Seth's Cravings: An Endless Series: Book 2 (38 page)

     I told myself I would make sure her trust wasn’t
misplaced, but then she’d taken off her bra. Seeing those flawless breasts of
hers, and those luscious nipples…tasting them, nothing had ever tasted so good.

     Well, that wasn’t quite true. Her pussy had been just
as succulent. I was happy that I’d stopped at giving her head and hadn’t ripped
off my pants and taken her like a mad-man.

     I moved up her body kissing the silky smooth skin of
her abdomen on the way, stopping to give each of those awe-inspiring,
over-large nipples a suck and kiss. Nadia’s back arched and her hands fastened
in my hair with a firm grip.

     Her responsiveness was wholehearted, and that firm grip
of hers…it was like she knew my strength and she was going to test it. It was
what I’d been waiting for from a woman.

     I straightened out next to her groaning slightly as my
rock hard dick protested at the confines of my pants. Leaning over her I kissed
her softly. “You okay?” I’d been aggressive with her. Hell, I’d slapped her
mound. I hadn’t done that with many other girls. And while she’d gotten off I
needed to know that I didn’t go too far.

     Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing
heavily, but at my question her eyes opened. It was too dark to read her
expression but her lip curled faintly. “Okay…amazing….spectacular.” She sighed.

     My lips quirked at her reply, and smugness filled me at
hearing the breathless satiation in her voice. It was so much better than
regret. I leaned down to kiss her again, just a gentle kiss in hopes my painful
hard-on would diminish some as I relaxed next to her, but suddenly Nadia rose
up pushing me onto my back, straddling me. Thankfully, her ass hovered over my
groin instead of settling on it. I don’t think my dick could have taken it.

     “You don’t zink were done yet, do you?” 

     Her comment uttered in her heavy accent, and the way
she leaned over me, her pert plump breasts inches from my face, had my dick pulsing
in hope and excitement. “What did you have in mind?” I asked hoarsely.

     Instead of answering me she straightened, gazing down
at me. Her hands settled on my chest, scraping over my pec’s, stroking up over
my shoulders and down my biceps, and then fluttered softly over my abdomen. My
hungry eyes followed the gentle sway of her naked breasts.  

     “You had your chance to touch; now it’s mine.” She said
before leaning down and kissing my nipple. She laved it with her tongue, and
then bit it lightly…and then bit it harder. My dick jerked in painful pleasure.

     My hands flew to her hips. “Fuck, woman. I love how you
touch me.” I expelled gutturally.

     I saw a small smile touch her mouth as she moved to my
other nipple to offer the same ministrations. As she did this I rhythmically
squeezed her ass and thighs as my arousal neared epic levels. If this was all
she was going to do she needed to stop or I was going to come in my pants.

     “Nadia, honey, I can’t take much more. I need to calm
down.” I croaked.

     “No...” She moved her mouth to other parts of my chest.
“I’m not done. You haf a fery extensife chest and I want to examine all of it.”
Something she proceeded to do enthusiastically. “You would so beat out Ryan
Reynolds.” She breathed over my skin.

     I remained silent on that piece of news, too focused on
other things…but it was good to know.

     She ran her lips over every part of my chest and
shoulder, at the same time kneading other areas. I held onto my control, and my
load, by a bare thread, and then she started trailing kisses down my abdomen
her soft hair trailing in her wake.

     “Nadia.” I groaned in agony.

     She scooted down settling her hands lightly on my
painfully confined and engorged cock. “Does this hurt?” She asked.

     I was too far gone to hear if she was teasing or being
serious, either way I answered her truthfully. “Yes.” 

     In the next second she was unfastening my slacks and
wiggling them down my hips. I assisted her mechanically needing to loosen the
pressure and then sighed as my dick was given some respite. But then she was
pulling down my boxers as well, and my violently red and heavily veined cock
sprang straight up like a flag pole already leaking cum.

     “Auhhh.” I grunted automatically in liberation.

