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ARSEN
With my hand still on her stomach, I kiss her with the slightest of pressure—lighter than a leaf on a pond. Bit by bit, I sink in harder until our teeth touch. Her throat flexes, air leaving her nose in an intoxicating shudder. Kissing her never gets stale. I can taste her mouth for hours, perhaps days, the pair of us taking breaks only for water. I picture it now—the kind of lazing in bed a newly married couple does on their honeymoon.
We never had one.
Of course not … It would have made no sense then. But now it pains me like an itch I can’t quite sate. I want to spoil Galina. I want to see her stretched out on the sand with the blue water rolling behind her, her skin soaking up the sun. We’d fuck right then and there until both of us were red with sunburn, and then we’d retreat inside for round two.
“Arsen,” she moans, opening her mouth wider, allowing me to sweep my tongue inside. My thumb on her jaw treads over the angle until I reach her ear. Curling a hand firmly into her hair, I tug her head back, eliciting a throaty gasp that drives me wild with need.
She’s wearing a thick, form-fitting cable-knit dress the shade of a desert rose. It’s lovely, but what’s beneath is lovelier. With the fingers of my other hand, I hook her dress up until it shows her creamy hips. Her panties are dark from her juices.
“I need to taste you.” Dropping to my knees, I inhale the sweet scent of her pussy. “You make me do insane things, ptichka.”
“Do I?” she whimpers.
“Always.” I tug her panties into her slit, enjoying how the fabric hugs her clit while showing off her lower lips. She moans loudly. “You put me so easily in a position no pakhan will ever willingly take. I’m on my knees for you.”
Her hips rock from side to side as she anticipates what’s next. “I don’t want to make you do things you don’t want.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I say darkly. Palming her ass, I yank her forward, my nose rubbing on her slit as she mewls. “I want to do this. I’m dying to do it. When you’re close to me, all I want is to touch you, kiss you, feel you until I forget where I end and where you begin.” I lightly spread my tongue over her panties. She jerks. I press her closer to my face until she can’t move.
She’s not going anywhere until I’m done eating her out.
I lap at her sweet slit until her juices and my saliva mix. Hooking the straps of her panties, I roll them down to her knees. Her pussy is the same pink as her dress. I’d planned to start out slow … controlled. But something dark and primal possesses me now. Trapping her pussy against my lips, I lick along the length of her slit until my tongue swirls around her clit, and then I trace my path down, only to come back up again.
Galina’s moans grow louder each time my tongue runs along the length of her pussy until moans become cries and cries become screams. But I’m deaf to it. Her pleasure soon becomes background noise as I lose myself in the rich taste and scent that is her.
I want to make her come, so I do.
I’m not a man who hesitates when he craves something. Call it a flaw.
Her thighs crush my ears, squeezing tightly as she loses control. Closing my lips around her, I feel her alluring taste flood my mouth. I refuse to let go as I drink down every drop of her nectar. She buckles, but I hold her up. Her clit is a hard nub that grazes my tongue. I suckle it a few times until her voice goes hoarse and those loud shrieks of pleasure die down into trembling whimpers. Her hands reach for my hair—now pulling me close, now pushing me away, now yanking me back as she struggles to decide what she wants.
Wiping my arm across my mouth, I gaze up at her with my blood singing in my ears. I’m tight all over, as if my skin is being stretched over the lust that’s ballooning endlessly inside me. Moments like this bring me back to the present in a way nothing else but a fight for my life does. I prefer this to the latter, of course.
“Take it all off,” I whisper thickly. “Now, ptichka.”
Obediently she removes her dress, her hair coming undone in the process. The brown curls hang almost to her nipples. Her bra is thrown aside thoughtlessly. I stand, scooping her into my arms. We kiss again, and her tongue coaxes against mine as both of us share in the flavor of her pleasure.
When we break apart, I dive like a kingfisher, gathering her left nipple into my mouth. It’s already firm, standing proud from her arousal. She whispers my name, among other lovely things as she guides her hands to the back of my head. In response, I suckle her nipple lightly, drawing yet another tender gasp from her pale throat.
I lift my head just enough to dampen my fingers. With my thumb and pointer, I roll them slickly over one breast while I lick the other. I can worship her breasts for hours. She makes it easy with how she moans lustfully. I take my time playing with her nipples—tugging, twisting, and grazing them lightly with my canines. When she starts to hiss like it’s too much, I plant kisses as light as a butterfly landing on a flower on her trembling flesh as beads of sweat fall from my brow and burst into bloom on her flesh.
Slowly, I lower her onto the computer chair. It rolls back on its wheels. I grab the arms to bring it back to me. That’s when I get an idea. “Spread your legs.”
She bites her lip coyly, then tucks her knees up to her chest. Hooking my hands under her knees, I push them further until her ankles are over the top of the chair’s arms. She’s fully exposed to me—vulnerable and beautiful. Her wetness is soaking the cushions.
I’ll have to buy Matvey a new chair.
A small price to pay.
The pressure of my cock in my pants is immense. Popping the top button gives some relief. I take my time inching my zipper down, glorying in the process. Galina watches raptly. This is a show she’d happily put on repeat.
My erection surges forward as I slip my boxers over my hips. Jerking the base of my cock lazily, I grin at her. “You can’t get enough of this, can you?”
She shakes her head. “I might have a slight addiction.”
“Good,” I say huskily. I jerk my cock faster. “That makes two of us.” I peel the bottom of my shirt upward, exposing my rows of abdominal muscles. She licks her lips, widening her thighs on the chair. The sight has my cock hardening more than I could ever get it to do by myself.
