The Lion in Russia (8 page)

Fortunately the distance was very short and
he dropped down on the bed, their lips still entwined. He pulled
her into his lap, his hands went under the hem of her skirt,
needing to feel her flesh against his. The hose went all the way to
her waist and he tugged at them in increasing frustrating until he
finally found the waistband. She reached down to assist him
otherwise the damned things probably would’ve been in shreds in
another moment or two. Standing in front of him she stepped out of
the hose and shoes. He groaned in delight. Finally he had access to
her silky brown skin. He moved his hands back under her dress,
luxuriating in, devouring the luscious feel of her flesh against
his. Consumed with a need to feel every inch of her under his
tongue he stood and pulled the soft knit dress over her head. Now
she was wearing only a pair of black lace panties and a matching
bra. He ground his teeth together, his jaw tight with tension,
fighting the urge to simply throw her to the bed and slam his cock
into her. He knew he had to slow down. Though it nearly killed him
to do so he pulled her into a chaste embrace, or it would’ve been
chaste had she been wearing more clothes and he wasn’t sporting a
massive erection.

She looked up at him with a confused
expression.

“Just slowing down for a moment Vrieshka. I
don’t want this to be over too soon.”

She nodded, then leaned forward and placed a
delicate kiss right on his collarbone. He couldn’t recall anyone
ever kissing him there and it almost sent him off like a rocket.
Pushing her down on the bed he quickly followed. No longer able to
go slow, he shoved his fingers in her hair and devoured her. Their
tongues danced, and teeth clicked as they found their rhythm. Her
scarf quickly disappeared as his marauding hands clutched at her
hair, frantic to have it loose. One of his hands remained clutching
the silky dark strands, and the other moved down to one pouting
breast still encased in black lace. He wanted her naked, and he
wanted it now.

Vries wasn’t a passive lover, she quickly
grabbed the bottom of his sweater and he helped her pull it and his
t-shirt over his head. Then she arched her upper body off the bed
and quickly disposed of her bra. He pulled her to him, satiating
himself with the feel of her skin against his, but he couldn’t
stand it for long, the feel of her against him was driving him
crazy. He still wanted to, needed to taste her. He lay her back on
the bed. The contrast between her skin and the crisp white sheets
was unbelievably erotic. Her breasts were small and slightly
conical. Her nipples were tiny but rock hard just begging to be
touched. He complied. Leaning forward to take one between his lips,
he rolled it with his tongue, delighted with her gasp of response
and the way she arched off the bed. He tugged at the nipple, then
took nearly her whole breast in his mouth sucking strongly.

He looked up at her swollen mouth. Her
succulent bottom lip was pulled up between her teeth as she
squirmed on the bed. Suddenly he wanted nothing so much as to feel
that mouth again. Leaning upwards he took her lips under his. While
he was matching his lips to hers, suddenly he felt one of her hands
brushing against his painfully erect cock. Again and again she
stroked him, and he had to grab her hand to keep from coming in his
pants. He stood and quickly shucked the pants, almost tripping over
his own feet in his rush as he’d forgotten to remove his shoes
first. She looked up at him her mouth swollen and delicious from
his assault, then she wrapped a hand around his cock, which was
distended from his body and leaking pre-cum like crazy. She slipped
her hand up and down, pausing at the base to lightly caress his
balls and stroking the underside of the corona, sending delicious
chills all over his body. Leo felt as though the top of his head
had come off. How on earth had he ever thought he’d ever be able to
take his time with her?

Reaching down he quickly pulled at the tiny
scrap of lace hiding her pussy from him. Her mound was neatly
trimmed but not bare and like everything about her, the sight of it
drove him nearly insane. Slipping between her legs he pressed them
farther apart and stared down at the succulent beauty before him.
Her silken folds glistened a sultry pink concealing and then
revealing the jewel of her clitoris above her pussy.

