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I’m so close,so very close. I’m not sure what kind of punishment this is—death by a thousand near-orgasms—but I’m not against it. Not when Maxim can make me feel so good. His tongue, his fingers, even watching him bob up and down between my legs, his mouth slick with my wetness… It’s perfect. It’s perfect, and I’m so close, and… Oh, shit, I’m going to?—
Nothing. Because Maxim pulled away from me.
“No.” I thrash about. “No, no, no! Maxim…” My hoarse voice betrays how desperate I am. “I need to come.” I’m sure my eyes are blazing with fire as I look down at Maxim, still between my legs, his mouth glazed.
He's panting hard, and he looks as pained as I feel. “This is your punishment. Do you know what edging is?”
My lust-addled brain takes a moment to process his words. “Like … orgasm denial?”
“Something like that.” He blows on my overly sensitive clit, and I release a little whimper.
“That’s cruel!” I argue.
He chuckles at that. “Consider it a lesson. I warned you, Kira. But you didn’t listen. Next time, you will.”
I stare down at him in horror.
With that, he goes back to laving me softly. A slow build-up. He doesn’t use his fingers this time—he drags his hot tongue from my clit to my opening and back again. Usually, it wouldn’t be enough to take me over the edge, but I’m so damn sensitive right now. It’s like anything can set me off. But as soon as I come close to the edge, he pulls away and starts the process all over again.
My God, this man is going to be the death of me.
He does it again and again until I am a shaking, sobbing mess. Even when he’s just fucking me with his tongue, no clit stimulation, I’m still seconds from coming. And it’s so damn much. Too much. I can’t hear, I can’t think, can’t feel anything beyond the blinding haze of lust.
As if Maxim knows exactly what he’s done to me, he crawls over my body and kisses away the tears that pepper my face. “Shhh, my lastochka. You did so well. I’m going to reward you now.”
His tongue finds its way into my mouth as he kisses away all my hurts. His mouth is covered in my juice, and I find the taste of us together intoxicating. The flavor of Maxim is deep, rich, and smoky with my own sweetness layered in.
I’m not even fully aware of what’s happening when he undoes the belt that binds my wrist and then moves on to untie each of my legs. I’m still in a daze as he stands beside the bed and strips off his pants, followed by his boxer briefs.
My breath catches in my throat as I drink him in. Because damn, the view of Maxim naked is edging in its own right. His body is cut and powerful, like a work of art, honed in the boxing ring. My gaze travels down his form, from the solid muscles ofhis biceps, over the defined ridges of his abs, and finally rests on his impressive cock hanging heavily between his legs.
My mouth goes dry. His cock is glorious. Big and perfectly angled with an upward curve. And it’s all for me.
Aware of my burning stare, he gives me a sly grin and lowers his hand to his cock, giving it a few lazy pumps, precum glistening on the head. It’s so damn sexy I release a whimper.
“Is this what you need, wife?”
I nod furiously, fearful he’s going to edge me some more. I couldn’t take it if he did. I’d self-destruct.
Sensing my desperation, he joins me on the bed. He plants a single kiss on my lips, then positions himself sitting up against the headboard, lacing his fingers together, his head resting back in his hands.
“Use my cock, baby. It’s yours. You’ve earned full control for being such a good girl.”
I straddle his thighs, our mouths coming together. My nerve endings come alive as his hands drift over my skin, which seems to be everywhere all at once.
“No touching,” I whisper. “I’m in control now.”
The ghost of his earlier touch still pulses between my legs. I lift hips so my pussy rubs against his length, from the base to the tip. He lets out a strangled groan.
I grin. “You’re not the only one who knows how to tease, husband.”
He wears a smug expression, his hands tucked behind his head. “Is that so?”
I circle my hips, suspended over him for a few interminable seconds. Even though I’m dying to lower myself onto his thick length, I want to torture him like he tortured me.
“Taste me,” I breathe, presenting my breasts to his mouth.
His eyes flash with heat before he leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth, tugging on the tip and sucking it deeper. Iwhimper, unable to keep my eyes open as the sensation of his lips sends a fiery pulse low in my belly. Blood rushes to my head. I feel delirious with want. No,need.
