I thought about denying it.
Instead I drew her in tighter, one palm sliding down to cup her lush ass. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” I squeezed her bottom, trailing my tongue along her neck up to her earlobe. “No one has the right to look at you the way I do.”
“Then you shouldn’t have bought me such a sexy dress.” Coyly teasing, she spun to grind her ass against my thickening erection.
I whirled her back around, and her budded nipples brushed against my chest. “I bought it so I could enjoy you in it.”
She nipped at my chin, twining her arms around my neck. ‘Then enjoy me all you want, Arkady, because you know I’m going home with you and only you.”
The dance became even sexier as she gyrated against me. My hands roamed up and down her body, and I tilted my pelvis into her so she could feel how much I wanted her and how I would soon take her.
We moved with the song as something deeper, something that always smoldered between us, rose to the surface.
When my cock pressed into her mound, the slithery material of her dress reminded me of the night with all the oil. I knew she thought of the same thing, because a seductive moan threaded from her.
Glancing up, she bit down on her red-tinted lip. “I didn’t know you could move like this.”
My eyebrow arching, I grasped the nape of her neck as a dirty grin moved across my lips. “Yes you did.”
She gasped again with a shudder.
Her body was so hot, nipples so taut, I knew she was already wet for me.
And I hungered to taste her.
Hungered to take her, possess her, fuck this woman I loved.
When the fire between us became impossible to withstand, she pleaded in a sultry tone, “Take me home now, Arkady.”
After hurried goodbyes, we were on the way back to the house.
Lucia’s hand remained on my thigh, dangerously close to my hard cock, and she kept rubbing her legs together as if to ease the ache inside.
Yet she knew only I could fill her and fuck her the way she needed.
Marshalling a small amount of control once we were inside the townhouse, I didn’t fuck her against the wall in the foyer as I had before.
I took her upstairs, but only to the second floor.
Her eyes flashed curiously when I closed the bedroom door behind us.
After shrugging off my jacket and removing the cufflinks from my sleeves, I stalked so close to her the heat between us became a combustible force again. “You’re in charge this time, dragotsennaya printsessa.”
“I am?”
I nodded.
“I am, am I?” Her voice dropping an octave into smoky sensuousness, Lucia sauntered around me.
The fingers of one hand glided lightly from my groin to my hip to my ass.
From behind, she leaned up to lick the side of my throat, and fiery spikes of lust traveled to my balls.
“Can I tie you up?” she whispered.
My dark chuckle reverberated. “Don’t push your luck.”
“I think I already did that the moment you found me.” In front of me, she caressed my chest up to my shoulders, intimacy wrapping around us like a once-forbidden spell.
“Da. You did. And I am glad.” Dipping my head, I took enough of a kiss to part her lips and taste her tongue before pulling back.
“I’m glad too.” She spoke in the softest tone.
But softness fled with the next kiss, and fervent need took over. Our lips crashed, tongues seeking each silky recess.
When she broke free, I could’ve grabbed her back. I could have tossed her onto the floor then fucked her through it. But I waited to see what she’d do next.
She did not disappoint.
Wearing the most sensual expression, she slowly unzipped the tight sheath of her dress. Her blue-black hair hung over one shoulder as she languidly slipped the thin straps from her arms.
The top fell away to give me a mouthwatering view of her breasts and nipples.
I licked my lips, a groan beginning low in my belly.
With a sexy smirk, she turned her back to me. Bending over so her tits dangled down, she rolled her hips.
She slid down one side of the dress then the other, slowly easing the material from her glowing skin and voluptuous ass.
Dragging in a harsh swallow, I stared at her ass, the round cheeks barely covered by a wispy garment, while the dress skimmed down her legs.
On the tall stilettoes, she rose up with a sinuous undulation of her spine, flicking her hair out to fan behind her.
I smelled her scent. Her perfume. Her sex.
My nostrils flared.
She was my prey.
My lover.
My mate.
My woman.
As Lucia turned and slinked toward me, she let her gaze drift from my eyes to my groin and, inside my pants, my cock ached.
She was not so slow or cautious when she eagerly divested me of my tie and shirt.
Her nails scraped across my bare chest, and my pelvis kicked forward.
Labored breaths—both hers and mine—were the only sounds filling the room when she undid my belt.
Then the leather dragged free, falling to the floor with a clatter.
She drew both hands down my heaving chest, her fingertips meandering across every tensing muscle all the way to my clenched abdomen.
My eyes grew heavy when she dropped to her knees.
Her tongue followed the tight line of hair down to the top of my trousers and then, with her cheek rubbing against my aching dick, her fingers plucked my pants open.
I quickly kicked off my shoes and managed to toe off my socks while she licked up and down my shaft within my briefs.
After nuzzling my weighty balls, she finally yanked everything down.
I shoved the bundle of clothes away from my feet, cock slapping rigidly up to my stomach.
“Whatever I want?” She lasciviously eyed my shaft.
“Within reason.” My tone was harsh, my dick throbbing, precum welling out and streaking down the hard rod of flesh.
“What about . . . what you want, hmm?” Sending me one last flirty look, she began licking all over my cock.
I wanted to notch my head back. But I wasn’t going to miss the sight of her on her knees, practically naked and giving me head.
After lapping my dick all over, she dropped down to slather my balls in wild wet heat.
Fuck.
Lucia didn’t stop even after she’d gotten me all lathered up.
Within moments, she engulfed my cockhead in her mouth.
She started giving me a soft sloppy blowjob that slathered my tool and left strings of saliva and precum running down to her tits.
Her breasts bobbed, the swollen nipples rubbing against my thighs and driving me out of my mind.
I let her suck me at her leisure, keeping my hands balled against my legs. Otherwise I’d drive my entire length down her throat and gag her on the girth.
“Blyad, Lucia.” The words grated out between deep groans.
Pulling back, she licked teasingly all over my blood-engorged glans. “You liked that?”
My jaw clenched.
My feet stamped apart.
I wanted to be back inside her mouth.
“Da. You know I did.”
“You’ll like this even more.”
She did not disappoint.
Within seconds I realized what her wicked promise entailed.
Rising higher on her knees, she clasped my wet cock within the pillowy cloud of her tit flesh.
“Uh!” I could no more contain my grunt than I could stop from rocking harder into that lush envelope created by her big tits.