Page 5 of Protecting His Queen
With a groan, he gripped her hips and thrust up against her a few times.
“I want you, Julietta. You going to let me take you?”
He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she said no. He’d never rape a woman, of course, but he may just perish from the pain of blue balls if she made him stop at this point.
Stilling, she frowned. “How do you know my name?”
That left him wincing as he hoped this didn’t ruin the moment. “After you passed out, I looked through your bag to find your I.D. I wanted to be sure you didn’t have any sort of medical condition I needed to be aware of.”
That hadn’t been his reason for looking, but it was a valid point that he hoped would have her giving him a pass on invading her privacy.
“Ah, okay. Well, no one calls me Julietta. It’s just Juli.”
He grinned at her, flexing his fingers against her hips. “Well, I’ll be calling you Julietta. I like how it rolls off my tongue. Now, you need to answer my question. Will you let me have you?”
She gave him a small smile as she nodded slightly. “Yes.” Then she sat up straight and began to slip open the buttons on his jacket. He loved how she looked wearing his clothing. It was way too big for her and made her look feminine, fragile, and like she was his woman. As the black material slipped from her shoulders, her perky tits were bared to him, their tight peaks making him growl as a new wave of desire flowed through him. She wasn’t as well-endowed as some of his past lovers, but he didn’t care. She was all natural and plenty big enough to fill his palms and then some. He’d fucked more than a few Barbie-doll type women, who had surgically altered their bodies to what they thought men wanted. He couldn’t speak for all men, but for him, natural beauty would always shine brighter than anything made of silicone and plastic. Especially when the natural beauty was confident in herself, which his little surfer was.
“Ti kraslvaya.” He shook his head a little before translating his words when she frowned at him. “You are lovely.”
Despite being raised in Australia since he’d been a young boy, Daniil had tried to keep at least a few of his native Russian words in his vocabulary. Not so many that he would constantly need to explain himself to people, but he found the odd curse word or endearment spoken in his native tongue was enough to settle his heart that he was staying true to his heritage. Didn’t hurt that women seemed to swoon at his accent and whispered Russian words.
He sat up, and with a palm behind her back, arched her toward him as he wrapped his lips around one of her dusty-pink nipples. The peak not in his mouth, he teased with his other hand, pulling and tugging on her nipple with his finger and thumb as he nipped, licked and tormented the other with his mouth. She tasted so sweet, with an edge of saltiness from the ocean, and he knew instantly he’d never get enough of her.
As she ground her pelvis against his, she used both hands in his hair to hold him against her, not that he had any intention of going anywhere. His cock was about to burst through his pants to get to her, he was that desperate for her. He rolled them again, and sitting back in a kneel, he pulled her shorts and panties down her long, lean legs. Tossing the clothing on the floor with one hand, he kept her foot in his other. He reached over to turn the lamp to a brighter setting before he pressed a kiss to the arch of her foot while he ran his gaze over her now naked form in the brighter light.
She squirmed on the mattress as he took her in. She was glorious. The paler skin around her waist and breasts drew his attention. He grinned at the thought of him convincing her to try sunbathing naked to even out her tan. He could just imagine how stunning she would look with the bright sunshine on her skin. Her pussy was waxed bare, and he licked his lips as he noticed the glistening of moisture on her folds. He was desperate for a taste of her cream. Would it be as sweet as her skin?
He pressed kisses up the inside of her leg and nipped her inner thigh when she tried to pull her legs closed. With a gasp at his nip, her muscles loosened enough he could make more room for himself between her thighs. He pressed his nose into the crease between her leg and torso, inhaling her musk. He felt animalistic around this woman, to the point he barely resisted the urge to mark her like some kind of beast would his mate. He had never felt like this, and if he wasn’t half mad with desire, he probably would have freaked the fuck out. But too much of his blood had pooled in his dick to give his brain enough to function correctly, because he wasn’t worried. Not one bit. He shifted his mouth over and ran his tongue slowly through her folds, collecting her honey and enjoying the hell out of the way she shuddered beneath him.
He pulled back slightly to savour her unique flavour. “Damn, you taste so good. But I need more.”
She didn’t say a word, just continued to pant as he fastened his mouth back over her pussy and ate at her like she was the most decadent food he’d ever tasted. Because she was. Moving up to suckle on her hard, little clit, he thrust two fingers inside her wet channel. He stroked and searched until he found the spot deep within her that made her cry out, and then with a wicked grin, he set about driving her insane.
In a matter of minutes, he had her thrashing on the mattress, and then she came and gave him more of her sweet cream. He couldn’t get enough of her and only allowed her a few moments to settle before he began working his fingers within her again. He needed more of her taste down his throat.
“Again, krasivaya. Come for me again.”
She groaned, but he didn’t give her time to form words before he fastened his lips over her clit and tormented the little nub with his tongue and teeth. Not only did he want to drink down more of her sweet honey, but he needed her relaxed enough to take his size. He knew he was a large man, and he wanted her so badly, he was going to struggle to not simply thrust deep into her tight, little body on his first stroke.
CHAPTER FOUR
Never had Juli had a lover with such exceptional oral skills. If she died right now, she’d go happy. As she floated down from her second massive climax, she lay limp on the bed, watching him. While he’d stripped her down to her skin, he was still completely dressed. Somehow, that made the experience even hotter. The fact he wanted her so much had her heart skipping a beat.
Through hooded eyes, she didn’t look away as he slipped from the bed and began stripping. She may have even started drooling when he casually reached behind himself, gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. That had to be the single most masculine way possible of taking off a shirt. His chest was smoothly muscled, and while not bulky, he was clearly strong. The tattoos that ran up his arms weren’t the only ones he had. His upper chest also had ink. Then he unbuttoned his pants, and she forgot all about his tattoos.
The black material of his suit pants hadn’t given her much of an idea as to what was underneath, although what he’d pressed against her earlier had felt sizeable. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband and shoved both his pants and boxers down his legs in one fast move.
“Oh, fuck.”
The curse slipped out before she could stop it. He chuckled darkly, and she started to rub her legs together as another wave of arousal along with a little fear ran through her bloodstream. He was very well endowed. Like, bigger than any man she’d ever taken inside her before. With another of his insanely sexy growls, he knelt on the bed then prowled toward her until he once more had her caged beneath him. The heat he radiated had her trembling and arching up, trying to get closer to his warmth. He lowered his body down until the hard planes of his chest pressed against her peaked nipples. She wrapped her legs around his, tilting her hips to rub against his thick length that lay over her mound.
“You like what you see, krasivaya?”
She moaned as she shifted her hips, trying desperately to get his cock inside her. He had her so turned on, she could barely think.
“Need you so bad. Please, stop teasing!”
He gave her an evil-looking smirk. “Ah, but teasing is all part of the fun.”