"So wet," he said, stroking her, inside and out.
She couldn't control her hips; they ground against his hand.
A moan filled the air, and she wasn't sure if it came from him or her. She was too caught up in the feeling of him, and his amazing touch. He shifted his fingers inside her, and suddenly everything got more intense, too intense.
She caught his wrist to stop him, to control the extreme sensation ripping through her.
"Just let go, baby."
Just let go. She shook her head. Danger always came with just letting go. But as he continued to massage that spot deep inside her, she realized he wasn't going to allow her to do anything else.
The hand that pulled at his wrist now just gripped him, using him as an anchor in the wild, reckless release that threatened to suck her in completely.
"That's it," he said, his other hand coming around to hold her waist. "That's it, darling. Come for me."
She gritted her teeth, shaking her head. "I can't. I can't."
"Yes, you can. For me, you can."
He pressed the pad of his finger hard against her, and she exploded. A violent scream tore from her throat as pleasure so intense, so consuming it bordered on pain, rushed through her body.
Jo had no idea how much time lapsed as breaker after breaker of astonishing release washed over her, through her.
When the orgasm calmed to ripples, she realized Maksim held her limp weight. He sat up, one arm around her back, the other still inside her, stroking her easily, gently.
Warmth burned her cheeks at her unrestrained abandon. She'd never had anything like that happen. Ever.
He smiled at her, the curl of his lips lopsided, sweet. "Good?"
She blushed further, but nodded her head.
"Good," he said and he leaned forward and kissed her.
To her complete shock, the touch of his firm, smooth lips rekindled reaction in her. After that, after the most intense orgasm of her life, she was becoming aroused again.
But this time, he didn't rush her toward ecstasy, he eased her. Kissing her slowly, sweetly. Sucking and teasing her breasts, stroking her like a treasured pet. His hand cupping her mons, circling the hard nub at the top of her sex unhurriedly. Each caress arousing in its leisurely enjoyment of her body.
She touched him, too. The hard muscles of his shoulders, his back. His taut, perfect stomach. His straining erection.
"You feel so good," she murmured against his mouth as she ran her hand up and down his imposing length.
"Thank you. You too. You too," he said. He nipped her beaded nipple.
She gasped, feeling the bite throughout her body, until it pulsed where his thumb rubbed her clitoris.
He eased her back on the mattress then, parting her legs. She let them fall open, easily, willingly. Wanting him inside her. That thick, hard length filling her, stretching her.
But instead of coming down on top of her, he remained sitting between her spread thighs.
"You are so beautiful."
She gasped as one of his large fingers entered her. Then he bent forward and his tongue replaced his swirling thumb. And immediately the gradual, steady build to complete arousal was catapulted into powerful, overwhelming passion.
He licked her, teased her, suckled her until she was mindless with need.
"Please, Maksim," she begged, tugging at his short hair, yanking him up her body in her desperation to have him inside her.
He slid up her, skin to skin, a glorious friction. She arched and moaned, cradling him between her thighs.
The touch of their body seemed to ignite his passion, too. He positioned himself and entered her in one swift thrust. She writhed under him, the heavy feeling of him deep inside her more thrilling than she could have imagined.
Then he started to move, and time lapsed. All she could do was follow his rhythm, and feel. His muscles undulating over her, his magnificent weight pinning her to the bed, his large cock filling her completely.
"You feel so good," he breathed, plunging over and over into her.
She curled her legs around his back, straining against him. Taking all of him over and over. Then his movements became faster, harder, more demanding.
And she gave into him, shouting out her climax. He followed her, his own yell of release filling her ears.
Then she fell into blissful oblivion.
CHAPTER 15
Sometime during the night, Jo was aware of Maksim lifting her up to the pillows and tucking the covers over her. But she didn't rouse enough to speak or even know what he did after that.
When she woke in the morning, she found the other side of the bed empty, and she realized he must have left. She sat up, still disoriented from her deep sleep. His clothes were gone and she heard no sound of him in the apartment. The destroyed bedding and her scattered clothing were the only signs that last night had ever happened.
Disappointment filled her, then she pushed the feeling away. They hadn't agreed to anything more than sex. So she couldn't very well expect him to be cuddled in beside her in the morning. And in truth, she didn't want their arrangement to be different. Anything more would be too complicated.
Complicated was something she already had plenty of in her life.
Telling herself everything was good, she fell back against her pillows and stretched. She glanced at her alarm clock. It was 7:00 A.M. She smiled slightly and sighed.
She couldn't recall a time in the past two months when she'd slept that soundly. Or for that long. She'd been functioning on two-hour intervals of sleep every night, usually never making it more than six hours before giving up and getting out of bed to wander around in a dazed exhaustion.
Who knew that the perfect treatment for her insomnia was good sex? She stretched again, her muscles aching, but in a very satisfying way. Good? Okay, she'd give Maksim credit where credit was due. Great sex. Stupendous sex. The best sex she'd ever had.
She lounged amid her fluffy bedding for a few moments longer, then groaned, forcing herself to get out of bed. Enough basking in the fond memories of last night. She padded to the kitchen and forced herself to drink a glass of milk.
She shuddered and grimaced as she set the glass in the sink.
Yuck. She really hated milk.
But a shower. Now that she could really enjoy. She stretched again; muscles she didn't even know she had were protesting.
She stopped in the hallway to open a small cupboard that she used as a linen closet. She grabbed a towel and a washcloth, then continued to the bathroom. The small room, which was only big enough for the shower/tub, toilet, and pedestal sink, was dim. The one small window was covered with a curtain decorated in big colorful daisies.
She walked into the room, not bothering with the light. She set her towels down on the closed toilet seat, then turned back to flip the light switch. But as she took a step forward, her foot landed on something.
Quickly stepping away from the unknown object, she flicked on the light and looked down to see what felt both hard and squishy at the same time under the ball of her foot.
There in the middle of her daisy-covered bath mat, which matched the curtain was…
She leaned forward to pick the item up, certain she was seeing things. As her fingers curled around it, feeling the rubbery texture, an icy chill stole over her still bed-warmed skin.
She stared at the object, telling herself there was nothing to get nervous about. She shouldn't make a big deal over this. It wasn't that weird. But even as she told herself that, she knew she didn't have one of these. Even though she'd seen the object before. In fact the last time she'd seen one of these up close was burned indelibly into her mind.
A shiver racked her body as she continued to stare at it.
A swimmer's nose plug, the kind with a clip that fit over the nose with a band that wrapped around the swimmer's head. Made out of pale blue rubber.