Strangers & Sinners
"Sergei, be still for a minute," Sophie murmured. "I just want to feel you inside me. You feel so good... so good," her eyes closed and she smiled as she tightened her inner muscles around the fullness of his flesh. "Sophie... Kitten... you... feel so... I need you, sugar. I need you so much."
He covered her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips, his hips pounding against hers, his hard sex piercing her soft body, and his heart on hold while he made love to her.
Sophie welcomed his thick heat. Sergei made love with a passion that was unsurpassed, his arms holding her tightly, and his mouth swallowing her breath. His caresses were bold, frantic and uncontrollable. He couldn't get enough - he wanted more - and he took it.
She had no choice but to join him in their wild ride, her hips arching to meet his thrusts, her heart pounding in sync with his, and her hands roaming over his back and neck.
"Clothes, Sergei, too many clothes," she moaned softly, not able to touch all of him. "Need to touch you... need to..."
A long and loud growl accompanied his eruption. He poured into her, his semen red-hot - filling her - pushing her over the edge. Sophie soared - her body catching a thermal - dipping - lifting - dipping again and finally, floating into the safe haven of his embrace.
"Come home with me," he said softly, his voice neutral, trying not to make demands. "I want you in my bed tonight."
"Why not?" His voice got louder and he raised his head to look at her.
"I'm hungry," she looked him in the eye. "And you won't let me eat anything."
"I promise to feed you," he chuckled.
"I like hot meals, Sergei," she reminded him.
Grinning, he briefly sucked her lips. "I'm not hot enough for you, Kitten?"
She poked him.
"I could have sworn you thought I was pretty hot, Tiger. In fact..."
She poked him again and bit his lip.
"You make me hot, Kitten," he nuzzled her neck and licked her ear. "When I'm inside you, I catch fire," he whispered. "I get so hot... so red-hot... so fiery hot, I explode." He raised up on his elbows and cupped her face, rubbing his lips against hers. "I need you, Kitten. I need you in my arms and in my bed. I need you in my life and... I want you in my arms when I wake up."
"I want you, too, Sergei, but if I come home with you tonight, you have to... we have to have rules. You can't just do what you want all the time. I have to..."
"We'll do whatever you want," he promised, willing to agree to anything if she would go home with him.
"Let me up. We have to talk seriously and we can't do that if you're on top of me."
Reluctantly, he sat up, rearranged himself and zipped his pants. Sophie retied her robe and sat next to him. Nick automatically lifted her to his lap making her arch a brow at him.
He sighed, running his fingers through her silky hair. "What are the rules, Anastasia?"
"I know you're an assistant director so you probably give a lot of orders where you work. Is that right?" she asked, unconsciously stroking his neck.
"Sort of," he agreed pulling her hand to his mouth and kissing her palm. "There are people who report to me and they follow my... direction."
"What happens if they don't do what you want? Do you yell at them?" She tried to pull her hand away but Nick held on to it.
"Mmmm," he nodded, still holding her hand and licked her palm. "I don't yell... I... uh, let them know what is and is not acceptable behavior."
Sophie laughed, then shivered when Nick sucked her finger between his lips. "You do that to me, too, Sergei."
Nick chuckled. "It doesn't seem to make a difference, Tiger."
"You can't treat me like one of your people, Sergei. You have to respect my wishes and..."
"And your wishes include eating hot meals while they're hot. Is that it?" he grinned.
"Yes," she smiled at the handsome, muscular man holding her on his lap. "Yes, that's what I mean. Now, let's get rid of this," she tugged at his shirt.
"Is that all, Anastasia?" His voice was deceptively soft. "Is that the only rule?"
"Oh no," she smiled, unaware of his intentions. "I'm sure to think of more as soon as..."
He pounced. She was on her back and he was on top of her covering her mouth, holding her down with his weight, his hands taking possession of her body and her senses. "You're mine, Anna Sophia, all mine. You're coming home with me tonight and I'm going to kiss every inch of you - I'm going to love you like you've never been loved."
Sophie gave in to his impassioned demands, her mouth returning his fiery kisses, and her body succumbing to the tempest that was Nicholas Sergei Verona.
