by Jayha Leigh
He was everything a man should be. The fact that he had virtually no body hair didn’t detract from his manliness. It only served to highlight how damn fine he was. The thick cock dripped precum and doing its best to climb its way up his stomach was the exclamation point. When he wrapped his fist around it and started stroking it, Aloha involuntarily shuddered in response. There was nothing that turned her on more than a fine man pleasuring himself for her enjoyment…and if he could do higher level mathematics in his head, well that would merely be the cherry on top.
* * * * *
After witnessing her shudder, Ianikut slowed his ministrations and took a few moments to peruse the woman spread out before him. Breathing hard from the orgasms he’d just gifted her with, she looked like she needed him and therefore she’d never looked more beautiful. If he could burn that image on the backs of his eyelids, he would spend an inordinate amount of time with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.
Ianikut treasured the picture that Aloha presented and realized that he’d waited years for this moment. He’d started falling in love with her voice on the occasions that he called Atlanta. Hell, sometimes he called merely to hear that voice that was a perfect blend of sultriness and sass. By the sounds of her moans, the sultriness was currently overwhelming the sass. Taking a deep breath he crawled between her thighs. Balanced on his elbows he stared into her eyes and asked, “Are you sure?”
Aloha didn’t bother answering, instead she threw her arms around him and took his mouth in a deep kiss. He loved the way the softness of her body felt against the hardness of his as she rubbed herself against him. Kissing alongside his jaw, she threaded her fingers through his decadently long hair. Urging him onto his back she kissed her way down his massive chest, tracing the contours with her tongue. She paused to take each nipple between her teeth causing Ianikut to roar with pleasure.
“Angel moya,” Ianikut pled raggedly. Gently restraining her from pleasuring him, he demanded, “Aloha, you must answer. You must verbally give me your consent. Are you sure, angel?”
“Yes, Ianikut, I’m sure.”
Those words entirely freed the beast within him. Flipping her over, he used his great weight to pin her beneath him. Grabbing a fistful of her braids, he plunged into her in one move. Both he and Aloha cried out in pleasure. Never had anything felt so right. She gripped him so tightly that he was sure that withdrawing would be as sweet a torment as entering.
Stopping to insure that his angel was okay, he kissed his way up the column of her neck as he rumbled an entreaty for her to open her eyes. “Let me see the fire in your eyes, angel.” Though they had maintained eye contact since he covered her body with his, she had closed them when he entered her. When she finally attended his entreaty, he noticed that her eyes appeared unfocused. “Are you alright, angel?” he inquired with great concern.
“I’ve never been better, Ianikut,” she moaned.
Though the beast in him wanted to roar out in triumph, the gentleman in him had to insure that his woman was truly okay, not merely soothing his ego. “Then why are you moaning?”
“Ianikut, you’re such a fucking man. You’re three times my size physically, more than a hundred pounds heavier, and you just stuffed me full of big, hard cock, so of course, I’m going to moan. Now, shut the hell up and finish what you started,” she demanded.
Trust Aloha to cuss him out during their lovemaking. Ianikut didn’t have to be threatened twice. Sensing the verity of her words, he fitted one of his large hands around her small waist, and used the other to place her leg around his waist ‑‑ at least as far around as it would go ‑‑ to give him more room. He pulled out as fast as her body would allow before sinking back into her hot, creamy box. Oh, damn, she was killing him, and he hadn’t even gotten started.
“Oh yes, Ianikut. Yes, yes!” she screamed as he moved within her.
Ianikut loved hearing Aloha say his name, but he completely got off hearing her shout out his name in passion. He continued thrusting simply so he could watch those succulent lips move as they sung out his name.
Aloha would’ve lifted her hips to meet him, but Ianikut was gripping her too tightly to allow her to do anything except take him. “Oh, goodness, Ianikut, please ‑‑”
“Please what, angel?” he asked between hitting her G-spot.
“Oh, hmm. Please,” she began before screaming out her climax. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ianikut, I’m, oh, damn, I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh damn, damn, damn, I’m coming!”
