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My thighs trembled around his hips as he muttered something in Russian against my mouth, then he slowed his kissing.
"Let me down," I said against his mouth. Kova looked at me in confusion. "Let me down and turn off the stove."
His eyes widened. He'd forgotten he’d left it on, but I hadn't. As he lowered me to the floor, he reached over and switched the stove off. Still sandwiched between him and the refrigerator, I got on my knees and looked up at him. My body might have been sore, but my knees were okay, and I could—wanted—to give this to him.
His cock stood erect and thick against his toned stomach. Grabbing his hips, I gently slid his shorts down to his ankles. Kova was a sight at this angle, a beautiful virile sight. A man who made me ache for things I couldn't name or explain, something riskier that provoked an intensity between pain and pleasure. Much like gymnastics.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he pulled away. "Let me do this for you."
"No." He moved to pull away again, but I dug my nails into his thighs.
"I want to. Let me give this to you."
Before he could protest again, I took him into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his length. I tasted myself on him and sucked hard. At least, I tried to. His body became lax. He brought his arms up and rested them against the refrigerator, laying his head on his forearms. Kova shuddered, releasing a moan so primal and unhindered I couldn't help but wonder what he had bottled up inside for that kind of relief to break free.
Taking him as deep as I could, which was only halfway or else I would've gagged, I suctioned my lips around him as much as possible and glanced up. His strength was more pronounced at this angle, and I could see every powerful, pliable curve and arc of muscle in his magnificent body. But his face was twisted in a blend of gratification and shame. The very two words that defined our illicit relationship.
Using my hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base and slid them up and down in sync with my mouth. Something told me he liked a tight squeeze, so I tightened my hold, digging my nails into his shaft. He drew in a breath when my tongue twirled around his heat and stroked it up and down.
"Ria…more."
"Tell me what to do. I don't know what I'm doing." I dug my nails in more and reached for his balls, mimicking the motion.
Kova let out a sexy growl and I smiled around his thick erecti
on, knowing I was doing it right.
"Just like that," he whispered.
His hand came down and cupped the back of my head, pushing me into his painstakingly slow rocking pelvis. Kova groaned deep and low as he grew in my mouth, and a slight saltiness coated my tongue. His movement, high from pleasure, made me needy and hot for him.
"Suck harder."
The sucking was getting a little harder on my jaw and cheeks, but when I did what he asked, Kova released another moan and it made it worth the ache. The sounds escaping his lips were so incredibly erotic and I wanted to hear him do it again.
"Scrape your teeth gently down my cock and flatten your tongue." He slowly rocked into my mouth again. "Oh fuck… Malysh, what… Do not… Oh God." He drew the last word out with a slow roll of his hips. He couldn’t formulate words and I basked in the glory that I was making him feel good.
His fingers gripped my hair and knotted it into a twist as he held my face pressed to his hips for a few seconds. I jerked my head to the side and flinched from the hair pulling and accidently bit down. I thought he'd be mad that I hurt him, but I tasted another gush of liquid on my tongue that told me he’d actually liked it.
I swallowed. Kova was a freak.
"Move your hands," he ordered.
"Where do I put them?" I asked with him still in my mouth. It came out garbled, but he knew what I’d asked.
Kova grabbed my wrists and wrapped them around until I was cupping his ass. Kova's dick was long. There was no way I could take his entire length into my mouth and not gag. The kind of vulnerability that came with this position worried me, but I let go and gave this to him.
Shifting his feet, he stepped closer and placed both hands on my jaw to hold my face. There wasn't much space left between me and the kitchen appliance pressed to my back, so I wasn't sure where he thought he was going.
"Relax your throat, malysh."
Thirty
Unsure of what that meant, I glanced up and met Kova's eyes. He saw my confusion and repeated what he’d said, then slid further into my mouth. My brows furrowed and my tongue automatically blocked him from proceeding. There was no room left for him to go deeper.
"See?" he said. "Loosen your shoulders."
Kova reached down and tenderly massaged my throat with his fingers. A shot of pleasure went straight to my pussy and my eyes rolled shut. I was ready to jump his bones. Puzzled wasn't a strong enough word to describe why I liked this so much—his hands on my neck coaxing me to learn a sexual act—but I did. A lot.
