Blitzed(163)

“And she's hotter than her country is cold,” I teased back. Felix stammered, and I laughed. “It's okay. Not that I'm saying we need to drive back to the Ukraine and invite her to Paris for tea and sandwiches or anything.”

Felix pulled me in close, his eyes warm and unshadowed for the first time since Paris. “This is why I could never find a woman better than you,” he whispered, stroking my back. “Regardless of the drugs, regardless of the conditioning, I'd never have fully forgotten you. I'm sorry it took a while to remind me of myself.”

“Well, if you've remembered me, have you remembered everything?” I teased, reaching down to cup his backside and squeeze.

Felix chuckled and shrugged. “Let's see if my memory is fully returned. Come on.”

Pulling me along, we nearly ran the rest of the way back to the house, bursting into his bedroom and tumbling onto his bed, nearly clawing at our clothes. I felt the seam on my blouse let go with a hot purring sound, thrilling me at the longed-for power and strength of my Felix. “Hmm, absence makes the heart grow fonder,” I giggled as I tugged at his shirt. “But it's not just my heart I think you're interested in.”

“You already have my heart,” he growled in reply as he lifted my bra up and off my breasts, covering them with his rough hands. Whatever else Svetlana had done to him, she'd kept him in phenomenal shape, he looked even more muscular and stronger than he'd been when he was training for his last theft. “But this is about more than the heart.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I replied, pushing his head down my body. “I think you know what I need, too.”

Felix kissed his way down my stomach, pausing to undo the belt of my jeans with his teeth before yanking the loose work pants down my hips and peeling them off of my legs. “You've got more muscle than last time,” he said, rubbing my thighs. “Training?”

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as he hooked his fingers into my panties and peeled them down. I opened my eyes again, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “A problem?”

“No, this is a body I can hold on to, give my all to,” he said, pausing with his mouth just above my *. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing as he relished the aroma. “In fact, maybe I can give you even more of me than before.”

“You better,” I replied before my breath was literally ripped from my chest. Felix lowered his tongue to the nub at the top of my * and licked hard and slowly, his tongue grinding into my clit until I thought my head would explode. Before I could recover, he did it again, this time making sure I was looking down at him as he dragged his tongue up and down. “Felix . . . f*ck . . .”

He was un-waivered, this time his tongue slipping between my lips to taste my wet inner folds. Reaching deep with his tongue, he gathered my nectar from me and lapped hungrily at my flesh. Reaching down, he grabbed my legs just behind my calves and raised them, pushing them higher and higher until my knees were nearly next to my head. From this balled up helpless position, I couldn't help but watch as he sucked and licked at me, the whole time his eyes fixed on mine.

His hands left my legs to disappear from view, but from the sound of the brass zipper of his jeans being pulled down, I knew exactly what he was doing. Reaching, I found the hard shaft, intimidated again by his size. How I at one time had fit both him and Francois inside me seemed impossible, but in the month since we'd last had sex, I was aching for Felix in any way I could get him.

“Hungry, are we?” he asked, grabbing my questing wrist.

I nodded, and Felix pulled back, letting me uncoil on the bed while he got to his knees. Taking me by the hair, he fed me his cock, my mouth stretching to feel the steely velvet skin of his shaft slide past my lips. Instead of letting me pleasure him, he was in total control, holding my head still as he pushed in and out of my mouth, each time stopping before I could gag. I was powerless, but wanton and begging for more.

I moaned around his cock, turning over to get to my knees, my * aching for release. I reached between my legs, my fingers rubbing at my wet lips while Felix pumped in and out of my willing mouth, his fingers entwined in my hair. He was rougher than we'd ever been before, more powerful and controlling, and I loved every second of it.

Finally, he pulled back, his chest heaving and his skin flushed with arousal. “Not your mouth,” he growled, moving around me in one panther-like motion to get behind me. “I need more.”

“Me too,” I gasped as he seized me by the waist and plunged all the way inside me in one powerful thrust. I thought I'd been ready, but still I was nearly split in two by his cock, the pleasure highlighted by the razor's edge of pain that jolted up my spine at the same instant. Felix didn't pause, but pulled back, my body already craving him again when he paused, the head of his cock just inside me. “Don't stop.”

He plunged back inside me and drove white streaks of pleasure through me, impaling me on his cock. We gave in to our animal instincts, our bodies taking over as we grunted and heaved, his cock hammering into me with powerful, body-shattering thrusts that left my * quaking even before half a dozen breaths had been taken. I was left clawing at the blankets, desperate for more and for release simultaneously, joy and happiness flooding my heart.

My orgasm built quickly inside me, long repressed and sorely missed. Felix was there soon as well, his breath ragged and his cock swelling, driving us both to the edge. My breath caught in my throat again, and suddenly I was there, screaming Felix's name even as he cried out my own, until everything else in the universe was obliterated, and I was left dazed on the bed.