Sergei

by Roxie Rivera

  Except—oh my God. It just felt so, so good.

  His hands sneaked under my nightgown, and I giggled at the ticklish swipe of his fingertips. He chuckled against my lips but continued his exploration. Palming my breast, he brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I moaned as my throbbing flesh tightened to a peak. He lightly pinched it, and I rocked against him. "Sergei."

  "I want to see you naked." He buried his face against the curve of my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there. "I want to see all of you."

  I started to say that we needed to turn down the lights but stopped myself. Sergei didn't seem to mind the extra weight I carried. There was no faking the attraction and desire reflected in his eyes and carried in his admiring touch. He wanted me—just the way I was.

  Embracing my inner sex kitten, I reached for the towel between us and gave it a playful tug. "Only if you get naked first."

  "As if you have to ask!" Sergei nibbled my lower lip. "I'm going to make love to you tonight."

  I hastily applied the brakes. "No."

  He leveled a look my way. "Don't make me beg, Bianca." Massaging my breast, he murmured, "I want you, and I've waited so long."

  Something in his voice piqued my interest. "When was the last time you went out on a date, Sergei?"

  He held my gaze. "I haven't been with another woman since a week before I met you."

  My lips parted with shock. "Are you serious?"

  He brushed his knuckles down my cheek. "After I saw you that first time in December, I knew no other woman would ever come close. It seemed pointless to waste my time with others when all I wanted was you."

  His sincerity stunned me. Guilt rocked me. "Are you mad at me?"

  His brow creased. "For what, milaya moya?"

  "Dating other guys while you were sitting on the sidelines," I explained nervously.

  He wrapped a few strands of my hair around his finger. "I won't sit here and lie to you. I didn't like seeing you with those other men." He hesitated. "I was relieved you didn't bring anyone tonight—but that doesn't mean I'm mad at you. Annoyed, maybe," he said with a smile. "But never mad."

  I captured his mouth in a lingering kiss. "For what it's worth, I haven't been intimate with anyone since Vivian's wedding." Deciding to be totally honest, I admitted, "No other man has made me feel even a tenth of what you've made me feel so far tonight."

  "It's early yet, Bianca." He teased his mouth against mine. "I have so much more to show you."

  Tapping my finger to his nose, I shook my head. "You still can't make love to me."

  "But—"

  "I don't have any protection in the house. Unless you have something tucked away in your tuxedo pants…"

  "I don't." Then, with a careless shrug, he said, "What I really want to do to you doesn't require protection."

  My core clenched with anticipation. "And what's that?"

  "You'll see. Now—you decide. Here on the ottoman or on the bed?"

  "I guess that depends on what you have in mind."

  "First, I'm going to tear this off you." He gripped the front of my nightgown. "Then I'm going to use my mouth to trace every last inch of you." His hand slipped between my thighs so he could cup my sex. "I'm going to spend most of the night with my tongue right here."

  Oh. Sweet. Jesus.

  A wicked flare scorched me when I imagined everything he had described. Shaking inside and dry-mouthed, I managed a whispered response. "We should probably move this to the bed."

  "Good choice. But first…" Fisting the front of my nightgown, he jerked hard on the delicate fabric, shredding the lace and silk blend in his fearsome hands. His alpha display of strength left me momentarily speechless.

  When I recovered from the shock of having my clothes ripped off of me, I sputtered, "Sergei, you can't just tear my clothes!"

  "I'll buy you some more." He said it as if that was the only issue at play here and brushed the ruined gown back from my body to see my bare breasts. His hands moved to my panties but I clasped his wrists to stop him.

  "Don't even think about it."

  "Then stand up and strip for me." He was dead serious. "Now."

  I started to tell him off…but there was something incredibly arousing about the idea of it. On limbs as shaky as a newborn colt, I slipped off his lap and stood in front of him.

  "On the ottoman," he ordered and leaned back in the chair.

  No man had ever had the stones to give me an order. Even as a younger woman, I'd always been the bossy, intimidating and totally in control girl. Sergei seemed to be attracted to those qualities in me, but I suspected that here, in the bedroom, he wanted to be the one giving orders and driving the action.

