From the way her hips were jerking against my own, I wasn’t the only one. I pressed my hand underneath Alisa’s panties, and she gasped into my mouth.
“So warm, and inviting,” I said, brushing my hand against her soaked entrance. I dropped my head to her collarbone and tasted towards her breast. “Dripping so prettily for me.”
She was biting down hard on her lip, her expression needy and desperate.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I murmured before teasing my fingers inside. She jerked into my touch. A part of me wanted to tie her legs to the bedposts, and taste her until she screamed.
Gentle.
Instead, I dragged my head back, enjoying the look of her coming unwound. I’d never seen her so fully exposed.
I kissed the small freckles that dotted her shoulders and made a path towards her reddening throat.
“So fucking beautiful,” I said, and her mouth opened into a wordless plea.
There was a raw openness to her need that made me want to draw more and more out of her. I wanted to hear every whine and high-pitched noise. Memorize the way her brows drew together when my fingers hit that spot she liked so much.
Dangerous. My brain kept repeating that, and yet I refused to take heed.
No, it wasn’t just a refusal. It was pure compulsion as I kissed down her perfect body.
I lowered my mouth towards her underwear and gently nuzzled them down with my teeth. By then she was such a writhing mess that I held her legs apart with a firm grip.
The first taste of her slit felt like the memory of my first birthday cake. Each taste left me hungrier and hungrier until a deep growl of need shuddered through my body.
“So delicious, kotenok,” I said as I watched her come closer to the edge. Her upper body shot upwards, arching against the white sheets.
“You’re so beautiful when you writhe on my tongue,” I said in between tastes. Her legs jerked against my firm grip.
“Please,” she begged, voice throaty and needy. Her small hand bunched into the sheets.
The power I felt in that moment was far more heady than I’d ever felt with anyone else.
Alisa looking at me like she needed me–like I was her only hope to bring her into another universe–had my dick aching against my pants. But instead of doing anything about myownneeds, I curled my fingers inside of her and suctioned her clit into my mouth.
A wordless scream escaped her lips, and I didn’t stop tasting until she came fully down from her high. Even then, I slowly circled around her pink bud.
“More?” I asked when she came to.
With a flushed face and eyes that sparkled with life, she whispered hoarsely, “Please.”
Chapter thirty-five
Dmitri
While slowly drawing circles on Alisa’s now satisfied clit, I unbuckled my pants. She sat up on the bed, and I admired the way her tits jiggled as she leaned forward.
“Let me,” she said, her voice still a little breathless.
She slid down my pants and boxers, and I admired the way her mouth gaped open as she stared at my cock. More than anything, I wanted that nearly drooling mouth to encase me. But I didn’t thread my fingers through her hair and push it onto my waiting dick.
Instead, I was patient. I waited for her to drag her jaw back off the floor and tentatively move her hand towards my dick.
When her soft hand wrapped around my waiting cock, I don’t think I’d ever been more hard in my entire life. I groaned and thrust into it.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips and drew her hand up towards the tip. It wasn’t the most experienced of hands, but I didn’t care. Her clumsy movements left me far hornier than any previous girl deep-throating my entire dick in one taste.
“Good girl,” I said when she added on another hand, and worked it in conjunction with the other.
