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It didn’t matter what he wanted to do to me—I fucking loved all of it.
I groaned as he slid that hand farther, his spit-slicked finger teasing at the puckered muscle that shivered and clenched under the attention. And then the little bastard distracted me by sucking my cock back into his mouth, making my hips thrust forward involuntarily.
I watched his dark head bob as I fucked his mouth, but when he pressed his finger into me, I moaned and closed my eyes, the feeling too overwhelming for me to keep them open. In the darkness behind my own eyelids, the sensations of his tongue, his slick lips, his slightly-rough finger slowly teasing me and pushing me inexorably toward the edge.
“Taavi,” I managed, feeling the tightness and tension building, the too-sensitive electricity drawing my balls up tight against my body.
He growled again, louder and more demanding than the last time. Then he curled his finger, hitting the hypersensitive nerves inside my body and sending me cascading over the edge, my hips pushing into him as I came down his throat, the vibrations of his low growl making my body convulse.
Spent, my muscles failed me, and my knees gave out, dropping me to the carpet, resting my forehead on one of Taavi’s knees as the breath rasped in and out of my throat.
“Fuck,” I whispered again.
Taavi chuckled softly, his hand running over my hair.
Once I’d managed to get actual oxygen into my lungs, I turned my cheek so that I could kiss the inside of his knee.
“Val?”
I hummed into his skin, pushing his knees a little wider as I began kissing my way up the inside of his thigh toward the thick, ruddy erection jutting upward from its nest of dark curls.
He ran his hand down my braid. “Take this out.”
I pulled the elastic off the end, quickly using my fingers to undo the plaits. I’d barely managed to get the strands loose before Taavi’s fingers sank into my hair, making a fist in the white strands.
“Dios, I love your hair,” he whispered.
I laughed low in the back of my throat. “Do whatever you want to it,” I told him, bending again to resume my path of kisses up the inside of his thigh, pushing his legs wider so I could get my shoulders between them. I slid my hands higher, over the muscles of his quads, to his hips so that I could pull him a little closer to the edge of the couch.
I wanted to do to him what he’d done to me. Wanted to make him writhe, make him whimper and grab my hair and come so hard he’d see stars.
With my face this close to his groin, I could smell that distinctive scent of male arousal, and even though my body was spent, my heart pounded, and I drew in a deep breath before running my tongue up his length.
I took his erection in one hand, wrapping my fingers so that I could squeeze firmly as I brought him to my mouth, rubbing his weeping slit against my lower lip before easing him across my tongue.
He let out a groan as his fingers tangled in my hair, holding me against him. He was thick and hot, and I could taste salt and a faint muskiness that made my mouth water. It had been a while, but I wanted to feel him fill my throat, feel the throbbing pulse as he came against my tongue.
So I reminded my muscles to relax, reminded my lungs that they could breathe when he withdrew again, and I took him as far as I could, until my lips pressed against the curls between his legs. I let myself swallow around him, the muscles of my throat causing his fingers to tangle more tightly in my hair as his hips bucked.
The sounds he was making—whimpers, whines, growls—were far more intoxicating than the couple of swallows of beer I’d had, and I was drunk on the feel of his hand fisted tightly in my hair, the pull as he moved my head with it, the shaking of his thighs, and the feeling of his cock getting harder as he neared his climax. Drunk on the feel and taste of him, on the air that smelled of sex and Taavi that I drew shallowly into my lungs through my nose.
“Val—” he gasped out, and I knew it was a warning that I intended to ignore, pulling his hips toward my face with both hands. He accepted the invitation, thrusting into my mouth and crying out as he came down my throat.
I felt his whole body loosen, going slack, and I sank back onto my knees, once again resting my cheek against the inside of his knee. I breathed in the scent of his skin, running one hand up the outside of his calf before placing a kiss on his leg. The fingers in my hair unwound themselves, then began to smooth out the tangles he’d put there.
“Val?”
I kissed his knee again. “Yeah?”
“You—okay?”
Another kiss. “Fuck, yes. You?”
He let out a soft chuffing sound. “Si. Yes.Dios.”
“If I can manage to actually stand, did you want that ice cream?” I asked.
Taavi laughed. “I will never say no to ice cream.”
