I nod, voice too rough to answer.
She works in silence, washing the tension from my body, from the space between us. The air thickens with the scent of steam and skin. Her hands grow bolder, more curious, tracing the lines of my muscles, the planes of my stomach.
Then her eyes drop lower, and her hands slow. She holds my gaze as she slowly drops to her knees, water streaming down her back.
“What are you doing,zayka?” I ask, my voice gruff with a dark desire as I stare at her plum pink lips, so dangerously close to my cock.
She lowers her gaze to my hard cock, and swallows nervously, her cheeks flushing.
“I…” she trails off, running the tip of her tongue over her lips. Lust shoots through me, hot and consuming. “I want to touch you…like you touched me.”
“I'm all yours,zayka,” I mutter gruffly, my cock twitching in anticipation. “Do with me as you please.”
She swallows visibly, then reaches to caress my length in light, hesitant strokes.
I twitch beneath her curious fingers, and she looks up at me, her cheeks rosy, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and desire.
"You're so beautiful," she murmurs, almost reverently.
I moan softly in response. Overwhelming tenderness washes over me.
“You're killing me,zayka,” I murmur through gritted teeth, barely resisting the urge to pull her up, drive myself into her, and fuck her for the rest of the day.
She caresses me gently, trailing her fingers over my pulsing veins.
“Teach me how to pleasure you, Alexei,” she says, her voice husky with need. “Please…”
I close my eyes, muttering a string of swear words under my breath.
She has no idea what she does to me…
“Take me in your mouth,” I murmur, my voice gruff with hunger.
She nods, like an obedient student and leans forward to run her wet tongue over my tip. My whole body jerks in response, blood rushing to my head.
“More,” I command roughly, fisting a hand in her soft silky hair.
She lowers her head and sucks me between her lips, her fingers wrapping instinctively around the base.
“Now use your tongue.”
She swirls her tongue around my cock in one slow, torturous stroke. Then she comes back up and goes down again, deeper this time.
“Fuck.” My hand tightens in her hair, the muscles of my neck flexing from how much I'm holding back.
Anya concentrates on the bobbing movement of her head, stroking and sucking me like she knows exactly what drives me crazy.
I've been with more experienced women, sultry wanton vixens, and slow seductive lovers, but none compare to her. They don't even come close. She may be inexperienced and uncertain, but I've never wanted a woman more.
The sight of her kneeling at my feet, worshipping me with her tongue, is unbelievably arousing. Low, guttural moans escape my throat, my cock pulsing in her delicate hands.
The need for release starts to build, every muscle in my body drawing taut, and I almost hum with the intensity of my desire.
A soft moan escapes her throat, the sound vibrating around my cock. I combust at that moment, filling her mouth with my cum. She jerks backward, eyes wide with surprise, her mouth opening, so it dribbles from either her lips.
The sight is both endearing and fucking sexy.
“You can choose to swallow or spit it out,zayka,” I say, my voice tinted with amusement.
