Page 38 of Pay the Piper

“Touching a woman…it should be treated like touching a goddess. For anyone to rush it, or treat it lightly and not like the honor it is…”

There’s no way she can’t hear the venom in my voice, but I mask it quickly. I cherish my women, and always have, for a reason. Not that any woman has ever compared to the one before me now.

“Your softness.” I relish her gasp as I finally put my lips on her knee. “You have no idea what your softness feels like against the calluses of a man like me. My hands—”

Are stained with blood. But you don’t know that yet. You don’t need that burden.

“Your freckles.” The ghost of my lips across a spray of them on her lower belly and allow myself to finally settle between her legs, where I’m meant to be. As I part her lips, already so puffy with arousal, she whimpers and tries to close her thighs. Luckily, my shoulders are in the way, and I rub a thumb slowly up and down, just outside of her entrance, to comfort her.

“Don’t be shy now, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous. The reason your books wax so poetically about how this tastes…”

I dip a finger in shallowly, just enough to coat one knuckle in her wetness, and savor it, licking my finger clean.

“Is because it is the sweetest thing we’ve ever tasted.” I can’t stop myself any longer, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh before plunging my tongue into her core. Fuck. I knew when I saw her that I needed more of this woman, and every second spent with her since has proven that she’s meant for me. Meant for me to hoard like a greedy dragon and lavish with gifts, praise, and orgasms. Abby’s thighs tremble around my ears, and I fight the urge to frantically search for my own release against the mattress. I haven’t even taken my pants off yet, and she has me on the verge of coming like a fucking teenager.

“You’re sweet because you trust me enough to let me have this part of you.” I nibble at the crease of her thigh then suck one side of her pussy between my lips and thrust my tongue inside again. My rhythm builds, and as she fists my hair and pulls hard, I let go, groaning my release but not slowing my efforts.

“Shit, did you—”

I barely manage to pull away from my feast, settling for teasing her clit with soft, fast strokes until she’s squirming underneath me. Her hands grasp at the sheets, eyes begging for relief, and the roll of her hips that I now know means she’s close to exploding for me. It won’t be any time at all before I know her tells, and I can’t wait to catalog every minute detail.

“Yeah, baby. That’s how fucking good you taste. Do you understand now? You’re spreading these pretty little legs for me, and letting me taste you and please you. Me. So I can promise you that you taste better than every description you’ve ever read. You taste like mine.”

Finally, I sink one long finger into her fluttering pussy and suck her clit into my mouth, just in time for her to detonate. My girl screams her release, thighs tightening around my head like a vise, and I rapidly harden against my thigh. That’s a faster refractory period than I’ve had in years.

“Give it all to me, Abby.” She feels so perfect around my finger, so goddamn tight, that I know it’s going to be an excruciating, slow process to get my dick inside her. But I have plenty of time.

“Oh fuck,” she whines, legs finally relaxing to release my head before falling open onto the bed. She’s ethereal, spread wide for me and coated in the proof of her release. What I did to her. Easing another finger in as she whimpers, I can’t help but lean over her and capture her lips, forcing her to taste my desperation for her to understand how sweet she is. Scissoring her open, trying to make what’s next as easy as possible for her, I pull back and rest my forehead on hers. Her fiery curls are damp with sweat, and I feel a deep, primal satisfaction at how sated she is.

She’s going to have to perk up, though. I need at least two more from her before I give her a break.

“You’re being so good for me, lesnaya. Such a good girl. Now tell me who just licked this pretty pussy and made you come so hard. Who was it?”

“You—”

“Ah, ah, ah. What’s my name, baby?”

Blinking back tears, she finally opens the green eyes that, before long, will grace one of the last untouched patches of skin on my body. Her whispered answer steals my next breath, and I’d give all of mine to ensure she has all the air she needs forever.

“Misha.”

My name falls from her lips like the most earnest prayer I’ve heard, but she has it all wrong. I’ll be on my knees before her every chance she gives me, and if either of us is divine, it’s certainly not me.

One last peck and I’m pulling my shirt over my head without preamble, reveling in her widening gaze. It rakes over my ink and the dark hair covering my chest and stomach before she snaps her eyes shut as I pull down my sweatpants and boxers in one fell swoop. She’s so fucking cute that I can’t help but chuckle.

“Abby,” I coo. “It’s not going to hurt you, baby. Not in any ways you don’t want.”

One green eye squints at me, eyeing my painfully hard erection that’s proudly pointing at exactly what it wants. Her.

“There’s no way, Misha!” she hisses, and I laugh again. “It’s not going to fit, and you know it! There’s no fucking way. And…what is that?”

Stroking myself slowly as I approach her at the side of the bed, I see that she’s finally gotten a glimpse of my decoration. A stupid dare that’s turned out to be immensely pleasurable for my partners and me. The barbell is perfect for G-spot stimulation, and I think she’ll love it, but if not, it’s easy enough to take out.

“It’s called an apadravya. I think you’ll like it, and I promise it’ll fit. You’re made for me, sweetheart.”

She pulls that damn lip between her teeth again, lust flaring in her eyes as she squirms, eyes still on my dick, and I turn to the nightstand for a condom. I’m clean, and I trust her implicitly, but she’s had two orgasms already, and that’s no time to be making decisions. We’ll have plenty of time to talk after, and if she wants to feel all of me, I’ll be more than happy to oblige.

Finally, I’m sheathed, and she opens her arms and legs as I slide back over her, keeping my weight mostly on my elbows but letting her feel every degree of the heat that she’s stoking inside me. As soon as I grind my length across her clit, she gasps, and I swallow it with one last kiss before I pull back to line myself up.