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Of course he knows. My squirming body and ecstatic gasps are not exactly hard to read, but he wants me to say it.
“I—I like—” I pause. “I can’t say it.”
“Look at me.” Arman’s gaze is fire. “Rest your eyes on mine and believe it; I’m crazy about you. Make my life worth living and demand your pleasure.” He smiles. “You can do it.”
I swallow and steady my nerves before I try again. “I like the way you eat my pussy.” Arman’s smile breaks into a grin, and I find some reserve of courage, my voice strengthening. “Make me come with your tongue, Arman. Please.”
“Well done.” His face disappears between my thighs once more, and I arch my back as he delves between my pussy lips, his tongue caressing my swollen clit. “Now lie back and let it happen.”
He holds my legs firmly to stop me moving too much, and it’s just as well; the sensations he’s bringing forth are brand new, and my body doesn’t know which way is up. I cry out as my tender little button grows ever more sensitive, and Arman takes it between his lips, working it rhythmically. He slips the tips of two fingers into my aching entrance, and that pressure catapults me into the heavens.
“I’m coming,” I say, heat gathering in my core. “Oh my God, what’s—”
Without warning, Arman slips deeper, pushing at my inner walls. My climax hits, and I clench my pussy as warmth floods forth, drenching everything. Arman doesn’t let up on my clit until I’m panting, my pussy spasming as I come down from the heights.
21
Lilyana
“What happened?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows. “The bed is soaked!”
“You squirted, tsvetok.” Arman laughs at my concern. “It was beautiful. What a glorious hot mess you’ve made.”
I cover my face with my hands. “Is that weird?”
“No. You’re like me; I make a mess, too.” Arman rolls onto the wet patch, pulling me on top of him. “You feel that? I’ve never been harder, Lili. That was fucking sublime.”
He moves his stiff cock against my inner thigh, and I wonder if the stitches in his pants might give way. I trace his length tentatively with my fingertip, and he drops his head onto the pillow.
“Lili, don’t.” He clenches his fist and sinks his teeth into his knuckles, biting hard enough to leave white dents in the skin. “I need to take my time and teach you what to do, and I can’t, not now. You’re already late.”
“Late for what?” I ask.
He moves his hips, bumping his dick against me as he speaks. “A few minutes won’t matter,” he says, apparently to himself. “I won’t be able to fucking walk unless—
As if on cue, my phone rings, and I disentangle myself from Arman to answer it. “Bastard cellphones!” Arman rolls onto his front and roars into the pillow. “It’ll be Josie. She’s always so fucking punctual.”
I swipe to green, and sure enough, it’s her. “Morgana and I are already at the boutique,” she chirps. “Where are you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You need to pick a wedding dress. Arman asked me to make the appointment. You mean to say he didn’t tell you?”
I catch Arman’s eye, and he shrugs apologetically. “No, he did not,” I say through gritted teeth. “Where are you exactly?”
The bridal salon is, of course, closed to the public. A skinny girl with a red pixie cut and a black pantsuit greets me at the door.
“Hello, Miss Kislev. Your friends are waiting.”
She leads me to the gigantic lounge, where Morgana and Josie giggle as they tuck into stacks of wobbly Japanese pancakes.
“Hey, Lili.” Morgana hugs me. “We brought breakfast. Sorry for the mix-up. Is everything all right?”
Good question. Let’s see. I may be falling in love with a man who wants to nuke my V-card from orbit, own my orgasms, and whisper the sweetest, most heartrending things you could ever hope to hear. He’s also insisting to all and sundry that our marriage is a noble gesture of loyalty to my family. Not a power grab, and certainly not because he’s in love.
Oh, and my pussy is still feeling the aftershocks of where he made me come on his tongue. Other than that, all good!
“I wish I’d known about this so I could have got my friend Heidi to come too,” I say. “But yeah, I’m fine.”
