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He grins deviously at me, pleased by my reaction.
I can feel my clit swelling against his tongue as it presses the fabric against my vulva. He’s breathing heavily now, fixed between the joy in teasing me and desperate to taste the full depth of my arousal.
We can both endure this for just a bit longer before we both lose control, but it won’t be long.
He spreads my legs apart further, bending them at the knee and holding them up for me as he pulls my panties to the side. Instead of diving right in like I thought he would, he grazes his lips along my most sensitive flesh as the stubble on his face brushes against me.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize that he’s extremely practiced at the art of eating pussy. He wastes no time, kissing my clit and sucking it lightly as I mindlessly grind against his mouth. At this point, I’ve allowed him to reduce me to a shuddering, needy mess.
Maybe he’ll never really respect me, but the pure unfiltered pleasure coursing through my body has clouded my judgment.
He continues to work his lips and tongue along my vulva and clit, periodically lifting his face from between my legs to torment me as an orgasm forms in the depths of my belly.
It’s obvious that he knows what he’s doing. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
He finds a rhythm that allows him to tease me in a maddening, effective way until I’m close again. Then, he eases me back down so he can start all over. I’m helpless against his knowledge of my body’s secrets.
All I can do is ride the wave until I can’t hold back anymore.
I’ve gotten close to orgasm at least four times now. The pressure growing between my legs is becoming unbearable, and it’s only a matter of minutes before I cum in his mouth.
I don’t even have to change the way I move for him to sense how badly I need to cum.
With one last flick of his tongue, I’m sent over the edge of my ecstasy until I’m unable to hold back my moans any longer. He slides his fingers inside of me, and the pressure of my pussy squeezing them intensifies my orgasm even further.
With my head still buzzing from the aftershocks of my climax, I attempt to sit up. “Come here, it’s your turn now,” I say, my voice unintentionally deep and sultry.
With that, his expression changes from cunning and satisfied to cold and perhaps even slightly disgusted. “No, I’m not in the mood,” he says, pulling away.
I’m stunned by his response, shaken by the speed with which his mood has changed. Only seconds ago, I was having the best orgasm of my life, and all I wanted was to return the favor.
“Why not? I mean, we don’thaveto, but… why not? What do you mean you’re not in the mood?” I ask, trying not to sound as if I’ve taken his words personally.
I have, and it’s evident in my voice.
“You think I’m in the mood to screw around right after my brother died? What kind of man would that make me?” he growls.
My eyes are wide with shock and confusion. How could he change his mind so quickly?
“Ruslan, I just wanted to make you feel good. You did the same for me,” I say, but it barely seems to get through to him. He’s acting like I tricked him into this.
I can feel the tension building. We've only known each other for a few days, but it feels like much longer. I'm wildly attracted to him, but at the same time, he makes me nervous. He's so intense and guarded, it's hard to know what he's thinking or feeling.
Suddenly, his demeanor shifts, and his face melts into an apologetic frown.
The stress of losing his brother is making him crazy and he knows it.
I instinctively wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer as I hold him tight. It’s not the first time I’ve seen Ruslan vulnerable and open, but I feel honored to be the one he’s turned to for comfort.
As we sit here, holding each other, I can feel the tension slowly dissipating. For the first time since I met him, Ruslan feels truly present, not weighed down by his past or preoccupied with his mission.
It’s just him and me, sharing a moment of raw emotion and vulnerability.
The crackle of gravel beneath heavy tires outside breaks us out of our precious moment.
Yan has arrived.
I know that Ruslan wanted him to come over, so his car outside isn't a surprise, but I’m not sure if Ruslan is ready to go through with this. He needs time to heal, and he’s refusing to do anything about it.
