The next moan that leaves me happens so quickly, I don’t have the chance to stop it.
He groans against me, savoring the contact before he gives in, pressing his mouth against my heat completely.
My fingers tighten in his hair, and I can’t get enough.
“Fuck, Kat…you taste incredible,” he whispers against me in between kisses, lapping at my core like he’s never tasted anything like it.
I’m already a mess, sinking into the couch and carding my fingers through his hair while he consumes me, not afraid to give it his all. My breaths come out in huffed mewls, not caring about any of my previous inhibitions now. I don’t even notice him pulling my underwear off until I realize I’m left in just my bralette.
I can only focus on the way he worships me, devouring me so completely.
Alternating between flicking at my clit and running through me while he grips my thighs tighter, I can’t think about anything other than the soft warmth of his tongue against me, and it doesn’t take long for me to shake while my thighs clench around his head.
Sergey doesn’t protest. Instead, he only doubles his efforts, using his hands to keep me as close to him as possible.
Before I know it, a tingling sensation in my stomach mounts higher and higher, building until I can’t hold it back.
Blinding sensations tip me over, and as I clench, a different kind of warmth floods through me. Intense and mind-numbing, it hits me, and my sounds cut off once the coil in me bursts.
Sergey hums his approval against me while he softens his touch, carefully guiding me through it.
My legs let go of the tension in them, and I relax into the couch, feeling dazed while he leaves a gentle kiss against me before painting my thighs in more of them and making his way back up.
“How do you feel?” He asks, sliding his hands along my waist once his lips reach the corner of my mouth.
“Too good,” I murmur, managing the words despite how overwhelming that first release was.
Sergey chuckles, brushing against my lips. “Then I’m doing my job right…”
“Please don’t tell me that’s all,” I find myself saying, heart still racing with desire.
Holding my gaze, a glimmer of amusement and interest moves through his eyes. “For tonight? Not even close.”
It’s both a relief and sends a flicker of anticipation through me, and before I know it, he’s guiding me back with a light touch until I feel the cushions behind me.
At the same time, Sergey leans in and kisses me deeply while he works at his belt. The moment I start unbuttoning his shirt, a renewed sense of urgency overcomes him, quickening his work.
After shuffling out of his pants and boxers, and shedding his button-down, Sergey’s on me again, pouring every drop of desire into the kiss.
Then I feel his hardened need against my heat, and I instinctively tighten up.
“You sure you want this?” He asks, half panted against my lips as his hand rests on my thigh, gently rubbing against it.
A small part of me wants to stop and forget all about it, but the agonizing need for more overpowers it.
“I do…please.”
A satisfied sound rumbles in his chest at that, and Sergey lightly nips at my lower lip. He carefully coaxes my thighs apart and settles between them. “Relax for me, then, sweetheart…don’t forget to breathe.”
With the moment finally in front of me, it’s daunting, but I do as he says, pulling in several breaths and putting my trust in him.
Sergey lines himself up, swallowing back a groan at the brush of his length against me, and he never stops rubbing against my thigh soothingly.
Carefully, he presses forward, easing me open.
A gasp catches in my throat as he slides in, but he dips down to capture my lips, distracting me from the subtle pain.
That pulse of discomfort subsides as I grow accustomed to him, and the moment he sinks all the way to the hilt, I moan softly for him.
