around my waist,” he growls out the command. His fingers grip my waist tightly.
I lift my legs and wrap them around him squeezing him tight with my thighs. My hands grip his nape before running up the back of his neck, knocking his hardhat off his head. It makes a resounding thud as it lands on the steps followed by several loud thumps as it bounces the rest of the way down and lands at the bottom with an ominous crash.
He stands frozen in place for a moment before he takes a quick glance over his shoulder and down the steps. “Fuck,” he says on a groan.
His erection surges hard against the juncture between my thighs and I grind my dripping pussy into his hard length. “Forget it,” I whisper against his lips, grasping his shoulders to pull his mouth back to mine.
“Someone could have heard it fall and come looking for us.”
“I don’t care.”
“I like hearing that.” He walks forward, stepping into a room and kicking the door shut. “Master bedroom,” he rumbles. He keeps walking as if I weigh less than a feather and sits me down on the cold counter of the master bath.
I glance around. “It turned out exactly as I wanted.” I tighten my thighs around his waist and press myself into the rough front of his jeans. I’m so far gone I could come with a few more rubs of my clit against his covered hardness.
“The tile’s perfect.” My heart pounds in my chest erratically as I reach for the hem of his T-shirt and pull it quickly up his body. “Arms.”
He lifts his arms without question and I toss the sweaty shirt into the bathtub. “You’re gorgeous,” I whisper. My breath hitches and saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of his beautiful, tanned torso. “You smell delicious.”
“I smell like sweat.” I slide my fingers over the fine sheen of sweat that still glistens on his muscles. I lean closer and press a kiss into his chest, feeling his muscles jump beneath my lips. I sweep my tongue out along his pecs until I circle his flat nipple surrounded by dark hair and gently suck until it hardens against my tongue.
His back arches and I can feel his erection swell against the inside of my thigh which releases another gush of liquid.
I can’t help but run my fingers over the tattoo that circles his right arm. I lean down and place several kisses over the ink. “I’m a sucker for tattoos.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He reaches between our two bodies and shoves his hand into the elastic waistband of my panties sliding into my damp curls, flicking over my engorged clit and playing in the slick arousal gathering between my thighs.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth on a loud moan crushing my mouth over his almost painfully. My teeth bite and scrape. My hands claw at his flesh. Needing him nearer. I grip the sides of his head and hold him steady plundering the wet recesses of his mouth, drinking him in, needing to drown myself in his taste.
A growl erupts from his throat as he rips his mouth from mine and takes a few deep gulping breaths. “Stephanie.”
My breasts heave shallowly as I draw in much needed air. “Don’t stop, Liev.” My lust is past thinking as he slides his hand into my hair and pulls my head back. His mouth, wet and hot, glides over my jaw, his tongue taking long licks over my skin and he sucks on my throat.
The look he gives me tells me that stopping is the furthest thing from his mind. My hands trace every line and ridge over his chest. Testing every muscle as it bulges beneath his taut skin and he grips me tightly.
I spread my legs wider as he nudges past my swollen folds and plunges two fingers deep into my slick channel. My body arches and I lean back on my hands, my head falling against the mirror. I lift my hips as he massages the walls of my pussy and thrusts deep. Sliding over my engorged walls reaching for and finding the one spot that will make me shoot off like a rocket. He swirls his fingers and flips his wrist and I gasp.
“Oh, God.”
He slides his fingers free and pushes them into his mouth. “Delicious.”
I close my eyes at the erotic picture he makes sucking his fingers into his mouth and sucking and licking my juices clean.
A low moan emerges from my throat.
“This is better than what I brought for lunch.”
My pussy swells even more, so hot that it feels like flames could shoot from deep within my body. The only thing keeping the fire at bay are my juices that are flowing freely now.
His fingers warm and steady push my panties over my hips, sliding them off my legs and holding them up to his nose. He inhales deeply before stuffing them in his jeans pockets.
My eyes widen. What are you doing with my panties?” I whisper frantically.
“These are mine.” He grins, his green eyes flashing as the heat in his eyes intensifies. “A souvenir.”
“ Liev,” I moan out.
“You want to come, Stephanie?” He smashes his palm against my bare mound and rubs my cream in a circle with the heel of his hand.
“Yes.” My face heats as I smile.
A low growl vibrates in his throat as his head lowers, nostrils flaring as he thrusts two thick fingers deep into my well-lubricated pussy. His thick fingers keep a rhythmic in and out motion. He squats, his face even with my glistening pussy, his warm breath easing over my heated skin. He latches on to my clit and sucks hard.
My stomach muscles clench with need as his tongue slips and slides up and down my slit. His tongue flicks out flat against my labia and laps up my excess juices as he fucks his fingers deep. I begin to melt with the heat of his body and his masterful touch. The walls of my pussy grip his fingers tightly as I drag in a deep breath.
“Please, Liev,” I beg.
“God I’d love to feel that cunt gripping my dick, Stephanie,” he rasps.
“Then hurry.” I beg. “Hurry, please.” I look up and catch him staring up at me with a smile in his intense eyes before he pushes my legs even wider and thrusts his tongue inside me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I lift my hips, pressing his face deep into my pussy. Tremors begin low in my spine and travel down to my toes and back up to my clit, with a couple more lashes of his tongue and one more flick of his fingers I scream in ecstasy. His tongue driving me mad until the final tremor ends.
He rises and shifts his hips into place between my thighs. The sound of his zipper lowering is muffled by our loud breathing. I lift myself, tilting my head forward to catch even the faintest glimpse of his stiff cock as it springs free from his jeans and boxer briefs. I moan in anticipation as I finally catch sight of his thick, veined penis bobbing between my legs.
I lick my lips as a pearlescent drop of liquid beads on the purplish, engorged head of his cock. “Hmm…”
“Stephanie.”
I jump with a start at the sound of Christy’s voice filtering up the stairs. “That was work. I have to go.”
Liev quickly shoves his rigid cock back into his jeans with a cringe before helping me off the counter and I straighten my clothes. He grabs his T-shirt from the bathtub and slides it over his head.
“Stephanie?”
“Were coming!” I yell back, covering my mouth to muffle my chuckle. “Well at least one of us did,” I murmur.
Liev stands in the doorframe. His eyebrows high. “ Ain’t that the truth,” he says with a lazy drawl and a grimace.
“I’m sorry.” My eyes flicker to his crotch.
“Why?” His question comes out rough as if he hadn’t spoken for some time.
I look down at the ginormous bulge behind his zipper. My tongue flicks out at the thought of what I could do to get him off. “You didn’t… ya know.”
“ Ya know?” He asks his voice gravely with desire.
I hit his arm, then lay my palm flat and squeeze his muscle forgetting what we are talking about.
He blows out a deep breath. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“Okay.” I clear my throat.
How about dinner Friday night?” Liev flashes a grin but straightens his shoulders as if concerned with what
