Page 57 of Surrogate for the Bratva
It became a battle of sorts. Our mouths warred with each other for dominance, for control. And then our limbs joined the fight, hungry for more brushes of hands, grips, and caresses. Hungry for more, period. So intensely hungry that within seconds we stood face to face, panting and naked.
“April,” he whispered my name and his gaze raked over me from head to toe. It was such a slow gaze, so achingly slow that I felt it like a visceral touch. Igor handled me gently as he laid me across my bed and watched me. His gaze was trained on me while his fingertips danced across my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
The moment his gaze lands on my belly, his eyes darkened, and a raw, hungry look flashed in their depths. That look turned my insides to mush while my pussy grew wet. It ached for what I knew was coming. His lips touched my ankle first and he kissed every single inch of my skin until it burned, until I was burning up and on fire to have his touch. “Igor,” I moaned softly.
“April,” he whispered before he kissed me again and there was nothing slow about this kiss. It was hot and fast, so intense that it literally stole my breath before he pulled back with a sexy grin. “I’ve missed you.”
I closed my eyes at those words, determined to let them roll off my back as he kissed his way down my body, kissing my sensitive nipples before he pressed the softest, sweetest kiss on my belly.
And then Igor did what he did best, he made me forget myself.
His hands gripped my thighs and spread them wide. “You’re so fucking wet for me, April.” One finger slid up and down the length of my slit, teasing me. Taunting me. “Hear that?” The smile in his voice was audible as he dipped his fingers into the pool of moisture and stroked, finger fucking me until I arched into his touch.
“Igor, please.”
“You want more? Tell me,” he demanded and continued to tease me in short, shallow thrusts. “Tell me what this pussy needs April.”
Dirty man.“I need you to taste me, Igor. I need to feel your tongue on my pussy. In my pussy.”
The next thing I heard was a growl a second before his tongue touched my clit and my hips bucked off the bed. Igor pushed my hips down while his tongue did wicked things to my pussy until I was so wet I heard his tongue moving through the moisture. He licked my clit, flicked his tongue against it and swirled around it, teasing me until I couldn’t stand it and only then would he pull it between his lips and suck. Hard.
“Igor, yes!” It was divine and I was lost to the sensation, being pulled under by wave after wave of desire.
He licked me. He sucked me. He teased me. And finally he fucked me with his tongue until I flew apart, until the mother of all orgasms took a hold of my body and snatched me around the room until my body went slack and a sleepy, satisfied smile split my face. “That’s the kind of smile I like to see you wearing. Only that smile.”
I heard the smile in his voice, and I wanted to see it too, but I stayed there in the middle of the bed with a smile on my face. I knew it was fear that kept me from looking at him, but I didn’t know if I was afraid that I’d see what I wanted, or that I wouldn’t.
His lips landed on my belly again and then up to my breasts, fondling and sucking them slowly and then faster, with greater intensity. And then his mouth was on mine, and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. It was such an erotic experience that I sucked my taste off his tongue just as his body slid into mine with a soft grunt of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I whispered in his ear before I nipped the lobe, which drew another grunt from Igor.
“April,” he growled as his hips began to move. He fucked me in long slow strokes, each one went balls deep, over and over again as if he was trying to mark me as his.
Don’t be silly, April.This was a physical need. An itch that needed to be scratched. It was just sex. We needed sex not each other. This was a mere convenience—for both of us—a way to scratch this insatiable itch.
Nothing more.
But it was a hard battle to win when he fucked me so beautifully, with such intensity that my heart couldn’t help but get involved and when Igor looked down at” me, brushed my hair from my face and smiled, I knew the battle was lost. I loved him. He’d claimed my heart as thoroughly as he’d claimed my body.
One hand hooked under my leg to change the angle, and it was so delicious it pushed my body right to the edge of insanity. “Igor,” I moaned as his pelvis pressed against my clit and sent shockwaves radiating throughout my body. “Igor.” His name fell from my lips over and over as the orgasm shook my body so intensely he held me while he pounded into me faster and deeper. Harder and deeper. Just fucking deeper. “Yes,” I hissed out as my pleasure grew and grew, yet to crest.
“So fucking good,” he growled and sat up, pulling my thighs up on an angle that intensified my pleasure even more. “April,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
Higher and higher my pleasure climbed from that delicious angle, from the look of utter erotic anguish on Igor’s face, from the possessive grip he had on my thighs while he fucked me. It was so intense that another orgasm started before the previous one had crested and I was so lost, so gone, so satisfied that my limbs had a mind of their own. “Igor, yes. Fucking yes!”
One more stroke of his hips and my body was somehow attached to a livewire that made me jerk and shake with orgasmic convulsions. I clamped down hard around him, pulsing as quickly as my body shook. “April,” he shouted before his body stilled and flooded me with his seed. “Fuck, April.” His lips found that spot on my neck just below my ear and peppered my neck with butterfly kisses.
Butterfly. Kisses.
Igor slipped from my body, and I paused, waited to hear him get off the bed and head for the door with his clothes draped over his strong forearms. He got up and slipped into my bathroom for a minute before he returned and spread my legs, wiping me with a warm, wet cloth. Job done, he discarded the towel somewhere and climbed back onto the bed before he wrapped me in his arms.
In. His. Arms.
My lids were droopy, and my body sagged into the mattress. Finally, wrapped in Igor’s arms. Sleep claimed me.
And he claimed my heart.
Whether he wanted it or not.
