Weather the Storm (Security Specialists International #3) (39 page)

Vanko pulled his lips from the lusciousness of her breasts and continued to kiss and lick his way down the midline of her abdomen, pausing only to lick around her cute little belly button. He’d already moved his hand from her breast to cup her smooth mound and inserted one finger inside her sex, stretching her. He circled his thumb over her swollen clit. The little pearl was fully aroused and stood out from its hood as if it demanded his attention. He was happy to give it.

*

“God,
dushka
, you’re so hot, so tight…” Vanko growled, “…and so fucking wet.” Her husband nipped at her lower abdomen just above her mons. She shivered with excitement and her pussy clenched at the finger he teased her with. She wanted, needed, more. She wanted his big, thick, beautiful cock inside her.

“I have to taste you.” His voice was low and harsh with his need.

“Taste later.” Elana grasped his head and tried to pull him away from her pussy. She was so close to finding her release, and she wanted him in her when it happened. “In me. Now. Cock.”

He rasped out, “You come first”
—stubborn man
—“then I’ll give you my cock.”

She fisted his hair. “No. Now. I’ll come as soon as…”

Vanko halted her words by suckling her clit. Strong, firm pulls of his lips with an occasional hint of teeth.

Oh my God!
She was there.

Her pussy clenched around his finger and she came. Her scream of release echoed in the large room. Her lover—her tormenter, more like it—added another finger to her spasming channel and she arched into his hand. As she lost her mind, he didn’t let up and continued to lick and suck. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow. She moaned. Begged him to stop. Begged him never to stop. Muttered gibberish and profanities. Made sounds she never knew she could make.

“Ohgod, ohgod, ohmyfuckinggod…so good. So good.”

She was mindless with pleasure. She held his head to her mound as she rode his tongue and fingers.

After another hour, or so it seemed, she released Vanko’s head. Her fingers had lost all feeling and strength. She shuddered with aftershocks of pleasure as her body wound down from the best orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Finally, she relaxed into the bed, her muscles lax. All she wanted to do now was to sleep.

No! That was wrong. Oh God, what about Vanko’s pleasure? Just as she thought to sit up and demand he take her and find his pleasure inside her, he surged up the bed from between her thighs and braced himself on one arm.

“Look at me, Elana.” His voice was low and rumbling, and so, so hot. He notched his cockhead in her swollen, wet, and highly sensitized opening. “Watch me as I claim you.”

Elana opened her eyes and stared at his flushed face and fiery eyes. Then she glanced down and between their bodies. She swallowed hard. “Oh my God.”

His very erect cock pulsed with his lifeblood. The sight of his cock entering her body sparked her arousal. God, seconds earlier all she’d wanted to do was sleep, but now she wanted sex with her man more than anything else in the world. And realized she always would. He completed her and she wanted to be the one to complete him.

“Elana, who am I?” He entered her, his thickness stretching her slowly.

She stared into his eyes so filled with love and need for her. “Vanko,” she whispered on a sigh.

“Who—” He thrust halfway into her and stopped, “—am I?”

She gasped as she got used to the feeling of fullness in her vaginal channel.

“Um, lover. Husband. Mine.” She twined one arm around his neck and pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Her other hand cupped one firm buttock as she urged him in and she thrust her hips up to take more of him.

“Yes-s-s,” he breathed out. He thrust the rest of the way in and then held still, his cock’s pulses massaged her sex. “And you’re mine. My wife. My love. My Elana.” Then he took her mouth in a deep, lusty kiss before he began to pump his hips in a primordial rhythm dating back to the origins of man on Earth.

“Ohgodohgod,” she chanted in time with his thrusts as he took her again and again, taking her higher and higher to that peak she swore minutes earlier she wouldn’t reach again that night. Obviously her body knew better.

“Come for me,
dushka
. Come with me.” Vanko’s voice was strained. The muscles in his body were so taut he looked to be in pain.

“Let go,
masik
.” She rubbed his back. “I have you.” She squeezed her legs around his hips.

“Not without you,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. He reached between their bodies and thumbed her clit.

And just like that, she threw her head back and screamed. This time there were no words as Vanko pounded into her. She grunted, groaned, moaned, and gasped in syncopation with his grunts and harsh rasps.

When Vanko roared his completion, Elana hit another peak and screamed again, a soundless exhalation that trailed off into whimpering sighs of pleasure.

Vanko continued to thrust, now more slowly. He rode her through the rippling aftermath of their climaxes. It was as if he knew she still needed the closeness, the connection—or maybe he needed it with her. After several lazy, pleasurable minutes, he stopped and leaned down to place a reverent, gentle kiss on her lips. “Now you’re really mine.”

Elana stroked sweaty hair off his forehead and kissed him back, nibbling on his lips, then his chin. “I always was.”

“Thank God. I love you,
lyubimaya
.”

“I love you,
masik
.”

Vanko rolled off her and then pulled her into his arms, nudging her head onto his damp chest. Pulling the bedclothes over them, he whispered, “Rest for a bit. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Goody.” She kissed his chest, ruffled her fingers through his chest hair as she snuggled into his body.

He tightened his arms around her, holding her close. His cheek rested on the top of her head. And then she slept, safely in the arms of her love.

The End

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Monette Michaels is the pen name for a multi-published author of suspense/thrillers. She's been married to the love of her life for far longer than she cares to remember. Her home is in Central Indiana.