"Shh." I press a kiss to the inside of her knee. "Let me worship you,moya krasotka. Let me show you how much I want you."
Another kiss, higher on her thigh. She's trembling now, her hands fisted in the sheets beside her hips.
"Has anyone ever done this for you?" I ask, already knowing the answer from her reaction.
"No." Her voice shakes.
Good. I'll be the first. The only.
"Then let me ruin you for anyone else," I murmur against her skin. "Let me make you mine in every way."
I look up at her one more time, meeting those wide brown eyes.
Her nod is small, almost hesitant, but it’s there, clear enough to burn away the last thread of restraint I was clinging to.
The first taste of her hits like a drug.
Warm, slick, sweet in a way that makes my jaw clench and my cock throb painfully against the confines of my trousers. I groan low against her flesh, the sound vibrating through her, and she jerks, a sharp little gasp escaping her lips.
I flatten my tongue and drag it up the center of her in one long, deliberate stroke, savoring the way her thighs tremble on either side of my shoulders. Her hips lift instinctively toward me and I press my forearm across her lower belly, pinning her gently but firmly to the mattress. Keeping her exactly where I want her.
Every flick of my tongue draws a new sound from her. Soft whimpers, broken gasps, little keening noises when I circle her clit without quite touching it the way she’s already starting to crave. I learn her fast. The way her breath hitches when I suck lightly. The way her fingers twist harder in the sheets when I use the flat of my tongue to lap broad and slow. The way her whole body tightens like a drawn bowstring the moment I start tracing tight, relentless circles around that swollen bud.
I could stay here for hours.
I want to stay here for hours.
Her scent is in my lungs, her taste coating my tongue, and every tiny shudder that runs through her feels like a victory I didn’t know I was fighting for. She’s mine to unravel. Mine to ruin. Mine to keep trembling and pleading under my mouth until she forgets what the world felt like before this moment.
“Leon—oh god—” Her voice cracks, higher now, edged with something desperate.
I hum against her in acknowledgment, letting the vibration sink deep, and she arches hard, a choked cry tearing out of herthroat. My free hand slides up her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave faint marks. Proof that she let me in. Proof that she chose this.
I pull back just enough to look at her.
Her chest heaves, nipples tight and flushed, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her lips are parted, swollen from earlier kisses, eyes glassy and dark. She looks wrecked already, and I’ve barely started.
“Tell me,” I rasp, voice thick. “Tell me you want more.”
Her throat works. “I—yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
Thatpleaseis going to live in my head forever.
I drop my head again, hungrier this time. No more teasing. I seal my mouth over her clit and suck, steady, rhythmic and relentless, while two fingers slide down and press inside her.
She’s soaked. Hot. So tight that my cock jerks hard at the thought of being buried there soon. I curl my fingers, searching, stroking, until I find the spot that makes her hips buck violently and a raw, broken moan rip out of her.
There.
I attack it without mercy.
Fingers curling, tongue flicking, sucking, licking, relentless pressure until her thighs start shaking uncontrollably around my head. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping hard, not sure whether she’s pulling me closer or trying to push me away from the intensity.
She’s babbling now, half-words, pleas, my name over and over like a prayer.
“Leon—Leon—please—I’m—oh fuck—I’m gonna—”
I don’t let up.