  My courage bolstered by the lust flashing in his eyes, I stepped onto the ottoman. Standing up here, I had a clear view of the impossibly huge hard-on tenting the towel. Holy. Hell. From what I could tell, his cock looked like it ran half the length of his thigh. Apparently he was really big all over.

  He ran his hand along the outline of his erection. "Show me, Bianca."

  My belly flip-flopped, but I did as he instructed and peeled the torn gown from my body, baring my plus-size curves to him. The burning glint of desire that crossed his face told me that Sergei liked what he saw. Just as some people preferred vanilla ice cream to the more complicated flavors, this outrageously sexy Russian seemed to enjoy big girls.

  And I wanted to fall to my knees and thank the heavens for my stroke of luck.

  He murmured something in his native tongue while his hungry gaze roamed my naked body. I wasn't sure if that was another direction. "Um…what?"

  He glanced at me and made an apologetic face. "Sorry. I'm used to being able to slip in and out of Russian."

  "Vivian has tried to teach me how to speak it, but I only know how to say a few things. Greetings and things like that," I explained. "I didn't understand anything you just said."

  "You look magnificent."

  My eyebrows arched at his compliment. "Magnificent, huh?"

  "Sexy," he added. "Perfect."

  "Well, I don't know about that."

  "I do." He spoke with authority. "Someday I want you to dance for me."

  "Are you crazy?"

  He laughed. "About you? Yes."

  Butterflies swarmed in my belly. The idea of dancing and stripping for any man had never been one I'd relished but I found myself unable to tell Sergei no. "Maybe someday."

  He didn't push. Instead, he made a spinning gesture. "Turn around and take off your panties."

  Tummy aflutter, I spun away from him, brought my shaky fingers to the waistband of my undies and dragged them down my hips. When I reached my thighs, Sergei gruffly ordered, "Bend over, Bianca. I want to see all of you."

  Face aflame, I spread my feet a little farther and wiggled my hips while drawing my panties down toward my feet. I dropped them on the floor to the sound of Sergei pushing out of the chair, the leather creaking as his large frame left the cushioned comfort. A second later, his big hands grasped my waist. He pulled me upright, my back against his hot, hard chest. Brushing aside my hair, he started a long trail of ticklish kisses that followed the curve of my spine and ended on my left buttock. Without warning, his massive paw smacked my plump cheek.

  "Sergei!" I gasped and tried to slide away from him but he held tight.

  "This ass of yours has been tempting me for months. The least you deserve is that single spanking."

  Something primal ignited within me. "Do you…I mean…is that something you like to do?"

  "Not in the way you're probably thinking," he said and sucked hard on my neck. I prayed he wouldn't leave a love bite but decided that I wasn’t going to stop him from marking me. "But when I fuck you from behind, I'm going to make sure I leave my handprint right here."

  I shivered with need when he patted my bottom and gave it a loving squeeze. I understood that his style of lovemaking would be rougher and more intense than anything I had ever experienced—and I couldn't wait to g
et started.

  Apparently, Sergei shared my desire. He swept me up into his arms and shot me a look that warned me not to protest. Showing him that I liked the way he carried me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brushed my lips against his cheek.

  "Potzluy menya. Kiss me."

  His deep voice did crazy things to me. I pressed my mouth to his as he placed his knee on the bed and took me down to the mattress. Our tongues tangled wildly. He crawled over me on the bed and planted his hands on either side of my head. Wanting to feel his skin on mine, I jerked free the towel and reached between our bodies. The moment my fingers touched his cock, Sergei cursed in Russian and smashed his mouth to mine, stabbing his tongue deep and groaning so loudly the vibrations rattled down my throat.

  Marveling at the size of him, I realized I couldn't even wrap my fingers around his shaft. I stroked down the length of his erection. His cock just kept going and going and going. My pussy throbbed at the very idea of having all of this buried inside me. It wouldn't happen tonight, not without a single condom available, but soon I hoped.

