I pulled Ava in closer to me and then picked her back up.
The gold and white gown rose to her hips as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Devouring that soft mouth, I moved us closer to the bed, unable to end the sensual connection of us.
“Misha,” she moaned between kisses.
You’ll say my name even more.
I laid her down in the middle of the bed and then climbed on top of her. My greedy little ballerina undid my pants, shoved them down halfway, and yanked my briefs down too. My cock spilled out, hardening with each second.
“You are the most beautiful woman in this city. No. This country.” I sucked on her bottom lip. “No. In this world.”
“I hope you think so because you are the man of my dreams.”
“Oh, Ava. You’re walking into my cage and throwing away the key.” I raised my hands to the top of her gown and wrenched it down. “Do you know that I’ll never let you go?”
She ran her delicate hands along my chest, tracing her hands across my huge digital cross. “I don’t think I can walk away.”
“Let’s hope so.” I whispered against her lips.
She brushed those fingertips against my nipples and drew a groan from me.
Damn you for showing me that I love that.
With a wicked smile, she used both hands to pinch my nipples at the same time.
My cock went rock hard.
My body blazed on fire in lust.
I shoved the gown down further. Hunger filled her gaze. Those brown eyes said that they yearned for me to be inside of her as much as I craved.
I pulled the gown away. White lace panties and a bra remained. So angelic, but nothing innocent. It drove me crazy the way the lace hugged her pussy.
I rose from her body and finally removed my pants and briefs, not wanting any fabric between us.
She took that moment to slip off her panties.
I returned to the bed and stopped Ava from moving her panties. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone or anything.”
“I swear I want you even more.”
“Impossible.” I took both of her hands, raised them above her head, and planted them against the mattress. Her breasts pushed up. Those nipples stiffened, before my eyes.
With one hand, I secured her wrists above her on the bed.
With the other, I tore those panties away.
She blinked from the movement.
Unable to let the panties go, I noticed their dampness, brought them to my face, and deeply inhaled. Her natural fragrance shoved me over the ledge of insanity. If my cock had been hard before, now it was painfully stiff. I swore I would die, if I couldn’t put that length inside her.
I gazed down at her pussy. Those soaked lips puckered. It was all creamy between those thighs. Totally inviting and all fucking mine. If anyone came near that pussy, I would slice their fucking head off and send it to their mothers.
Does she have any idea how many men I would kill for her?
I studied her pussy some more. Happy with the folds. The look. The scent. The wet softness. The clit poked up between them. No hair, besides a little landing strip.
A sudden jealous thought came to my head. I looked at her. “I meant to ask before, but who waxes your pussy?”
She widened her eyes. “What?”
“Who touches it?”
“I. . .I do.”
“Okay.” I went back to relishing its beauty.
“Misha, what kind of crazy question was that?”
“I don’t want anyone else touching it. Male or female.”
“You better let my hands go and fuck me. Talking all types of crazy.”
I turned back to her. “Shh.”
She opened her mouth in shock, but more lust filled her eyes.
“You like it, when I order you around.” I kissed her. “Don’t you?”
“I like it more, when you fuck me.”
“I’ve spoiled you.”
“Yes. You have. And I want to be spoiled right now.”
“You will.” I grinned. Little did she know, I was barely able to maintain my patience. The fat head of my cock drummed, turning a faint pink at the tip.
“Damn, Misha.” She stared down at the length and licked her lips. “You’re so nasty. I fucking love it.”
“Is that right?” I tossed the panties to the floor and kissed her, doing my best to consume Ava all the way down to her core.
Finally she was completely naked and under me.
I kept my eyes open the whole time. I had to imprint this moment in my head. Memorize ever second—the silky feel of her lush, brown skin, the warmness of her mouth, the utter way sex radiated off that sleek frame.
Lifting myself from her mouth, I placed kisses all over her neck.
She wiggled and groaned, “Let go of my hands. I need to touch you.”
“Now that you are a prima ballerina, you’ve become a bossy little temptress.”
“You’ll see bossy, if you don’t let me touch you.”