Ianikut knew that he was giving her pleasure on top of pleasure. He had the sweat to prove it. Still, he continued thrusting into her wanting to wring out many more climaxes as he had waited lifetimes for this woman. “Tell me how good it is for you, angel,” he demanded.
“I don’t have enough words,” she gasped.
“Find them,” he demanded as he tossed her legs over his shoulders.
“Ahhh! Ianikut,” she screamed as she reached up to pull him down to her. Ianikut wasn’t having it and took hold of both her hands in one of his and proceeded to drive into her harder and faster. Giving her pleasure was getting him off like nothing in his past had.
“Whose woman are you?” He demanded.
“Yours.”
Ianikut simply grunted as he lowered her legs and flipped her over. Gently pushing her head down while pulling her hips up, he grabbed her braids and surged into her from behind. As soon as he entered, she screamed and sung out another aria. “Ianikut, oh, damn. Please, Ianikut. Please.”
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded again.
“You.”
“Say my name when you answer me. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Ianikut. I belong to you.”
Ianikut grunted his approval. “You’re damned right you belong to me! Remember that even if you forget everything else. You belong to me and I’ll never let you go! Are we clear on that, angel moya? Do you understand me?”
* * * * *
Though his voice was soft, it was pure steel. Aloha shuddered at his intensity. If she had any doubts about Ianikut’s manliness, his decree cleared it up. There was something about a big man going completely alpha ‑‑ especially when she was getting the benefit of all that testosterone. Although she’d been the beneficiary of many a man’s attention, those men weren’t interested in her femaleness, they were interested in what she could do for them as a mathematical genius, championship-caliber video game player, or as the youngest woman bearing the Carrington name, the legacy and all of the accoutrements that accompanied that name. But Ianikut was different. He didn’t give a shit about her genius, played video games like a newbie, and he sure as hell didn’t need her money. If he spent money every day, he wouldn’t run out. Ianikut crushed on her because he had fucking great taste and simply because they clicked.
She never understood why women often acted so damn simple over a man, but that’s because she had no experience. Sure, she’d engaged in sex, but it was simply a matter of physical release. Ianikut was different. He was the kind of man to make her drop her panties with merely a glance. Whenever he looked at her with that intensity, she imagined leopards, jaguars and other great cats. Imagined the male honing in on the female and stalking her. Imagined the chase. Imagined the female allowing herself to be caught. And most of all she imagined the wild sex that followed. Yes, that’s what she imagined because in the wild there were no thoughts of social propriety or social niceties. There was simply nature, and right now Ianikut’s bedroom was the Serengeti. And she was at the mercy of the alpha male who wanted and demanded her sexual submission. Aloha knew that she was going to give it to him for many reasons, chief among them was it felt so good and so right.
“Yes, Ianikut,” she sobbed as another orgasm overtook her. Sinking into the mattress she could do nothing more than take everything Ianikut was giving her…and love every freaking second.
She mumbled in protest when Ianikut retreated from her body. Before she could verbalize her protest, h
e had her on her back and filled with his big cock. Looking into his eyes, she gasped at the picture he made. There was intensity there as well as another emotion. Holding his eyes as he continued to rock into her body, she named that other emotion ‑‑ passion. Damn, he was beautiful, and not simply because he looked at her like she was his entire universe but because she loved him back like that. She loved him. Though the admission scared her, it also liberated her.
“Ianikut,” she began.
“You belong to me, angel.”
“Yes, Ianikut. I belong to you,” she said as she reached up to stroke his face softening the harsh expression with the pads of her fingers, with soft kisses, with her love.
* * * * *
“Da,” he agreed as he thrust back into her. Tilting her head, he sank his fangs into her neck and exploded within her when she answered to his liking. They both shuddered when his fangs pierced her skin as the act of taking blood was a sublime intimacy between a vampire and his partner.