     There was silence on Nadia’s end and I watched her
anxiously. Nadia had felt my cock before but hadn’t really seen it. Girls were
either impressed or stared at it like it was going to tear them in two. At the
moment I was thinking she might be leaning toward the later because I wasn’t
sure I’d seen my dick looking this daunting before.   

     Her hands feathered softly over my erection leaving
small shocks in their wake. “
Eto krasivo
.”

    
Her breathy tone was hard
to decipher. Was that fear or approval? “English, Nadia.” When she spoke
Russian it drove me wild in both arousal and frustration. Various words she
said in the thoroughs of passion I could let go, but I needed to know some of
what she said.

     She looked up, her gorgeous eyes wide with awe. “It’s
beautiful.”

     I actually felt embarrassment at her declaration…because
that was certainly a new one. However, anything I might have said to it was
swallowed up as she wrapped both hands around my dick and gave it a firm
stroke. I gave an involuntary grunt at the blissful sensation of her hands. She
was a sight to behold; bare breasted, hair wild around her face, working my
erection with an enthralled look on her face. 

     “And you feel as I remember; boze silk and steel.”
Nadia whispered.

     She settled herself alongside my hip and gave me
another stroke from root to tip squeezing more cum out of the head. I gave
another grunt of pleasure and slipped my hand under her skirt in search of bare
flesh, needing contact with her. I hadn’t planned this, but I couldn’t deny
wanting it.

     “That feels amazing, Nadia.” I growled. My muscles
bunched in rising tension.

     “I want to gif you more zan amazing.” She proclaimed in
a soft throaty voice.

     That statement had my skin tightening in expectation.

     Nadia gathered the fluid at my head and smeared it back
down my hard shaft, and then she repeated the process over and over causing
zings of electricity to shoot down my spine and through my cock. Massaging her thigh
I panted in ecstasy as she brought forth the most intense feelings of pleasure I’d
ever experienced, and she was doing it with just her hand.

     I wanted these feeling to go on forever and had to
close my eyes unable to stand the dual enjoyment of watching and feeling what
she was doing to me. But my eyes flew open in astonishment when Nadia’s mouth suddenly
engulfed me. And she didn’t do it timidly, because that just wasn’t her style.
No…she took as much as she could on the first swallow, and used every part of
her mouth. Her lips caressed. Her tongue swirled. And her throat…her throat
constricted.  

     I thought I’d gone to blow job heaven, but the tight, wet
warmth of her mouth was too good and about five seconds in I felt it, that first
sharp edge of release shooting down my spine, building in my balls, and racing
down my shaft.

     “Ah shit, Nadia, I’m coming.” I exclaimed gutturally.  

     Her fantastic mouth made one last swirl and I barely
had enough time to turn on my side as load after load shot out of my dick onto
the blanket in pulsating waves of spine-spasming release.

     “Auhhhh fuuuuccck.” My groan and discharge gradually
dwindled until I was completely depleted. After, I just laid there on my side
in a sated delirium trying to catch my breath.
Shit, that was good!

     Now that the ringing in my ears had stopped I could
hear the heaviness of Nadia’s breathing and noted that her fingers were
kneading into my hip. During my orgasm I had rolled toward her and I still had
my hand under her skirt latched onto her naked thigh, only it had moved to the
inside of her thigh touching her heat and wetness. She was trembling slightly,
her rapt gaze on my semi swollen dick, and I realized that she had gotten
aroused all over again from giving me a blow job, and my hand near her pussy
was most likely amplifying the condition.

     Warmth and emotions swelled my chest. Sitting up I
wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled with her to my other side, away from
my ejaculation. Laying her on her back I pressed up against her side and set a
possessive hand on her breast. At the same time I threw a leg over one of hers making
sure that my thigh nestled against her mound. My cock was still hanging out pushing
into her leg. It seemed to like that and twitched in interest.

     Leaning down I took her mouth and drank from it
thirstily. After several minutes, where both of us were undulating against each
other again in renewed desire, I pulled back with smaller whispery kisses. “A
thank you sounds insignificant, but I am at a loss for words.”

     Nadia’s hands brushed over my face softly, around my
ears, settling on the back of my neck as her lips skimmed mine teasingly. “I
like making you at a loss for words.” Her teeth tugged at my bottom lip making
my dick twitch again in excited recollection. It was ready for more.