  Careful. A small voice in my head warned me not to start making plans too far into the future with him. I had already decided to have him tonight but I couldn't—wouldn't—let myself think of having him any other night. This had to a one-time thing, a momentary indulgence, and nothing more.

  Caressing me, Sergei worked his way down my body. He suckled my breast, pulling my nipple between his lips and laving it with his tongue. He released my flesh with a noisy pop before biting down gently and making me yelp at the quicksilver flash that pierced me. Soothing the tiny hurt with his tongue, he tweaked my other nipple, and I moaned at the wicked sensations rocking me.

  Eyes closed, I ran my hands over his muscled shoulders and upper arms while he licked and nibbled me. No man had ever awakened these kinds of feelings within me. I felt so alive, the electric currents of arousal and desire vacillating through me. He touched me as if I were some incredibly precious thing. His fingers glided over my body and paused to enjoy interesting spots he discovered, the places that made me sigh and rock my hips.

  When he slid to the floor next to the bed, I knew the moment he had earlier described to me had finally arrived. I struggled to drag a full breath into my lungs. Clutching my waste, Sergei dragged me right down to the edge of the mattress. He clasped my ankles and placed my feet into the position he wanted, spreading my legs wide open and swiping his palms up and down my inner thighs.

  "Bianca." He breathed my name with a touch of awe and ran his thumb along the seam of my pussy. Showing me how gentle he could be, Sergei carefully parted my labia with those long, thick fingers so he could gaze upon the dewy center of me. He growled something in Russian that sounded suspiciously naughty, but I didn't have the courage to ask him to translate. He ran his fingers through my slick folds and held them up to show me the glistening evidence of my arousal. "Look at how wet you are for me, baby."

  The low, rumbling way he pronounced baby made my pussy clench. Lightheaded, I shivered with anticipation as his dark head lowered toward that secret part of me. I didn't know what to expect but I had a feeling Sergei wasn't going to show me a few half-hearted flicks of his tongue before abandoning me to resentment and frustration.

  He licked me right from the soaking entrance toward my throbbing clit and repeated the motion twice more. Drawing a moan from my throat, he fluttered his tongue over my clitoris. I gripped the covers under me and reveled in the wondrous way he explored my pussy. With leisurely licks, he painted me with the tip of his tongue and gave me time to acclimate to his intimate touch.

  By slow degrees, he increased the tempo of his fluttering and flicking. He zeroed in on the rhythm and pressure that drove me wild. Running his hands along my sides, Sergei used that incredibly talented mouth of his to push me right over the edge. The intense, deliberate circles he drew around my clit made me dig my toes into the mattress.

  When those first shuddery bursts started to rock my core, I clapped my hand over my mouth to stifle the loud cry I feared would soon erupt. Without missing a beat, Sergei reached up and tugged my hand away from my mouth. Our gazes clashed as he ate my pussy—and I came apart right in front of him

  "Sergei!"

  He groaned hungrily, the noise so excited, and began to feast on my pulsing flesh. As he attacked my pussy with that skillful tongue, I rolled my hips and rode the wondrous waves of my orgasm. The joyful explosions rocked me, making me shout his name again and again.

  Shaking and breathing hard, I tried to come down from the euphoric high he'd induced, but Sergei wasn't done with me. Using his fingers, he parted the slick lips of my pussy and exposed my clit, drawing it out from beneath the hood to tease the super-sensitive bud with his tongue. I cried out and tried to wiggle free from him but Sergei put a hand on my breast and caught my gaze. "No."

  "Please," I begged pitifully.

  He shook his head. "No."

  And then he fastened his lips around the pink pearl peeking out there and sucked hard. I nearly died, my heart stuttering in my chest and the air rushing out of my lungs. Sergei tongued me like some sort of human vibrator. It was unbelievable, and I found myself pressing my pussy against him in a desperate search for more.

