He was greeted by panties that matched her bra. The scraps of lace emphasizing her long limbs, the pale perfection of her skin, her sleek, subtle curves.
She reached behind her again. She unhooked her bra and slipped it off. Her fingers then hooked the edge of her panties. She shimmied her hips and that bit of lace disappeared, too.
If he thought she'd been stunning in her underwear, he wasn't prepared for her standing in front of him nude. Her small breasts were pert and firm with raspberry tips. Her mons was plump and shadowed with a tiny triangle of dark curls.
He swallowed, his body aching so intensely for her that he almost cried out. Damn, she was beautiful. He couldn't recall any woman as beautiful as he found this one.
He sat up, snagging her wrist, tugging her back down onto the bed.
She laughed, the sound making every cell in his body throb, pulse.
"You are very bad at letting me take control," she said. She touched his face, her palm hot against his cheek. Her fingertips traced his jawline, his cheekbone, his lips.
He nipped her, and she cried out, the sound one of shocked pleasure rather than pain or dismay. He caught the back of her head and pulled her down to him. His mouth tasted her, his teeth teased her soft lips.
She moaned into his mouth, her teeth worrying his bottom lips in return. He nipped her again, and she gasped.
She pulled away from him, and for a second he worried he'd been too rough. Her lips were red and swollen, and alarm dampened his desire a little.
"Jo?" he asked, his voice raspy with warring desire and concern.
She smiled to reassure him, the curve of her lips almost painfully sweet. Then her hand moved to his chest, her small, fiery fingertips gliding down his chest, his stomach. She reached the button of his jeans, pulling at it, and for the first time, he realized her fingers were trembling.
Good, he thought. He hated to think he was the only one overwhelmed with desire. And he was practically insane with need.
She tugged again and the button came loose. A rasp of metal on metal joined their uneven breathing, and he felt cool air on his burning flesh.
Her fingers curled around his waistband, and she worked the denim down his legs. His boxers followed. Then she was still.
He rose up on his elbows to look at her. She stared at him, or rather one part of him.
Then she looked at him, her heavy-lidded expression replaced by astonishment.
"Wow," was all she said. Then, as if his cock were a lodestone, her attention returned to the rock-hard erection. She blinked, but then her hand come out to touch him.
His hips jerked off the mattress at the light touch. He bit his lip, fighting to stay in control. And let her have the control.
Her slender fingers curled around his girth, testing the weight and the texture of him.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, and Maksim couldn't recall anyone ever saying anything nicer to him. A compliment for his dick, and he was putty. Damn.
He watched, almost as if her descent were happening in delicious slow motion as her head lowered and her mouth pressed to the sensitive underside. Her small, pink tongue darted out to lick the length of the sensitive ridge. His hips jerked again, a shuddering breath escaping him.
Then her hot, wet mouth was surrounding him. He fell back onto the bed.
Okay, now he was putty.
Jo couldn't recall ever being this excited, need sizzling through her veins like a wildfire. She took him into her mouth, sliding up and down on him, her tongue swirling. She licked his arousal, the shaft like steel covered in smooth silk.
"Do like that," she murmured, keeping her lips against him. His erection bobbed along with his head as if they both had to answer. She smiled, still keeping her mouth pressed to him so he could feel the gesture. Like some sort of erotic Braille.
She ran her tongue up the length of him, then took him back inside her mouth. He made a whimpering noise that was so sexy, a noise that revealed his pleasure and his submission, both of which turned her on almost unbearably. Her breasts felt heavy, achy. Moisture, slick and hot, dampened her inner thighs.
Part of her wondered if she should be embarrassed at how aroused she was, but another part was just filled with wonder. She didn't know she could even feel this way.
And she loved the power she wielded right now. She loved the raggedness of Maksim's breath. The way his hips lifted to urge himself further into her mouth. The way he hissed when she grazed her teeth, just barely along the vulnerable, tender underside of his very impressive penis. The way his fingers knotted in her hair, tugging, but not hurting her.
"Jo. Damn, woman. I have to be inside you."
She kissed the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness there. She lifted her head and grinned. "You were inside me."
"But not inside where I want to be."
"Oh really? Well, I can change your mind about that."
Her mouth returned to him. She took him deep, his huge cock touching the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down on him. Taking him whole, tasting every inch of him.
She sped up her pace, taking him deep, then nearly releasing him, her tongue circling the tip with each near withdrawal. And with each lap over the soft, cushiony head, he groaned, his hips bucking.
"Jo," he pleaded, his voice rough, raw with need.
In response, she took him entirely again, then kept her motions smooth and swift, her fingers curling around the base of his shaft, joining the fluid, fast strokes.
Then she felt him tighten, his muscles locking, his hips arching up. Warm liquid hit the back of her throat, salty, musky and a little sweet.
She swallowed, savoring the quivering of his body under her. Savoring the taste of him.
"Damn," he said, his voice weak, trembling.
She looked up at him then, smiling smugly. He was sprawled on the bed, panting.
"Like that, huh?"
"Oh, yeah." He remained still for a moment, then lifted his head, his eyes clouded with satisfaction like opaque green sea glass.
Her grin widened, the power she felt making her giddy.
"Don't you look pleased with yourself?" he said.
"Mmm-hmm." She didn't even bother to look repentant. As if she hadn't seen that same look on his face many times. "Why? Are you pleased?"
She knew the answer to that.
"Oh yeah. Very much so." He fell back onto the bedding.
She laughed. She liked having the ability to make this gorgeous man dissolve into a big puddle of contentment.
She idly caressed the solid muscle of his thigh.
He elbowed himself up again. "Come here."
Even though she liked her control, she didn't even hesitate, raising up on her knees to lean over him.
She made a small noise of surprise as he kissed her fiercely, all his lazy fulfillment gone.
She pulled back to study him. Now he looked like a cat, wild and ready to pounce. Amazing. No man she'd been with could recharge that quickly.
She glanced down at his penis. It was thick and hard again.
"Holy cow," she said aloud this time.
Now, he smiled with smug satisfaction. "I can go all night."
And she didn't even consider thinking that was just an arrogant boast.
"But you haven't even gone once," he murmured as if it was a terrible shame. "Let me take care of that."
He touched her thigh, and she slid her knees apart, desperate for his touch. His fingers skimmed between her legs, teasing her, then parting her.
"Mmm, you are nice and wet, baby."
Without preamble he slipped a long finger into her, entering her roughly, wonderfully.
She gasped, and it was his turn to smile.
He kept his finger inside and inserted another. She cried out as his thumb found her taut, hypersensitive clitoris, and he swirled.