Page 59 of Daniil
“I love how you kiss,” I breathe against his mouth.
“And I love kissing you.”He dips his head, sucking on my lower lip.“I’m going to enjoy fucking you again even more.”
“I haven’t…” I hesitate, as if embarrassed to admit this.“I haven’t been with anyone since the last time we were together.”
His eyes find mine in the semi-darkness.“And you’re not sure whether or not it will be comfortable?”
“No.Because you’re…not small.”
“We’ll go slow,” he whispers.“Don’t worry.I’d never hurt you.”
Somehow, I know that.He might break my heart when this is all said and done, but he won’t hurt me physically.
“I need to look at you,” he says after a moment, tugging at the light summer dress I’m wearing.
“My body has changed,” I admit, hating the nervousness in my voice.
“Of course it has,” he says, hands stilling at my sides.“You grew an entire new human being in there.”Fingers drift to my abdomen, flattening against it.“That’s a beautiful gift.”
“There are stretch marks, and my waist isn’t as small as before, and?—”
“Sweetheart.”He presses a finger on my lips.
He’s never used that type of term of endearment before, and it’s a little swoony.
“You’re as strong and beautiful and sexy as ever,” he continues.“I loved your body before and I’m going to love it now.Stretch marks are a testament to your strength in growing our child.Changes in your shape just make you more womanly.And when I’m balls-deep inside you—I promise the last thing I’m thinking about are stretchmarks or the size of your waist.”
“My boobs are a bit saggy too.”
“Do I have to spank you?”he demands.
His voice is playful, but the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine—directly to regions further south.
“Maybe.”I loved it when he spanked me.Other men who did it were either too rough or too inexperienced to know where the balance is—it was absolute perfection with Daniil.I don’t think tonight is the night for that, though.We have to reconnect, find that spark that’s always in the room when we’re together first.
“One more word about your body and you’ll be over my knee.”He reaches for the hem of my dress and this time I don’t stop him as he pulls it over my head.
I’ve got on a soft strapless bra and high-cut matching panties, but he seems oblivious, merely pulling me against his much larger body and sliding his tongue against mine.His mouth is warm, hands steady as he caresses me.He’s exploring, running both hands over my ass, up my back, and then along my waist and hips.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
“This has to go,” I say, pulling his T-shirt up.He takes it off, tossing it to the side and I reach out to touch his gorgeous oblique muscles.“These are my favorite.I need to lick them.”
“You will.But first, I get to lick you.Strip for me, sweetheart.”
I forget all about my body woes as I wiggle out of my panties and tug the bra over my head.
“Hair down,” he instructs softly.
I pull it out of the ponytail it’s been in, letting it cascade over my shoulders.
“Fuuuck…” The word comes out sounding like a hiss.He stares at me like he wants to devour me.Then, like a predator stalking his prey, he backs me up until I hit the bed and go over backwards.
“That’s the view I’ve been waiting for,” he growls, dropping to his knees beside the bed.He reaches for my legs, using them to tug me to the edge of the mattress, and then runs the side of his face along the inside of my thigh.
A soft moan escapes me because I know what’s coming.How good it will be.How goodheis.The first time he went down on me, right there on the balcony where anyone strolling past could watch, I was a little embarrassed but too tipsy and blissed out by the attention of a prince to care.By the time he was done with me, I was addicted.One of many reasons I ran away at the end of the long weekend.
“Daniil…” His name on my lips sounds foreign somehow, because it’s different when I say it with his mouth between my legs.