He made love to her twice more before he let her out of bed. He would have continued making love to her, but Sophie said she was hungry and insisted on going out to dinner. She wasn't sure he'd really let her eat a hot meal once they got to his place.
"You don't trust me, Anastasia?" he quirked a brow at her.
"I think I'll trust you more on a full stomach," she hedged, making him laugh.
He took her to Crestfelds in Maryland for the best crab cakes on the Eastern Seaboard and chuckled when she devoured two orders of the delectable fare. "Enjoying the crab cakes, Tiger?" he leaned toward her, anxious to touch her but not interested in creating a diversion for the everyday folk who patronized this mom and pop place.
"Mmmm," Sophie hummed, her mouth full, and her fork overflowing with another bite.
"Is it good hot?" he teased, his own plate already empty.
"Very good. Did you enjoy yours, too, Sergei?"
"It could have been better," he mused.
"How could it have been better?" she asked, incredulous. "These things melt in your mouth. They..."
"They would have tasted better if I could have nibbled them off your body..." he murmured in her ear, making her blush. "I think I'll take a couple orders home with us so I can see how they taste between your thighs." "Sergei! It's not like maple syrup," she hissed. You'd have to smush them to... oh!" She turned crimson, making Nick laugh.
"Eat up, Tiger. You're going to need your strength."
He grabbed her the second the door slammed shut, pulling her coat off and lifting her in his arms.
"You're mine, Anastasia and I want you in my bed."
"Again?" she asked, incredulous. "I'm all sticky and I haven't showered since this morning. I need to wash and..."
"New rules?" he growled, one hand under her dress, cupping her ass, the other around her back, holding her close.
"Please what?" he groused, suppressing his laughter as he squeezed her butt and took the stairs two at a time.
"Derelict," she hissed.
"Assistant Derelict," he corrected, dropping her on his bed and systematically stripping her.
"Sergei," she protested, "I'm tired."
Nick didn't argue. "Get some rest, Tiger," he smiled, his eyes feasting on her nude beauty until she slipped under the covers, turned on her side, and presented her back. He grinned when her breathing pattern changed as she feigned sleep.
He left her in bed while he removed his clothing and then went into the bathroom to turn on the water. He wanted it nice and steamy when he brought her in to love her.
He kissed her when he pulled her from the bed, her body yielding to his touch. Her legs went around his hips when he cupped her ass and he laughed softly when she pushed her breasts against his chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"Love me, Sergei," she whispered.
"I'm going to love you, Kitten," he promised, moving into the bathroom. "I itch for you. I itch to kiss every inch of you. I'm starved for the taste of you." His hand slipped under her butt, his fingers seeking her sex, circling her wet opening, probing her heat. "I have to taste your sweet nectar," he husked, carrying her into the shower stall. "I'm going to make you crazy... I'm going to make you hungry for more."
And he did. Sophie hung her mind on a nail, all sensation centered on what Sergei was doing to her body. His mouth was magic, suckling her breasts, his teeth scraping her nipples, his lips pinching the soft flesh surrounding each rosy one. His hands moved over her like a sculptor caressing clay, his palms fondling curves, his fingers probing secrets. He found what he wanted - and offered himself in return.
"I need you, Kitten," he admitted freely, still a little uncertain of her feelings toward him, but unashamed of his feelings for her. "I need you." He lifted her so her legs went around his neck, braced her against the tiled wall, and buried his head between her thighs. His lips rubbed her swollen flesh, making her moan his name. His tongue licked her, her labia parting for his invasion, and her clitoris left with no defense, was sucked into his mouth.
Sophie gasped, each breath harsh but sweet as Sergei's mouth made her crazy and hungry for more. She didn't remember how she ended on the shower floor, only that she was on her back and he was in her, thrusting up and back - slowly, sweetly. His thick cock teased her, pleased her, his heavy sac slapping against her - it felt so good. Her pleasure was building again and when he shouted her name, she squeezed her inner walls around him, milking him, draining him and finally, collapsed in a bubble of pleasure - bliss - and inner peace.