Absinthe rubbed his palms over her hips and then dipped his head to kiss his way up the inside of her left thigh from her knee to that sweet slick entrance just waiting for him. He found himself, for the first time that he could ever remember in his life, having to force control on himself. He desperately wanted to taste her. He liked to play. He liked to prolong and build anticipation. He derived pleasure from using his voice to command and control, to direct and watch reactions.
He could keep a partner on edge for hours sometimes until they were sobbing and begging him, willing to do anything for him. Those needs were now necessary for his own pleasure and were so deeply ingrained in him, he knew it would be impossible to ever be any different. He’d automatically used his voice to command those around him to do his bidding sexually in order to survive his childhood. Over the years, more and more, he had come to need every act of obedience. It was the only way to get his cock and senses to come together enough in a rush to explode in any kind of pleasure.
Now, inhaling Scarlet’s fragrance, kissing his way up the inside of her satin thigh, running his tongue along her damp, swollen lip to collect the droplets of honey, he could barely maintain his own control. He desperately wanted to be inside her, to feel what she was like surrounding him, to move in her. She felt his completely. In that moment, he needed her to be completely his.
“Say it.” His tongue swiped between her swollen lips, stabbed deep and she jerked so hard he pressed his hand on her belly, holding her in place.
Absinthe lifted his head and waited. Her green eyes bounced all over the place. He stayed calm, although he didn’t feel that way inside. The way she looked added to his dark thrill. With an effort she focused on him again. His cock jerked at the deepening lust in her eyes. The wild excitement.
Watching her face, he licked at her clit and then flicked the inflamed nub with his finger and thumb. He made it a casual movement, when he felt anything but casual. She gasped and shuddered, her hips bucking.
“Say you belong to me.” The command was issued in his soft voice—again, he didn’t push influence into it and had to fight himself not to do it.
She swallowed hard and nodded several times. “I do, Aleksei. I do belong to you. I want to.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like that name, Scarlet, and my woman never calls me that. What do you call me?”
He lowered his head again to that perfect tight little pussy because there was no resisting her taste. Or her scent. He wanted her with every breath he drew. Where was all his control and discipline? Why was she driving him out of his mind? He should be the one driving her out of her mind. He should be spending time on her thighs. Kissing. Teasing. Nipping with his teeth. Instead, he devoured her, used his tongue to draw out as much of her nectar as he could possibly take over and over again. He was so damn greedy, driving her up, holding her on the edge, fluttering his tongue, stabbing wickedly, using the edge of his teeth and then pulling back.
He stroked her belly soothingly when he felt her body coil tight, blowing warm air over her hot lips and inflamed slit. She was so responsive. She was a little fucking miracle. “What do you call me, moya literaturnaya ledi?” he prompted softly, more to back her off from the edge of the precipice. She was so close.
He rubbed his face on her inner thighs. He didn’t want this to be over. He wanted inside her, but he wanted more time. He knew that once he had her, she would start to retreat. She was very conflicted about what she wanted. And he was very certain about what he wanted.
“Absinthe.” His name came out ragged. She caught his hair in two tight fists, trying to drag his head back between her legs.
“What is it you want, miledi? If you want it, you have to tell me.”
“I’m so close. Please finish me off. Your mouth. Your cock. I need you.”
He licked at the drops of sweetness, savoring them. So good. “I need you to be more specific, baby. My mouth? Is that what you want? Or my cock? I’m fairly large. I’m going to stretch this little pussy of yours. It might hurt if you’re not ready for me.”
He used his fingers, pushing into her, scissoring, deliberately finding her G-spot and stroking until her hips bucked and she cried out his name. He instantly backed off, once again using his hand on her belly, caressing her soft skin. He stroked her swollen lips and then between her cheeks, spreading her sweet-smelling honey all over her and then licking it off.
“Your cock, Absinthe. I want you inside of me. Please. God, I want your cock. I can hardly stand waiting another second.”
