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I’m shuddering.
Gushing.
Gasping for air, because I literally forget how to breathe.
Demyen slowly eases his fingers from me, then immediately returns to licking and kissing between my legs. But this time, he’s lapping his tongue along my slit as if to soothe me, to help me calm from such a sudden and delicious release.
After several breathless moments just like this, he carefully eases my legs from his shoulders and kisses a path up my body to my lips. I taste myself on his tongue, and it’s so fucking dirty.
I love it. I want more.
More, more,more.
But instead of mounting me and destroying me like I want, Demyen kisses my face and slides onto the bed. He stretches himself along my side and simply smiles at me.
“Has anyone ever told you that you taste like watermelon candy?”
I giggle deliriously. “You would be the first.”
I don’t understand what’s happening here. He’s hard as a rock—he kicked his boardshorts off a while ago and I can feel him throbbing along my hip. Why isn’t he pounding me into oblivion? Instead…
“What next?”
I blink in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Just like I told you.” His smirk turns sultry, which is even sexier right now with the way my juices glisten on his lips. “Whatever you want, we’ll do. I’ll give it to you. Just name it.”
“Wait… seriously?”
He nods, slowly, and only once. “Seriously.”
This is new. Very, very new to someone like me, who’s almost never had a choice.
I reach down and glide my fingers along his shaft. He sucks in a sharp breath and holds it, waiting for me to continue. I do it again, enjoying the way his body responds to my touch. His stomach clenches, pulling in whenever I rub my thumb over the tip. His fingers are twitching on his thigh where he’s doing his best to remain casual.
I lift my gaze to his. “I want you on your back.”
Demyen arches a brow for a moment before he lets loose an exhale and collapses back against the pillows.
I straddle his legs. I’m so tempted to lean down and lick his shaft, to suck him into my mouth the way he sucked me into his. But deeper.
Ishould.
But instead, I look up at him through lowered lashes and slowly, sensually, crawl up the length of his body. He’s waiting patiently—well, as patiently as a man this hard can wait. But he’s not taking me the way he usually does.
He’s really letting me make the choices.
I don’t know why, but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever done.
“Put your hands behind your head. Or hold the sheets. But…” I glide my tongue along his jaw. “You can look; you just can’t touch.”
Demyen’s laugh comes out more like a wheeze. “Are you serious?”
I grin. “Deadly.”
“But—”
“What’s the matter? Don’t think you’re up for the challenge?”
