Chapter 182: taste of her

My eyes snapped open to see the early morning light creeping over the top of the curtains in the bedroom. Breathy pants were slipping through my mouth, and my fingers clawed at the bedsheets underneath my back. I tried to close my legs against the rising tide of swirling heat in my core but Andrey Volkov's head was nestled there.

I couldn't see him when I glanced down. He buried his head between my thighs under the blanket, and he was feasting on me as if he were a starving man with his last meal. The flick of his tongue over my clit sent goosebumps flaring across my limbs, and I caught the faint, intoxicating scent of him warm and primal.

Andrey groaned in the back of his throat as he tasted me, pleasuring me and fanning the flames within. A hot and heavy coil tensed up in my core when he slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt and curled them against my sweet spot. That wicked tongue lapped at my clit expertly while his fingers pumped into me repeatedly.

The pleasure was swelling, and my head became lighter as my release barreled towards me. One of my hands dipped under the blanket and ran my fingers through his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp in the way he liked. I felt his loud moan against my pussy in response and pushed my hips up, riding his face as he devoured me.

"Oh! Andrey Volkov", I cried out as he pushed his fingers harder into me. "Don't stop, oh! Oh! Don't stop! Ah!"

My body felt like a breaking dam releasing the Niagara falls. Wave after wave of pleasure, my pussy pulsed on his fingers and he didn't stop, pushing me further as I rode it out. The muscles in my thighs tensed up and squeezed his head, but Andrey nearly chuckled low in the back of his throat. I felt something deep and unnameable stirring, an almost animal thrill beneath my skin at the raw focus in him.

My body quivered as I sank into the mattress. Andrey pulled his fingers from my pussy but continued to lap his tongue slowly over my dripping folds. It elicited brief tremors from my legs, and my breath hitched each time. I draped my free arm over my eyes and continued running my nails over the top of Andrey's head as he drank in every drop of my arousal.

A content hum left me when Andrey pulled up and rose over my body. The blanket fell and revealed that he was fully dressed for work already. My hand dropped from his head and curled around his crimson tie then pulled his face closer. I could still feel the almost magnetic pull in the air around him, something about him that made my pulse stutter.

There was a naughty smirk on his lips, glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. He narrowed his brown eyes at me, full of intent as we closed the distance. I could taste myself on his lips, and I didn't care, not when his kisses were tender. They made my heart flutter.

"Sorry to wake you up. I just couldn't leave without having breakfast", His smile was sinfully handsome. I was now used to him. He was so wicked and I knew what he meant by breakfast.

"I don't mind", I retorted. I couldn't. Not when he makes me cum like that. He always made me feel special.

"Good, because I can't get enough of you. If I want to taste you, I will always do it. Without caring about what time it is", His morning voice was so deep and raspy, I could have listened to it for hours. The almost imperceptible aura around him made me feel alive in a way I couldn't explain.

"I know", I smiled against his lips before slipping my tongue into his mouth for a delicious, fervent last kiss.

"Hm", He groaned, pulling back. "If you keep kissing me like that, I will be late for work",

"I didn't know the Boss could be late", I teased. But I released his tie to let him get up.

"You're a, dangerous vixen, Elena. I would put you in my pocket and take you with me if I could", Andrey choked back a laugh at his own joke as he climbed off the bed.

I shivered at the kiss of cool air on my skin after losing the heat of his powerful body. The mental image of Andrey putting a mini version of me into his front pocket made me giggle. I honestly believed he would do it too.

"Alas, I won't fit in your pocket, and I have practice today", Flinging the blanket away, I stretched out on the bed, not missing the way Andrey's eyes absorbed every inch of my skin.

"Right", He turned to face the mirror over the dresser, straightening his tie and fixing his tousled hair. "Tonight is the finale of the season. Your last performance of Swan lake for the year", He added.

"Indeed", A strange mix of elation and sour poured into my chest.

"Well, as you know. I will be there tonight with Mira. I think Mira wants us all to go to dinner after the show too....", He paused and looked at me through the mirror. "Is that alright with you?", He went on.

Even though Andrey and I were intimate with one another, his family coming to see the show of the season was heavily personal. We were in a secret contract, and this felt like something that would happen between a couple. ~A real couple.

But his aunt was so lovely. I honestly cared about her and enjoyed the days she came to visit me while I was recovering. Mira might appear to be a haughty woman draped in jewels and gold on the outside, but she was so warm and as soft as a bunny on the inside.

The hidden part of me that missed having a whole family truly wanted them there tonight, most especially Mira. She was now like a mother to me. I loved her so much.

"I'm looking forward to it", I lastly responded to Andrey with a smile on my face.

"Wonderful", Andrey came to the side of the bed and curled his fingers under my chin, lifting my face for a swift kiss.

"See you tonight baby",

"Have a good day, Andrey", I loved seeing that genuine smile on his face as he left. When we first met, I never would have fathomed he could smile like that at all.

Maybe there was something different about him. The air still hummed around him, a subtle, unplaceable charge that made my skin tingle and my pulse quicken, though I didn’t ask him why.