Knowing he was much too aroused to last much
longer and wanting to make her come at least once, he took her
nipple in his mouth again, sucking and gently biting. Vries writhed
beneath him, her hips undulating off the bed as though seeking
penetration. He slipped one hand down until it reached the lips of
her pussy, he stroked back and forth gently, his fingers gliding
along the well-lubricated slit. Then with no warning he suddenly
shoved two fingers into her steamy canal as at the same time he
sucked strongly at her nipple.

It was all he could do to hold her onto the
bed. Back and forth he went from nipple to nipple until she was
panting with need, then with fingers slicked by her juices, he
slowly encircled her clitoris. Slowly, ever so slowly, he made
increasingly small circles around the little bundle of nerves. She
was really going crazy under him now and when his fingers finally
reached it, she cried out in what was almost a howl. While his
thumb was busily strumming her clit, he slipped a finger back
inside her tight heat. He added another finger, then another, and
roughly pumped them in and out of her. His other hand and mouth
remained at her breasts, playing with her nipples. Harder and
harder he finger fucked her as her moans grew louder and her
breathing more uneven. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, her
tongue darting out every few moments.

“Open your eyes,” he said. As the words left
his mouth her eyes sprang open and she stared at him in dazed
confusion. “I want to see your eyes when you come,” he said.

Then without warning he pressed down on her
clit as he shoved his fingers in as deeply as possible. That was
all it took. Every muscle in her body shook as her orgasm racked
through her. Her eyes glazed over as her orgasm hit, bowing her
body up into his hands, forcing his fingers deeper inside of her.
She thrashed on the bed under him, shivering her release, but he
wouldn’t back off, keeping her there on the precipice even as her
body screamed in release. He watched, amazed as a dark flush rose
from the peaks of her breasts to her cheeks. Her lips grew fuller
and her flesh even more heated as she struggled to maintain eye
contact with him. Watching her come was the most beautiful thing
he’d ever seen and he never wanted to end.

He didn’t give her time to recover, but began
thrusting his fingers again. He lowered his head to pussy,
unbearably aroused by her sweet aroma. He found her clit with his
tongue and teeth and sucked and nipped as he continued to finger
fuck her. He was a madman now, driven by the need to make her come
and come again. She was soaking wet, but still tight against his
fingers. He wanted to be inside her, but he needed to make her come
again first. The contradiction between his desperate need to be
balls deep inside her and the overriding desire to bring her to
another peak was something he’d never experienced. He had to have
it, even if it drove him insane. He attacked her with every skill
he had, curling his fingers inside her finally finding that super
sensitive area deep inside her vagina that would trigger another
explosive orgasm. She came again, her juices flooding his face and
that was when he knew just how far gone he was. He could spend the
rest of his life right where he was, making his woman come again
and again and he would be so okay with that.

“Condom?” he gritted out, unable to wait
another moment. With her eyes closed again Vries gestured toward
the delicate bedside table. He opened it and found what he needed.
In record time he had the condom out and slowly slid it over his
penis.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He flipped her
over onto her belly and shoved a pillow beneath her hips. Her ass
was angled up toward him, her pussy swollen and pink from his
attentions. He rose to his knees behind her and rubbed his penis
against her, prolonging the moment before he entered her. Her inner
thighs glistened from her juices and he slid his fingers up and
down as he slowly fisted his cock, anticipating the feel of her
tightness squeezing him. Finally unable to resist he leaned forward
and began pushing his way inside. She was tight, maybe too tight
despite her multiple orgasms. He had to work his way into her,
pushing in a bit farther each time, rocking back and forth. His
hands gripped her hips, pulling her back toward him and she began
pushing back against him each time he flexed forward. Finally,
minutes later, he bottomed out, every inch of him inside her tight
sheath. Her internal muscles rippled against him as he fought for
just a few more minutes of control and he lost the fight.

“So goddamned good. So wet. So tight. Oh my
God,” he groaned through gritted teeth. Then unable to translate
any longer he switched to Russian. He whispered, he cajoled, he
begged. Knowing she couldn’t understand him he couldn’t stop the
words as they poured out of him. Words of love. Of desire. Of
uncontrollable need.