  "Ah!" My hips shot off the bed as my second climax slammed right into me. Sergei's big hands slid under me, gripping my ass while he went wild between my thighs. I came so damn hard I started to see spots dancing before my eyes. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

  Growling like a bear, Sergei finally showed me some mercy but he didn't abandon my pussy yet. No, he stabbed his tongue inside my channel to taste me in the wickedest way. Mouth agape, I tried not to pass out as he did unimaginably wanton things to me.

  Limp and overwhelmed, I exhaled loudly when he finally dragged his mouth away from me. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, working first one and then the other into my slick passage, and thrusting them into me at a torturously slow pace.

  Crawling over me, Sergei trapped me between his thighs, putting his knees on either side of me, and captured my mouth. I knew he felt my reaction to the sinful kiss we shared because he groaned against my lips when my inner walls clenched his invading fingers. He made love to my mouth while penetrating me with those long digits of his.

  All along I had suspected there was this kind of passion locked up inside me but I never suspected it would take this outrageously sexy beast of a man to release it. Sergei read me like an open book. It was as if the instructions to showing me extreme pleasure were written on my skin in ink only he could see.

  My thighs fell wide open when he shifted his position over me, putting his knee between both of mine for better access to my body. He latched onto my nipple and thrust into me faster and harder. His fingers curved inside my pussy, and my hands flew to his shoulders. Holding on for dear life, I howled like a banshee as he forced another powerful orgasm from me. "Sergei!"

  He captured my mouth and swallowed my cries of passion. I surrendered to his wonderful kisses and the intense feelings he'd aroused within me. After coming so hard, so many times, I couldn't even form coherent thoughts. Deflated and aching, I gazed up at him in such wonder.

  He grinned wolfishly and stunned me with the erotic vision of him sucking my glistening nectar from his fingers. "You taste so fucking good, Bianca."

  My face burned with such embarrassment at his frank comment. "The things you say!"

  "They're true." He nuzzled me lovingly and kissed my neck. Hovering above me, Sergei smiled and traced my cheek with his finger. "You look so pretty after you come."

  I reached up to caress his proud, strong face and felt myself falling hard for this impossibly complicated man. My brain screamed for me to put on the brakes but my heart? Oh, God. My heart was already entangled, and I didn't know if I had the strength to cut away from him.

  Or if I even wanted to anymore.

  "What are you thinking about, milaya moya?"

  Refusing to get caught up in troubling thou
ghts, I pushed on his shoulders and pressed him onto his back. Up on my knees, I leaned forward and teased my mouth against his. "I'm thinking it's your turn now."

  Chapter Four

  Finally!

  Head pounding and heart racing, Sergei watched Bianca crawl over him. She brushed her mouth to his and nipped at his lower lip before flicking their tongues together. His cock throbbed in time with his pulse as he wondered what she had in mind for him. Looking at those plump lips of hers, he prayed she planned to wrap them around his dick very soon.

  Grabbing a pillow, he tucked it behind his head so he had a perfect view of her luscious body and gorgeous face. The taste of her sweet cunt still teased him. Those whimpering sighs and her high-pitched cries as she came against his tongue echoed in his head. He was already thinking of all the ways he could make Bianca scream his name when he was finally able to make love to her.

  Her heavy, full breasts rubbed against his chest. Wanting to feel their weight, he cupped them. The dark discs of her nipples enticed him. He lightly pinched her flesh, drawing the points to puckered peaks. She sighed with such pleasure. Straddling his thigh, she rocked atop him and her wet pussy dragged against his leg. He battled the primitive urge to haul Bianca up a little higher and thrust up into the slick, feminine heat of her.

  Buying the biggest box of condoms available jumped to the top of his to-do list. He'd always been very careful with the women he slept with, never trusting birth control to protect against a pregnancy or relying on anything less than that latex barrier to prevent an STD. The underground fighting club where he competed required the fighters to be tested regularly because the matches usually left the floors so bloody. He trusted the results provided by the club doctor but he would never ask Bianca to rely on them. He'd never put her at risk like that. He'd have to get proof so she would believe he took her safety seriously.

  "Relax." Bianca placed her smaller hands on his chest and swept them across his pecs and down his biceps. "It's my turn to make you feel good."