Ianikut was consumed with multiple pleasures at once. Releasing within her while savoring her essence took him to places he’d never dreamed. He experienced multiple firsts: never before had he had sex this cataclysmic, pussy this tight, or blood this savory. Though he’d had many, many years of taking blood, Aloha’s blood was ambrosia Her blood kicked like high-proof liquor. Damn, her blood was addictive ‑‑ so much so that he failed to stop indulging even with the failsafe built-in to vampire physiology. Contrary to urban legend, vampires only took a few sips of blood, but something about Aloha caused him to continue to drink even after the failsafe was triggered. The beast in him only stopped when Aloha sighed his name.
Closing the bite marks, Ianikut sighed and waited for his fangs to recede before retreating from her body. She was so tight that he had to work to release himself from her body, which earned him another chorus of her moans. Smiling with satisfaction, he apologized as he collapsed next to her. Pleasing his angel was exhausting but pleasurable work. “I apologize, angel moya. You’re addictive.”
“In a good way?”
“In every way,” he responded as he gently took her lips in a kiss. He smiled as he kissed her pleased to hear her moans and feel her body’s response to his. Her body definitely knew its master and soon the rest of her would follow. Nudging her legs apart he inserted a finger into her. Her cunt overflowed with his release and instead of being concerned about the ramifications of their lovemaking, the beast within him growled its pleasure.
“I’m not sleeping in the wet spot,” Aloha declared.
Laughing, he responded, “Angel, when I’m through with you this entire bed will be a wet spot.”
“Oh, damn,” Aloha moaned and drifted off to his promises completely oblivious to the fact that Ianikut had taken her blood.
* * * * *
Aloha awoke cradled in Ianikut’s strong embrace. Sighing at the residual feel-goodness of mind-blowing lovemaking, she snuggled deeper into his embrace and enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in his strength. Ianikut personified strength. Even resting it seemed as if his body was on alert. Every time she moved he adjusted his hold on her so that while she had room to move, she remained in his protective embrace. Smiling, she knew that she wasn’t getting out of his arms unless he allowed her to. Luckily, she didn’t want to go anywhere but deeper into his embrace.
She laughed, realizing that she held a fistful of his hair. Running her hand through the silken strands, she spent a millisecond hating him for his hair before becoming distracted by his chest. How she’d slept against that hard eight-pack she had no idea, but she knew that she was going to make a habit of it. Gently nudging him, she removed her hand from his hair and traced one flat nipple while running her tongue over the other one before drawing it into her mouth. Without warning, she found herself flat on her back with Ianikut’s cock grinding into her stomach. Pouting at having her favorite new toy taken away, she made noises of disgruntlement, as she tried to free her hands from his grasp.
“Ianikut,” she whined tucking away the knowledge that playing with him thusly was a surefire method to bring the big Russian to full wakefulness.
“Woman, what are you doing?”
“Whatever I want, so let go of my hands and lay back down.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you like what I’m doing?” she asked as she thrust her hips up.
Ianikut merely growled, but she took that as a yes.
“It’s my turn to play,” she proclaimed as she nudged him over and kissed her way up his glorious body. Aloha was sure that Ianikut wasn’t a man who ceded control without a helluva fight, but she wasn’t the average opponent and this wasn’t a win-lose situation but a win-win one. Either way she was going to get fucked to within an inch of her life…and so was he because though she enjoyed being dominated by him, the diva in her wanted to make her presence known. It was time to get some back. He was just where she wanted him: on his heavily muscled back ‑‑ right where he belonged when a real woman was in the bedroom.
Ianikut’s body was like a topographical map with intriguing hollows, crevices, but mostly rock-hard ridges and planes. She admired every square inch…with her eyes and then with her hands. Licking her lips, she stroked his velvety cock intrigued with its size and texture. It was impressive, even when not fully erect. When erect, it felt like the rest of him ‑‑ rock hard ‑‑ yet the skin was silky smooth to the touch, almost delicate. When she was finished admiring with her hands, she admired with her tongue. Sighing in appreciation, she suckled him into a full erection. Though she couldn’t fit most of him in her mouth, she spent several minutes alternately sucking and licking him. Using the intensity and duration of his growls as a directory, she learned what moved him and what incapacitated him. Since he growled so loud and consistently, she surmised that her touch was all that was needed to metaphorically bring him to his knees. And she knew from experience that a request from her lips would literally bring him to his knees. Right now, she didn’t want him on his knees; she wanted him right where he was: writhing against her and pleading. When he was on the cusp of an orgasm, she pulled back and asked, “Who do you belong to, Ianikut?”
