Her eyes glitter at me as I pump my cock through my fist.
“That pussy’s hungry for my dick,korovka?” I croon.
“It is. It is. I need you, Max.”
My jaw works. “Are you wet?”
“So wet.”
“Wet enough to take me?”
“Da.” Clenching her ass, she surges onto the balls of her feet in a modified bridge. It lets her thrust those fingers deeper. When she pulls free, she surprises me by offering them to me.
Snagging her wrist, I hold her fingers to my lips and suck on them. Licking each one. Tasting her. Savoring her.
“So sweet.”I nip the pad of one finger before sucking it clean.
At my teasing, she keens and mewls, body rippling as she frigs her clit.
Unable to bear it any longer, I snag a hold of both wrists and pin them above her head.
Her back arches as she tugs, experimentally, against my hold.I earn a shriek from her as, in a sharp twist, I roll us on the mattress so that she’s above me.
Looking at her, all her curves on display, her tits quivering from the sudden increase in her breathing, I grab her hips then tug her higher on her knees.
“What are you doing?”
“I think you know, Victoria. I need to taste my wife.”
She jerks in surprise when I urge her to crawl over me. “Maxim?”
“Relax,kroshka.” That wins me another shriek as I make her sit flush with my face.
The scent of her pussy is sweet. So sweet. And wet enough to substantiate those moans she made earlier.
Loving her responsiveness, loving that even though I sense lingering notes of shyness, she’s eager for our union, I shower her with mydelight inher.
Sliding my tongue through her folds, I hum as I find her clit and gently kiss it before lashing it swiftly. Her thighs grip my head while her hands tumble onto the headboard.
“Oh, fuck.”
I keep the pressure on her clit until her hips buck forward and she releases the softest, almost noiseless moan.
If I didn’t know how inexperienced she was, this is my proof.
Her body jerks—it doesn’t roll with pleasure.
Instead, she acts like I’m zapping her with a Taser.
Retreating, I let my tongue veer down, tickling and teasing until I find her slit. Circling it makes her shiver, but when I nip on one of her folds, she yelps then sits higher again.
Her silence, when Victoria is rarely silent, has me settling my hands on her hips. “Pchelka?”
“Am I wet enough yet?”
I can feel the proof on my chin. Just like I felt it on my fingers.
“Yes.”
