“Let me sit on the floor. I can do better with my mouth then.”
Yes, fine, whatever just… Whatever.
We moved and Irambledto Winter what Sergey did to me since I realized the flaw in him narrating while his mouth was busy.
Deliciously busy. He moaned as he ate me out, obviously into oral sex or at least when it was me. I came again a few moments later when he reached up and pinched my nipple while sucking on my clit and fingering me. I whimpered out his name and had to brace my hands on my knees to stay standing.
But halfway through, I couldn’t anymore and collapsed down, worried I would hurt him, but Sergey easily caught me.
“I need more, foxy,” he growled. “You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of my girl’s sweet pussy.”
I nodded, gasping for air and spreading my legs wide when he moved me onto the bed. He praised me and went right back to work. I moved my wrist in my mouth to bite as I screamed and came again, floored my body was behaving like this. It was like… Easy? Too fast?
Overwhelming for sure.
Two more times and I couldn’t anymore, closing my legs on his head to signal he needed to stop. He simply chuckled and stared up at me with amusement in his eyes.
“What next, foxy?” he teased me.
I licked my lips in between gasping for air. “I want a show. Why are you still dressed?” I flinched when the groan echoed, remembering Winter was on the phone too. I covered my face and swallowed a chuckle.
Sergey seemed to know where my head was but still stripped for me. It was slow enough for me to recover enough to use my body. I rolled to my feet and pushed him to sit on the bed before straddling his lap.
“Fuck, tell me my girl is going to ride me again and take me to heaven,” he said with a deep moan. “Tell me I’m that fucking lucky.”
“You are,” I whispered against his lips before diving in and lowering my body onto his cock. It was too much since he’d only been licking and playing but not putting fingers inside of me.
He fixed that. He lifted me off of him and threw me onto the bed, checking the change of plans was okay.
Yeah, I was more than in.
He got me ready and one more orgasm before moving over me. “Let me have you like this, Bev. Let me take care of you. Ride me later, but—let me—be mine again.”
I slowly nodded when I saw fear in his eyes, almost something haunted. Something clearly had happened that I didn’t understand. Was this about the speed bump we’d had about him handling things in my life without permission?
No, that was long settled.
This had to be another issue I didn’t understand.
Oh, Conrad. He… Was he scared I almost broke because of Conrad being the last straw? That probably made sense.
His lips were soft against mine. “Stay with me, foxy.”
“Always,” I whispered and wrapped my arms around his neck. I gasped as he pushed inside of me, nodding it was good and I was okay this time.
It was perfect. It wasexactlywhat I needed. I’d gotten my exciting out with trying oral sex that way and being naughty, but this was better. This was intimate and theconnectionI’d needed after being hurt. Sergey especially had been so patient with me starting fun or trying to get back to normal and then hitting the brakes.
No more hitting the brakes with him. I wanted this.
I wanted him.
I gasped as he thrust deeper inside of me, arching my back and pressing my breasts into his chest. “Sergey.”
“Me too,” he promised. “Fuck, me too. You feel perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, more than yeah,” he grunted as he moved faster. “Okay?”
