“Remember the safe word?” He checks, as his tongue on my clit feels like an electric shock.My hips buck with every single touch.
I do remember the safe word.
I just don’t want to use it.
Because every jolt of pleasure he extracts from me is intoxicating and addictive.
And when his tongue makes me feel like this, when his mouth and his stubble are running all over my most sensitive flesh, it’s impossible to think about anything else.
Impossible to feel guilt about the way that I’ve been working against him for the past month.
Because whoever Leks is, whatever he may have done, I’m increasingly doubting my father’s story that he was the reason for my brothers’ deaths.
Or maybe I’m just not willing to believe that I could experience this much pure, addictive pleasure at the hands of a monster.
21
LEKS
We sleep in separate beds. We never talk about our feelings. We never take this to the next level. But every night I fall asleep — the best sleeping schedule I’ve ever kept — with the taste of Natalia on my tongue.
The second we’re alone in a room together she’s all I can think about. At first, I tried to be civilized about this. I would make dinner each night, ready for her when she got home.
Then I realized that as soon as Natalia walked in the room, all thoughts of cooking left my head. On the third casserole I burned into charcoal, I decided that cooking with Natalia present was a fire hazard.
Now we eat late at night, something quick and easy. Takeaways, toasties, salads. Something that won’t keep me from her.
The nights where I don’t taste her, when she’s visiting her family or out with Vera, my mood affects everyone around me.
Just like a junky.
Only there’s no support group to go to when your addiction is your wife.She’s a habit that I don’t want to stop.
The seconds of the day tick by slowly until I’m with her, then they go too fast.
The sweet taste of her.
The soft noises that I’m not sure she even knows she’s making. That only I bring out of her.
That delicious flush stains her chest, her neck, her cheeks.
Cream and rose. I lick her skin as if I could taste her arousal from it, tracing my tongue along the path of the flush as it spreads over her skin.
Natalia’s breasts arch against me as she responds to the glide of my tongue on her skin.
“Leks,” she gasps, already shaky from her release.
“Just one more,zolotse,” I murmur against her neck.
My cock throbs painfully as I trace my mouth down between her legs. She’s glistening with moisture, her flesh quivering with anticipation.
I kiss the smooth skin of her inner thigh, gradually dragging my lips towards her center. She makes a noise of frustration.
Her hands tangle in my hair as she tries to get what she wants from me.
“So needy. Not yet,” I growl, my cock growing steadily harder as I watch Natalia becoming desperate.
I hold back, nuzzling my face against her soft patch of hair between her legs and dropping my tongue further back, to a place where I know she’s never been touched.