* * * * *
Ianikut was sure that his angel had asked him a question but the ripples of undiluted pleasure encompassing his body caused him to temporarily lose his ability to understand speech.
“What?” He panted while attempting to focus. Right now, his world boiled down to just one thing: Aloha. Her scent seeped into his nostrils. Her image imprinted itself in his eyelids. Her essence found its way to his bloodstream and became a living, breathing part of his blood. His petite angel was killing him, and he felt so good he didn’t mind dying.
His angel had magic hands. She used them to work him over. Those soft hands stroked him gently and sedately. Before he could enter a plea begging her not to stop, she engulfed the large head once more and suckled hard causing him to groan so loud his chest heaved from the force of the vibrations. Tossing back her braids and licking those succulent lips, she repeated her question.
“Who do you belong to, Ianikut?”
Pleasure engulfed him and took him to places he didn’t know existed; to possibilities that had been previously beyond his imagination. He couldn’t be blamed; until now, he’d only bedded lesser women. Aloha was clearly the best woman; the only woman; and more importantly, his woman.
“Who do you belong to Ianikut?” She asked again in that sultry voice that caused him to shudder. Her voice was so compelling, he considered banning her from speaking to other men.
“Ianikut?”
Though his eyes rolled back in his head, he managed to choke out an answer. “I. Belong. To. You,” he admitted while teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm. Damn, her mouth felt incredible. He thought no pleasure could rival the pleasure he received from sinking his cock into her hot, tight cunt but he was wrong, so wrong and being wrong had never felt this fucking good. Her mouth was just as hot, just as wet and be
cause of his largeness and her smallness, the fit was just as tight.
“Who?” She asked again.
“You.”
“Say my name, Ianikut,” she purred.
Ianikut knew his petite angel had a temper, but he didn’t realize that she was also vindictive. She was his true equal and being that he loved her, he submitted. Yanking her up so that she could see his eyes, his need, his love, he admitted, “I belong to you, Aloha. Only you, angel moya. Only you.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Da,” he replied.
“Why do the words sound as if they’re ripped from your soul?”
“Because they are, angel.”
“Oh, God,” she cried before taking him in her mouth and bringing him to release.
“Aloha! Angel moya! Angel moya!” He screamed her name and ripped his sheets to shreds as he erupted into her warm, succulent mouth. Growling, he reveled in undiluted pleasure as she sucked and nipped her way up his body. When she was finished and crawled next to him, he yanked her against his chest and held her as he shuddered through the last of his orgasm, Ianikut imagined how he looked to her. Bathed in sweat, nostrils flaring, hair flowing down his back, the vampire close to the surface, he eyed her possessively. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he pleasured it and then its twin before taking her mouth in a kiss. Pulling back, he lapsed into Russian.
“Ti nuzhnA mne (I need you/you are necessary to me). Ya tebyA lyublyU (I love you). Ja ne mogu zhit' bez vas (I can’t live without you). Ya bUdu vsegdA lyubIt' tebyA (I will always love you). Dajte mne vashu vljublennost' (Give me your love),” he entreated between kisses. And when her lips were swollen from his attentions he repeated his entreaty lest she forget it in her pleasure. “Ti nuzhnA mne (I need you/you are necessary to me). Ya tebyA lyublyU (I love you). Ja ne mogu zhit' bez vas (I can’t live without you). Ya bUdu vsegdA lyubIt' tebyA (I will always love you). Dajte mne vashu vljublennost' (Give me your love).”