     Out of the blue a dark and sickly feeling unfurled in
my stomach. Nadia had been damn good at giving head. The best I’d ever had.
Sure, I’d only gotten five seconds worth, but I knew a quality blow job. Where
had she’d learned all that? Who had she learned it on? Her brother had told me that
she didn’t bring guys home, but who had she’d gotten together with outside her
home? And how many?

     Yeah…I recognized I was jealous. I’d never questioned
or even thought about my other partner’s partners before, not even Melissa’s,
but I was thinking about Nadia’s. And I really wasn’t liking the images running
through my head. I did not like thinking about her with other men. I knew my
feelings of jealousy were irrational and unjust because it wasn’t like I was
any kind of Saint.

     But who the hell said feelings and thoughts were ever
reasonable.

     “You have gone awfully tense and ferocious looking all
of a sudden. What’s wrong?” Nadia pulled back to look at me. “Don’t tell me
you’re regretting what happened, because I so won’t believe it?” She was
teasing me but I could hear a hidden trace of anxiety in her tone.  

     Hearing that made me realize what an ass I was being.
It didn’t get rid of my jealousy, but it did shove my perverse feelings back in
my face. Hugging her close I kissed her. “No, I definitely do not regret what
we did. I was thinking about something else.”

     “Can I ask what?” She asked stroking a finger over my
chest.

     My stupidity didn’t need to be aired. I soothed my
hands over her smooth back loving the silkiness of her skin. “It was nothing,
just a stupid wayward thought.”

     She peered at me intently. “You had a stupid wayward
thought that caused you to tense up and look murderous almost immediately after
an orgasm. It wasn’t regret, but you don’t want to tell me what it is.” She was
the one that was tense now and there was an undeniable edge to her tone.

     Uh-oh. I forgot Nadia was particularly adept at reading
people and she was without a doubt picking up something from me.

     I made sure I had her lodged firmly under me. “If I
tell you what it was will you promise not to flay me alive, because it
was
a stupid unconscious thought that I already kicked myself for.”

     She frowned and wiggled but I wasn’t letting her get
anywhere. Her struggles, which had her bare breasts rubbing against my chest
and her leg enticing my erection, only increased my body’s interest. “
Bozhe
,
just tell me. You’re freaking me out wiz all zis
shumlkha
.” She
exclaimed.

     I exhaled loudly. “I got jealous.”

     She stopped squirming and stared at me in bewilderment.
“Jealous? Jealous of what?”

     “Other guys.”

     Her frowned deepened. “What other guys? You’re not
making any sense.”

     I blew out another loud exhale. “The other guys before
me. I thought about you with other men and it wasn’t a pleasant thought.”

     Surprise crossed her face and she was back to staring
at me intently. “You didn’t like it, but now you’re okay with it?”

     A snort came out before I could stop it. “Uh…not
exactly, I just won’t think about it any more.” Her finger was messing with my
thoughts because it was flicking at my nipple. I never thought they were that
sensitive.

     “Is it that easy? Just tell yourself you won’t think
about something and it becomes so.”

     I wish it was that easy, because no matter what I told
myself I still didn’t like it. “Nadia, we both have pasts. I have no right to
feel jealous for something that happened before I even knew you, and it would
only be hypocritical of me.”

     Her finger stopped and she stared at me with a scowl
before looking away. “Thanks for reminding of
your
past women.”

     I sighed at my idiocy, at the same time I couldn’t deny
that I liked knowing she was jealous as well. “Remember Nadia, we both have
pasts.”

     She turned her frown back at me. “And how extensive is
your past?”

     I know that wasn’t something either one of us should be
sharing. “If you’re subtly asking if I’m clean, I am. I get tested regularly
for lacrosse.”

     “That’s good to know, but I was asking how many? You
athletes are well known for getting around I hear.” She lifted her brow at me
mockingly.

     “Nadia, I’m not going to tell you how many.” No way, no
how.

     “Do you even know how many?” Her comment was snide and
she started to struggle again.