks and hot, wet kisses that make my thighs shake, make my hips start to move on their own. But each time I start to get close to release, something manages to jar me out of it, whether it’s him shifting beneath me, triggering my worry that I’m smothering him, or a shift in my hips so I won’t get a foot cramp that makes that building heat inside me subside.
Easily, Christopher lifts my hips away and presses a kiss to my thigh, breathing roughly as he stares up at me. “What do you need?”
“I . . .” I slip my fingers through his hair. “I can’t focus. My brain keeps dancing away and it feels so good but I can’t stay with it. I’m sorry—”
In one smooth motion, I’m on my back on the bed, Christopher’s body over mine, pinning me to the mattress. “Stop apologizing for what you need,” he says sternly, softening his admonishment with a kiss. I taste myself on him and feel myself arch into his body. “Katerina, tell me you understand.”
My eyes slip shut with pleasure. “I understand.”
He reaches for a pillow and kisses me again. “Now, lift your hips.”
I lift my hips as he sets a pillow beneath my butt. “Tell me you won’t apologize anymore.”
“I won’t apologize anymore.”
“Good girl.”
I gasp as he gives me his body’s weight, the pillow beneath me bringing our bodies so close. Relief sweeps through me as that familiar comfort of pressure settles my limbs, quiets the static in my brain.
“There,” he says against my temple. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
I nod. “So much better.”
“Kate, honey.” He nuzzles me until I open my eyes. “Have you never . . .” He touches me gently, his hands moving in soothing strokes down my arms and waist. “Have you ever had someone inside you this way?”
I shake my head.
“We’ll go slow.” He kisses my eyelids, the tip of my nose, my chin. His hand cups my breast and fondles it gently.
“That makes it better?” I ask, already squirming underneath him. “I’ve been so close, so long, Christopher. I want to come.”
“It makes it much better,” he says quietly. “I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”
Gently, he adjusts my hips until his erection is right up against where I ache so deeply for more. Then he starts to move over me, hot and heavy, still kissing, his hands in my hair, brushing every sensitive corner of my body, teasing my nipples and breasts.
I’ve always “known” time is a construct, an abstraction, but now I understand it—how minutes can become meaningless, hours wholly immaterial. All that exists is him and me and this, the knowledge that we’re safe, that he wants me, that I want him, too.
“Feels so good,” I whisper brokenly, as pleasure starts to consume me like fire curling paper, scorching and swift. I scrape my fingers through his hair and stare up at him, his eyes fixed on me. I’m free, weightless, arching my back as I move under him and cry his name, begging him not to stop.
Release is a mercy, a glorious relief, plunging my molten body into a pool of cool pleasure from a height I didn’t know I could climb, let alone fall from.
I’m panting, tangled hair and limbs, as he kisses me fiercely, harsh breaths, his heart pounding so hard in his chest I feel it against mine.