Page 74 of The Councilor

Die.

The thought was startling, but his meaning was clear. And I liked it. God help me, I liked it.

The few words sent another rush of excitement into me and the second he nipped my chin, I arched my back, opening my legs as a blatant invitation. He pulled back, his nostrils flaring as he lowered his head, allowing his eyes to trail all the way down to my smooth pussy. As he started to pepper kisses across my shoulder, I twisted back and forth on the sheets. Just the way he was taking his time continuing his exploration, darting his tongue across my skin was driving me crazy. The need only continued to build, pushing the limits of pleasure, guiding me straight into the beginnings of rapture.

When he reached my stomach, I fisted my hands, another wave of embarrassment stifling my breath.

“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” The husky tone of his voice was soothing, but when he passed his hand across my naked pussy, I jerked up from the bed, my breathing shallow.

He crawled between my legs, lifting and spreading them wide. There was no rush, no need for me to do anything, just an amazing closeness as he rubbed his hands on my inner thighs. His caress was soft, tingly, and amazing. I closed my eyes as he blew across my wetness, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t understand.

As he gathered my legs into his arms, I bristled, every muscle stiffening. He rolled his thumb around my clit, pressing against it as I struggled to keep quiet. The moment he pinched the already sensitive bud, he sent heart-stopping sensations straight to my pelvis. Then as he slid his tongue around my tender tissue, I was pulled into a beautiful vacuum that I never wanted to leave. Breathless, my mind spinning out of control, I squeezed my hands around the sheet, tugging and pulling as I pointed mytoes. “Oh, God. Oh… My God.” I tried to keep from laughing out of nervousness.

“Do you like that?”

His voice dripped of continued lust, the gravelly tone sending an array of vibrations to the darkest center of my being. “Yes, God. Yes.” My mouth was dry, my pulse racing.

The way he was taking his time left me aching, wanting more.

This was completely unlike before, the connection even stronger. Lights sparked in front of my eyes that had nothing to do with the storm. I was elated, so very alive that no outside source needed to electrify me.

With every growl he emitted, every brush of the rough pads of his fingers, I was pulled into a deep lull. If this was what passion was all about, I’d become insatiable.

He lifted my hips off the bed, burying his tongue inside my tight channel and it was all I could do to keep from screaming. I bit my lower lip, twisting my head back and forth. I’d never had such pleasure and a series of emotions raced through me. I was cold and hot, anxious and floating on air, my mind completely frozen to anything but the utter bliss. I writhed in his hold, spinning out of control as he pushed a single finger inside. I was so tight, so hot and wet that I couldn’t seem to stop panting.

He issued another series of guttural sounds as if understanding and appreciating my condition.

He widened my legs, sliding a second then third finger inside. I gasped for air as he plunged his tongue inside, flicking it back and forth.

Oh, dear God. I was going to lose my mind. “I… Yes, um…” The laugh finally came, my vision completely blurred, but I no longer cared. My breathing was all over the place, and I was so close, so close to releasing that stars etched in gold floated in front of my eyes.

As he continued licking, he flexed his fingers open, driving in slow and even thrusts. Within seconds, I was no longer breathing, unable to think, the pleasure was so great. Panting, I arched my back, reaching for him with one hand as the beginnings of an orgasm tickled my toes, shooting up my legs.

“Come for me,” he ordered and there was no way to ignore his command.

I wanted to pull back, to keep him waiting but I had a feeling I’d be punished for doing so. The thought was almost too riveting for my own good.

Another jolt of electricity signified I couldn’t hold on.

He was whispering words in Russian and I was so aroused, so wet that I was finally letting go. This was what it was like to feel completely free.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh…” As the climax tore through me, I pressed the back of my hand across my mouth. This was what ecstasy had to be. My entire body was like a live wire, crackling in the middle of a storm, my core throbbing.

“Come for me again.” His voice rumbled and I had no idea how I possibly could. He seemed to know how to make me even wetter, driving his tongue so deeply inside that there was no chance of being freed from another wave of sheer bliss.

The wave was incredible, the explosion of sensations stealing any sound that I might consider making. I was blinded by the extreme passion, falling into the sweet release that before him I’d only achieved with my fingers. This was entirely different, a freedom that I’d fantasized about, envisioning the perfect man.

And here he was, as if the gods had provided me with a perfect gift.

If only it could last forever.

When I’d stopped shaking, he eased my legs down, brushing the tips of his fingers down the outside of my thigh. I rolled partially over, embarrassed for no other reason than I’d never climaxed in front of anyone before. I took several deep breaths, staring out the window, the sound of twigs peppering against the glass from the storm matching the rapid beating of my heart.

When he straddled me, I slowly lifted my head, darting my eyes back and forth. For some reason, I expected to see disappointment, but there was nothing but an increase in need, the tenseness of his muscles indicating he was no longer capable of controlling his desires. I planted both my palms on his chest, kneading his muscles as his scent filled me, sizzling me.

I was determined to remain covered in his scent, wearing it as if it was the finest dress in the world.

“What do you want, baby?” he bothered to ask. Couldn’t he tell? Didn’t he sense my irrational need?

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