He brought one of his hands down in a hard
smack against her upturned ass as he began to fuck her, hard. He
stretched out over her, taking her breasts into his hands he pulled
her back and into him with each thrust. He pinched her nipples,
more roughly than he intended, but couldn’t help it now. She would
have bruises from his hands most likely. Right now he didn’t have
the mentality to care and if her groaned responses were any
indication, she didn’t object. She moaned into the pillow clearly
on the verge of yet another orgasm. She arched her back, opening
herself even more to him and that nearly sent him over the
edge.

Rearing up, he grabbed a handful of her hair
and wrenched her head back, bringing her up to her knees. With his
other hand he grabbed her chin, turning her face so he could reach
her mouth with his. He bit at her lips, then soothed away the pain
with his tongue. His hand still tangled in her hair he deepened the
kiss as he pumped his body into hers again and again. The sensual
slide of skin against skin just pushed him closer to the edge. He
was going to come soon and all his senses were heightened. The
evocative aroma of their straining bodies enveloped him driving his
lust to greater heights. The strands of her hair in his hands
seemed to rub against his nerve endings triggering a violent
reaction through his body. More than anything he wanted to hold
onto it. Hold onto her. For life.

His orgasm inched tantalizingly closer. He
could feel it, just a millisecond away. His balls drew up. He
slammed his hips against her as though compelled by a force outside
himself and sensations like ice, which inexplicably burned as it
slid down his spine. In and out of her wet heat. Suddenly his head
arched back involuntarily and he couldn’t help the scream that was
forced from his throat when his orgasm finally crashed into him.
Needing an anchor, a force to keep him from flying into a million
pieces he brought his head forward to sink his teeth into her
shoulder. He tasted her blood in his mouth as she screamed out her
own release. A release apparently triggered by the pain of his
bite. Then unable to remain upright for another moment he lowered
them to the bed, careful not to fall on top of her. He lay beside
her for a long moment, convinced he’d never breathe again unaided,
before he rose from the bed to dispose of the condom. After doing
so in the bathroom and washing his hands, he returned to the bed.
Sleep overtook him almost before he made it to the bed.

***

Vries came awake slowly, not sure if she’d
been asleep for minutes or days. The lassitude that enveloped her
body was almost impossible to resist. More than anything she wanted
to remain right where she was, cuddled up next to Leo’s side for
the next millennium. Unfortunately some things are impossible to
ignore; she had to pee. With one last look at her ardent lover who
hadn’t moved one bit, she slipped out of the bed wincing a bit at
the lingering soreness in various areas, not least of which was her
ass. Her lover was as passionate as she’d imagined, and she had the
aches and pains to show for it. After using the toilet and washing
her hands, she paused briefly to secure her hair in a couple of
loose braids. The bite mark on her shoulder while small was still
quite vivid. There were a few other bruises as well. She shook her
head ruefully. Damn if she even remembered him doing that. “Girl
you’ve got it bad, and that ain’t good,” she murmured to herself as
she returned to the bedroom. Leo was sitting with his back propped
up against her wrought iron headboard. His gaze went unerringly to
the mark on her shoulder.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what
came over me, I just lost it for a moment. Does it hurt terribly?
Please forgive me?”

Vries sat down on the bed and turned into
his waiting arms. “No,” she said, snuggling close with her head on
his shoulder, “It doesn’t hurt terribly. Actually, it doesn’t hurt
at all. I don’t remember you doing it to be honest. Who knew staid
old businessmen could be such freaks?” she said, stroking a hand
over his bare chest. Like many blonde men, Leo’s body hair was very
sparse but it was denser here and emphasized the firm muscles
underneath quite nicely. She slid her hands over his skin loving
the texture and the contrasts. The hair under her hands had a
slightly rough texture like raw silk, the skin was smooth as well,
but it covered pure sinewy muscle as she’d seen when they worked
out. His nipples stood out copper dark against his lighter flesh,
and she leaned down to nip one with her teeth, gratified to feel
him shudder beneath her in response. She looked down at his crotch
where his reaction was even more strongly evident.