He couldn’t wait either. Not another second. He kissed that flower pulsing now with desperation and then either thigh before very gently lowering her legs to the ground blanket. “Since you asked so nicely, how can I possibly resist a lady’s request when it’s put so sweetly and with such enthusiasm?”
He came up on his knees between her legs, keeping her spread wide for him. Damn, she was beautiful. The more he looked at her, the more he thought he’d never seen a woman so absolutely gorgeous, especially in the throes of sexual need. She was definitely a true redhead with her pale skin. He decided he might want a little landing strip where all those curls were. Or the curls. They were sexy. But the landing strip would show more of her and give him more to explore and her more to feel.
He circled the thick girth of his cock with his hand, his heart pounding right through the thick vein, thundering through the blood filling that steel spike until he thought he might explode. He had to force calm into his voice. Force that low velvet command he knew she needed. Her eyes clung to his face and then dropped to his cock. She licked her lips, her eyes so darkly sensual a groan escaped him.
“Wrap your legs around my hips, Scarlet.”
She did so immediately, without hesitation or question, her eyes remaining on his cock. He pumped his tight fist up and down, needing the shattering pleasure shooting through his body, and then without further preamble he lodged the broad head into the slick heat of her entrance. His breath hissed out of his lungs.
“That’s good, baby. Now put your arms up over your head.”
She licked her lips and did what he told her. Blood pounded through his veins and hammered through his cock. She was so perfect. The action took those perfect breasts and jutted them straight up, so her nipples rose toward the canopy and let him see how excited she was. He could see the flush over her entire body. More importantly, she obeyed him without question, something he needed from her.
He pushed steadily, watching her face. She was so fucking tight it shocked him. She was scorching hot. He didn’t back off, not for a second, watching her the entire time, those green eyes, the shock on her face as he pressed into her slowly, letting the burn consume them both. She started to buck her hips, to press herself onto him, and he shook his head, stopping her. He wanted a slow invasion, inch by slow inch. Taking her over. Letting her feel him coming into her. Letting her know who he was.
“Don’t move your arms, not until I tell you, that’s so perfect. You’re so beautiful.” She was. In every way. He reached down and caught her right leg, wrapping his hand around her thigh and rubbing soothingly. “That’s it, miledi. Do you feel me inside of you? That’s where I belong. Right there. Sharing your body. Your skin. Tell me how it feels for me to be inside you.”
Her breathing was so ragged at first, he didn’t think she would be able to talk to him, but her gaze had jumped to his the moment he spoke. She was learning what he liked—what he demanded. “It burns. So hot. You’re so big.” Each word was punctuated by a gasping breath.
“Do you want me to stop?” He paused, watching her carefully.
“No.” She wailed the denial and again tried to push her hips down on him, thrashing a little. Her breasts jolted and swayed, so beautiful. So sexy. But he couldn’t let her take over.
He stopped her, digging fingers into one hip and her thigh. “We’ll get there. Take a deep breath and relax for me. I’m not going to tear you or do any damage. You’re tigh
t, Scarlet. You’re ready for me, but damn tight. Let me do this right.”
He kept his voice pitched low. The temptation to use his gift was so overwhelming he had to take several deep breaths of his own to back off from the lure of what he knew would be an additional turn-on for him.
He continued to rub her thigh soothingly and pressed steadily and very slowly forward. It felt like fucking heaven and burned like fucking hell. Little beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He refused to give in to the need to slam into her and bury himself deep. Not yet. Soon, he consoled himself, just not yet.
“This little pussy is mine for a reason, baby. It feels so fucking perfect, doesn’t it? It’s never been this good, has it?”
She shook her head adamantly, more of her red hair spilling everywhere. “No, never.”
The admission was the truth. He was touching her skin without gloves and he could hear lies, but more, when he touched any pulse point, he knew the truth, and she meant exactly what she said, sex had never been so good—not ever. More, he was in her mind, and she was in the same unfamiliar paradise he was in.
