Page 89 of Maksim


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Just like your pussy. I turned a laugh into a cough. Always perceptive, Sarah rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Maksim?”

“What?”

“I thought you were more mature.”

“Regardless of age or nationality, all men are p-perverts.”

“I second that, which is why I really regret my next request.”

“Which is?” When Sarah hesitated by fiddling with the penlight in her hands, I asked, “Jesus, what could b-be so b-bad?”

“I need you to stick out your tongue.”

“T-That d-doesn’t seem so bad,” I remarked.

Sighing, Sarah said, “Then move it back and forth.”

“Ah, I see,” I mused.

“Just do it,” she huffed.

When I thrust my tongue out, Sarah shifted in her chair. Her attention seemed riveted to my tongue as I slid it from side to side. “And…um…lick your lips.”

I did just as I was told. After tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she murmured, “Good.”

“My t-tongue skills are usually d-described as b-better than just good.”

Sarah shot me a look. “You just had to go there, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted it noted in my chart.”

“Let me guess. You want me to put down that your tongue is excellent or mind-blowing? Wait, I bet its abilities aren’t usually put into words. It’s more like moans and pants?”

I blinked at her in surprise. Fuck me. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to turn the tables on me.

When I didn’t respond, Sarah had the audacity to wink at me. “What’s wrong, Maksim. Cat got that fantastic tongue of yours?”

A grin curved on my lips. “You are very g-good at calling me out.”

“You’re welcome. Now, can we cut out the bullshit and continue?”

“I would love t-to.”

“Thank you.”

If there ever was a doubt in my mind that I was completely and utterly obsessed with this woman, it was reconfirmed then. I would happily live the rest of my life with her putting me in my well-deserved place.

“Now we’ll deal more with the interior of your mouth.” At my nod, she asked, “Do you know when you get peanut butter stuck on the roof of your mouth?”

“Huh?

“Don’t Russians eat peanut butter?”

“I’m sure some do, but we never did much in our house.”

“Seriously?”

“Why is t-that so surprising?”