Page 74 of Final Installment
He had the toned body of an athlete, his muscles defined.He was strong and fit, and he was looking at me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen.I’d had lovers who enjoyed my body type, who cared about me and made me feel good.They’d never looked at me like this, their eyes gleaming with appreciation and need.
His tattoos didn’t surprise me.Ink told the life history of men like him.Loyalty.Oaths.Crimes.Kills.I didn’t know what each symbol meant, but he had earned quite a few more than I’d expected, probably during the war between our families.
My gut soured at the idea that he’d earned some of that ink by killing my family, but it didn’t last long.He captured me between his body and the bed.All thoughts of betrayal and wrongness fled when I gazed into his dark eyes.
I kept my hands on the mattress, flattened at my sides, refusing to touch him.But once his lips touched mine, all bets were off.
His kisses were unhurried.He took his time, working his way from chaste pecks to sensual twirls of his tongue around mine.I closed my eyes and melted into his kisses, letting him have control as he proved what a tender and slow lover he could be.His languid pace surprised me.He wasn’t trying to get to the good part.He was enjoying this, enjoying my mouth and the feel of my curves under his hands.
I didn’t shy away as he mapped out the slope and roll of my belly and hips.He had eyes.He knew what he would find under my clothes.I was a big girl, nearly three hundred pounds of muscle and fat and curves.I couldn’t hide that, not even if we’d been in the dark.If he wanted to enjoy my body—all of it—I was going to let him.
He eased off his kisses.Gently, he said, “It should have been us from the beginning.”
I didn’t know what to say.My mind was at war with my body.My heart wanted this man, but my brain screamed at me to stop, to run away from this complicated mess.
He kissed me again, tenderly, lovingly.I lost myself in him, sharing his breath, tasting him.Maybe this was it.Maybe this was the only night we’d ever have together.I wasn’t going to waste it with thoughts of what was right or wrong.
Luka’s kisses started to drift from my mouth down to my chin and along my throat.His mouth danced across my breasts and then rode the lines of my belly to my hips.He slipped farther down the bed and pushed my legs apart with his broad shoulders.
I gasped as he gripped my inner thighs, shoving them wider and opening all of me to his gaze.For a moment, I was embarrassed that I hadn’t shaved fully in a while.I never did during the hot summer softball months.I kept things tidy and trimmed, but it probably wasn’t the pretty, pink hairless pussy he was used to having that close to his face.
But at his first lick, I realized I didn’t need to worry.He didn’t care about the grooming.He just wanted his tongue on me.
“Luka!”I gripped the sheets in my hands, tugging so hard I felt them pop off the mattress corner by my head.He approached this the same way he did kissing.He took his time, tasting and licking and exploring with his tongue.
But it was the sounds he made as he dragged his tongue through my slit that made my heart race.He was enjoying himself.He was enjoying me.
His beard made the whole experience more pleasant.I’d never slept with a man who wasn’t clean shaven, and there was usually a little rasp of stubble by the time we made it to bed.This was different.There was no drag.It was velvety and soft.
His tongue dipped into my opening before it slipped straight back to my clitoris.He fluttered his tongue over it, and I shifted my hips, searching for the pressure I needed to get there.He must have realized I wasn’t interested in drawing this out any longer because he concentrated his attention right where I needed it most.
That first frisson of anxious vibration started deep inside me.I dug my toes into the mattress, flexing my calves and tightening the muscles in my thighs as I chased the building sensation of my orgasm.He pressed his face into me, using his chin to add to the wild feeling of his tongue lapping rhythmically.
My breaths came sharply.I was right there.Almost.Almost.“Luka!”
He groaned as I climaxed, but his tongue kept the same speed and pressure.He knew what he was doing.For all my cutting remarks about his skills in the bedroom, he was proving me wrong—and I loved it.
It was a good orgasm, the kind that rolls and stretches and ripples.The blissful heat of it spread through me, relaxing my tense muscles and leaving me panting and smiling.
Luka noisily kissed my inner thigh and then wiped his face on my belly.He planted ticklish kisses on my breasts before claiming my mouth in a sensual, heady kiss.Smelling and tasting myself on his beard made my head spin.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he confessed, his voice rough with need.“I want you to use me.”
My jaw dropped as he said the words I’d been fantasizing about for weeks.Could he read my mind?
“Yes?”He seemed almost embarrassed after asking for it, worried that I would refuse him or maybe say something rude.
“Are you sure?”I glanced down, unable to meet his burning gaze.“I’m a lot heavier than you.”
“I know.”He kissed me again.“I like it.I like you, Elona.All of you.”
“Well, if you’re sure,” I said, my heartbeat thundering against my ear drums.
“I’m sure.”He dramatically flopped onto his back and patted his cheeks.“Get up here.”
I swallowed nervously and maneuvered myself up onto my knees.He tugged the pillows out of the way and flung them across the room.I hesitated before lifting my left leg and settling over him.It was a tricky move to make, especially since I didn’t want to suffocate him.He trailed kisses along my inner thighs, coaxing me to relax and move up a little higher.
This wasn’t as easy as it had been in my fantasies.I couldn’t see him either, not with my breasts and belly in the way.For some reason, that made it so much hotter.There was something freeing about not making eye contact.