“You were born to be mine, Scarlet.” He pushed that idea into her mind. That was being a bastard and maybe outside the rules he’d set for himself, but for him, it was the absolute truth. She had to hear that in his voice.
He was there. He angled his body again so she had to take more of him. Heard her gasp. She didn’t think she could take more. He adjusted her again and then he was balls deep, his abs right against that wall of slick hot heat and snug in her tunnel of scorching silk. He could feel her heart pounding through his cock. He waited a heartbeat. Another. Giving her body a moment to adjust to him.
“Say it for me, so I know you’re with me. I’m going to fuck you hard, baby, now that I know you can take me. Say you know you’re mine and this is what you want. I need to hear it in your voice.” He was giving her one more opportunity to back out because, God help them both, he wasn’t going to be able to let her go if she was as perfect as he believed her to be for him.
“Please, Absinthe, fuck me as hard as you can. I totally was born to be yours. I know I was.” Her breath might have hitched, but the truth was there, as raw as her begging.
He withdrew his cock to the very opening of her slit, feeling the cool air on his shaft, and then he slammed home, the tight grasp of her body making his blood sing. He set a brutal rhythm. Fast. Hard. Deep. Every surge and thrust as he pounded into her set her breasts rocking hard. He loved that. Loved to watch them dance to that vicious pace he set.
“Put your hands on your breasts, Scarlet. Cup them first, from underneath, and then knead them the way I did, hard. I want you to feel it all the way to your pussy. I’ll know.” And he would. She would get wetter, surrounding him with her hot liquid, adding to the scorching heat of her silken grip on his cock. “Pinch your nipples. Have you ever worn clamps?”
She shook her head, but when her gaze jumped to his there was curiosity there.
“Pinch them hard as if you were wearing clamps for me.”
He hadn’t meant to do it, but his voice had gone completely sensual, all command. Her hands immediately were on her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Her fingers went to nipples, a little hesitant at first as if she didn’t know quite what to do, but then more aggressively. His cock swelled impossibly at the erotic sight and he pounded into her even harder, finding himself nearly out of control.
Her breathing changed. Her body coiled tighter and tighter. He knew if she went over, she would take him with her, but he couldn’t stop himself. That had never once happened to him. Not one single time. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes widened, stared into his in dazed confusion. He felt her body clamp down viciously. So fucking hot. A vise of pure ecstasy that felt like a cross between a thousand rasping tongues dragging over his cock and a thousand milking fingers grasping and pulling until his seed exploded out of him like a raging volcano, coating the walls of her channel, heating them even more.
He simply collapsed over the top of her, letting her take his weight, burying his face in her shoulder, her soft breasts pressing into his chest. The movement sent ripples through her body as another orgasm rushed through her. He got the benefits as her body clamped down on him again and they rode the wave out together.
He turned his head into her neck and nuzzled, then bit gently, suckled, deliberately leaving a light strawberry like some ridiculous schoolboy. Just that little action sent a rush of liquid heat surrounding his cock. She was that responsive to him. He could imagine the fun they would have together, the days and nights of play. The times they would be at the parties and he would be able to command her. Just thinking about it had his well-sated cock twitching in her.
Scarlet began to breathe very shallowly so he rolled over onto his back and trapped her before she could escape, simply by pulling her half onto him, positioning her body so she lay with her head on his shoulder and one leg over his thighs. He took her arm and wrapped it around his waist, threading his fingers through hers with one hand.
She ducked her head, clearly uncomfortable. “I should clean up and we should maybe get dressed. It’s getting a little dark.”
It was a little late, and dark fell faster in the forest, but it wasn’t that late. “Don’t hide from me, Scarlet. I just had the best fucking sex of my life. Tell me what you’re feeling. No one can hear you but me. Just say what you want to say.”
