When she’s squirming and making these soft, desperate little sounds, I finally give her what she needs. I point my tongue and flick it directly over her clit in light, fast circles that make her hips jerk. Then I seal my lips around the swollen bud and suck, gentle at first, then a little harder when she gasps my name.
“Volody—oh god—”
“That’s it,” I say against her slick flesh. “Say my name while I eat this sweet cunt. I want to hear it. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
I go back in, alternating between broad, flat licks and focused, relentless flicks against her clit. I can feel her getting closer, her arousal flooding my mouth. I bring one big hand up and use two fingers to spread her lips wider, exposing every inch of her to my mouth. Then I push my tongue inside her entrance, fucking her with it in shallow, deliberate thrusts.
She’s so goddamn tight. The thought that no one has ever been inside her before makes me feral. I want to be the first. The only. I want this tight little hole to remember the shape of my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I want it to know who it belongs to now.
I replace my tongue with one thick finger, sliding it in slowly, carefully, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion like they never want to let go. She’s hot and silky and perfect. I work it in and out gently while my mouth works her clit, sucking, licking, circling. In, out, a slow twist of my wrist. Letting her body adjust to the stretch.
“Good girl,” I praise, voice muffled against her dripping cunt. “Taking my finger so well. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? So tight and greedy and perfect. Look at you, getting so wet for me. Dripping down my hand. Fuck, Liv. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I add a second finger when she starts rocking against my hand. It’s a snug fit, and I go slow, scissoring them gently to open her up. All the while my tongue never stops flicking, circling, sucking on her clit like it’s the only thing that matters. Because right now, it is.
I can hear how wet she is. The obscene, slick sounds of my mouth on her fill the room along with her moans. Her thighs areshaking on either side of my head. Her hands are in my hair, tugging me closer, like she needs me exactly where I am.
I can feel her getting closer. The way her walls flutter and clench around my fingers. The way her breathing turns ragged. The way her moans turn higher, more desperate, my name breaking on her lips like she’s never said anything as urgently in her life.
I curl my fingers upward, stroking that rough patch inside her that makes her whole body jolt.
“Volody—oh fuck—right there—”
I suck hard on her clit and rub that spot relentlessly, until she shatters.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses. Her hips buck against my face. A rush of wetness floods my mouth, hot and sweet and hers, and I drink it down greedily, licking and sucking through every wave, not stopping until she’s whimpering and oversensitive, her hands pushing weakly at my head.
Even then, I don’t pull away. I give her soft, gentle licks. Kissing her spent pussy like it’s the most sacred thing I’ve ever touched. Because right now, it is. I nuzzle against her inner thigh, breathing her in, my face wet with her release. My heart is pounding like I’ve gone ten rounds, but this is better. This is peace and possession and something I didn’t know I was starving for until tonight.
My perfect woman. My untouched woman.Mine.
Liv
Morning comes in sunlight pouring through floor-to-ceiling glass with nothing to soften it, and for a moment I forget where I am entirely.
I feel the hard length of him pressed against my lower back, hot and insistent even through the thin sheet. My body wakes up faster than my brain, a liquid heat pooling low in my belly, between my thighs. Last night comes back in flashes, his mouth on me, the way he licked and sucked and made me come so hard I must have blacked out from it. Embarrassment wars with a fresh, aching want that makes me press my thighs together.
"You're thinking very loudly," Volody says, voice rough with sleep, lips brushing the back of my shoulder. "I can practically hear it from here."
"I'm not thinking anything," I lie, my voice small and breathy.
"You're thinking about last night. Your ears have gone pink, and I noticed right before you came apart for me last night, they did the same thing then, so I have a working theory it's relevant."
"That is an unfair amount of detail for not-even-seven in the morning."
He laughs, low and warm, the sound vibrating through my back and straight between my legs. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer, and I feel him shift. His cock, thick andhard, slides against the curve of my ass. We’re both naked and the realization sends a hot thrill through me.
I turn in his arms to face him. His hair is mussed from sleep, eyes heavy-lidded but dark with heat. He looks at me like I'm something precious and filthy all at once, like he wants to devour me and protect me in the same breath.
"Good morning," he murmurs, and then he's kissing me. Lazy morning kisses that quickly turn deeper, hungrier. His tongue strokes mine, his hand sliding down my back to cup my ass and haul me against him. I can feel every inch of his cock trapped between us, hot and throbbing.
I kiss him back with everything I have, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, the light dusting of hair, the way his muscles flex under my touch. When I drag my nails lightly over his nipple he groans into my mouth, the sound rough and approving.
"Liv," he warns, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes blazing. "If you keep that up, I'm not going to be able to stay gentle with you."
"I don't want gentle," I say, the words surprising me as they leave my mouth. Then softer, more honest: "I want you. All of you. Please."
His eyes darken further, something possessive and reverent flickering across his face. "You're sure? After last night… we can wait. I can wait as long as you need."
