And my body has never once been let down by Yulian.
“Yes,” I murmur.
Yulian’s eyes go dark. There’s barely any gray now—a night sky without a moon.
Then, before I can do anything else, he moves to kneel behind my head.
My back shifts on the rug. I crane my neck to meet his gaze, confused by this position. “Yulian?”
“Hush.” He presses one finger to my lips. “Don’t think. Just feel it.”
I have a thousand questions, but know better than to ask them. “Okay,” I whisper instead.
“Good girl. Now, close your eyes.”
I obey instantly. Something about Yulian’s praise goes straight between my legs. Distantly, I wonder if I shouldn’t seek a little therapy myself next time we visit Dr. Summers.
Then I can’t think at all, because Yulian’s cock touches my lips.
“Lift your chin,” he orders.
I do. Yulian’s hand comes to rest at the back of my neck, guiding me for a moment, letting me find the angle that will let me take it in from here. It’s unusual, but Yulian’s command rings through me:“Don’t think. Just feel it.”
I part my lips and take him into my mouth.
Heat spreads through my body. I’m so turned on, I could come on the spot, untouched, just from the taste of Yulian’s cock on my tongue. Salty, strong—exactly what I needed.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Easy now. We’re not done yet.”
I lick around the tip and moan. It comes out soft, muffled. Belatedly, I realize he’s doing just what I asked: keeping me quiet.
Then he leans forward.
I feel the shift of his hips, the change in angle. I tilt my head better to accommodate him, and feel him slide deeper into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat.
Suddenly, Yulian yanks on my panties. Hard—enough to snap the waistband, leave me fully naked.
Then I feel it.
His tongue, licking into me.
Oh, God.I’ve never done a sixty-nine in my life—is this what it’s like?
I moan harder around his cock, but again, barely a sound comes out.
“Moan as hard as you like,” he whispers against my wet skin. “I’ve got you.”
I’ve got you. You don’t need to worry. You don’t need to think.
Let me handle this.
Just like that, my brain turns off all the way.
I start sucking in earnest. Yulian’s taste is everywhere in me, but it’s not enough. I want him to come—needhim to come, to fill me up.
My efforts make him groan. I can feel his mouth shift against my pussy, tongue reaching down to lick up all my juices. Every time it brushes against my clit, I feel like I’m about to die.
Yulian’s hands cup my ass, lifting me closer to his mouth. I dig my nails into his back, helpless. It’s too much, too fast, the pleasure overwhelming.