She didn’t look at him, but her head stayed pillowed on his shoulder. She turned her head to stare up at the gently swaying canopy hundreds of feet above their heads. “I’m so fucked up, Absinthe. I’m really sorry. It’s just that I prefer that the man takes the lead when we’re having sex. It isn’t because I’m not into you. I really am.”
“Where the hell did that come from? Did I in any way imply or make you think that I wasn’t happy with what just happened between us? Seriously, babe.” With his free hand, he tangled his fingers in her silky hair. He loved the feel of her hair. “You can see I like to play, woman. Don’t tell me you’re fucked up because you like a man to take the lead. I want the lead. I have to be in control. I like to tell my woman what to do. More, that’s something I need. Telling me you’re fucked up because you want a man to take the lead when it comes to sex means you think I’m seriously fucked up.” He was, but he wasn’t admitting that to her—not yet. She’d find that out soon enough. He was hooking her all the way first.
She was still uncomfortable, he could tell. She shifted just a little away from him, although she didn’t try to get away. He kept his hand in her hair, on the pretense of playing with the silky strands, but all the better to hang on to her if need be.
“You aren’t understanding what I’m saying,” Scarlet said. “I’m trying to be really honest with you, Absinthe, because you’ve indicated to me that you want me to be in a relationship with you, not just have a hookup every now and then …” She trailed off, and this time she did turn her head to look at him.
“No, damn it, not a hookup, so you can stop looking at me so fucking hopefully. You said you would try to have a relationship and I took you at your word.”
She turned her face away again to stare up at the trees. “I thought maybe you said all that in the heat of the moment so you could … you know …” She swirled her finger in the air.
“Hmm, let me see. Fuck you once? Or claim the hottest little pussy in the world as my own? For myself? All to myself? Or just fuck you? Why once when it can be always? Just me. Exclusively. And on top of that, have moya literaturnaya ledi all to myself as well. Brains, beauty and a scorching-hot pussy. You tell me how stupid I’d be to pass all that up.”
She sighed. “I’ve been told that men like a woman to be very eager and show how much they want to be all over a man, that it’s important they make all the moves, or at least as equally as the man does. Otherwise, he doesn’t feel wanted.”
“Is that what you were told?” He had to work at keeping the amusement out of his v
oice.
“Yes,” she said in a small voice.
“All men are different. I’m different. I’m the only man you need to please, Scarlet. I like to give my woman instructions; I get off on it. I use crude language, and I get off on that. I like to play, to take my time building anticipation, but always knowing that when we get there, she trusts me to know it’s going to be spectacular. I don’t do any of those things to degrade my woman, but some women find it that way. I worried that you might. I don’t want you ever to find anything I do to you humiliating or degrading. I want you to find it all exciting and sexy. I hope you believe I’m the perfect partner for you, Scarlet, because I believe I’m that man for you. I know you’re that woman for me. Each time we’re together, that feeling grows stronger. I don’t know what else to say to persuade you.”
He didn’t. He sat up, helping her to sit as well. Very gently, he handed her the wipes he’d brought with him. Normally, he would have cleaned her himself, just because he would want to do it for her. Instead, he gave her some privacy while he took care of his own business. He’d known she was going to retreat. He hadn’t known she thought she should be all over him because otherwise it meant she wasn’t into him. What a crock. Men and women had different needs. Didn’t all adults know that?
Hell. He needed his brothers. He needed his colors. He was going to have to ride all the way home feeling naked and vulnerable after having the best sex of his life because he wasn’t wearing his colors. After feeling absolutely certain that Scarlet was the woman for him. He could use his voice, but then he would spend the rest of his life knowing she wasn’t there because she chose him. He wanted her to choose the man. He needed her to choose him. Then and only then, and with her consent, would he use his talent on her.
He packed up the picnic things, slung his arm around her neck and kissed the shit out of her before heading back to the bike. He was very grateful she responded, but he didn’t like the feel of the tears in her mind.
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