His mouth is on me again, his tongue exploring places no one has ever touched. I bite back a moan while fighting the instinct to curl away. I’m grateful for the shower I managed before we left my house.
But still…this is so taboo, a part of me can’t believe it’s happening.
Another part of me never wants this to end.
A darker part yearns for him to go farther.
And another wonders if he might allow me to return the favor.
His tongue orbits my entrance, teasing and tasting before moving lower and finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The dual sensation overwhelms me. His mouth on my most sensitive places, his hands gripping my ass and holding me open for his exploration.
I moan into the rug, my fingers clutching at nothing.
I hear a little hum from him—approval, maybe—and the sensations compound.
I can’t even fathom ever doing this with someone else.
But Kolya…
This lying, predatory, inexplicable man…is everything I never knew I wanted.
His tongue presses more insistently, ever so slightly breaching the tight ring of muscle, and all my thoughts vanish.
A thin stream of shame winds through me, sparking off a torrent of pleasure.
He alternates between my pussy and my ass, never staying in one place long enough for me to adjust or prepare. It’s maddening and perfect, him teetering me on the knife’s edge of pleasure but never letting me fall.
“Please…” I sob, though I’m not even sure what I’m begging for. More? Release? For him to stop? For him to never stop? For him to screw me like there’s no tomorrow?
He responds by sliding two fingers into my pussy while his tongue continues its merciless assault on my ass. I cry out at the penetration, my body trembling with the intensity of the stimulation.
Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, a thought forms.
He knows.
Kolya knows my body better than I do myself and understands what will bring me pleasure before I’ve even considered it.
If I surrender to him…if I follow his commands, trust his judgment…I’ll experience pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
The silent revelation pulses through me like wildfire, setting every nerve ending ablaze.
My mind breaks, folds, collapses. Everything goes white and calm.
With my head emptied, my body’s suspended in a perfect moment of absolute submission. I’m floating, weightless, free from fear or doubt.
Only Kolya and the sensations he’s invoking remain.
The sharp crack of his hand against my ass shatters the peace, hurtling me back into myself. But this time, it’s a reward rather than a punishment.
He mixes the pain with the pleasure until they’re indistinguishable from one another.
I’ve barely known this man a week, and already he reads me like I’m his favorite book.
I want him to rifle through my pages, memorize my text.
And I want to memorize his.
“More.” The word tears free from a deep, hidden part of me. “Please. More.”
