Then he goes back in, harder.
His tongue circles my clit, then flattens over it, and I slap a hand over my mouth to stop from screaming. My other hand flies into his hair, fingers tangling in the thick dark strands as I clutch at him for balance.
He likes that.
I know he likes it because he groans and drags me even closer, his face buried between my thighs, his mouth filthy and devoted and devastating.
The counter digs into my hips. My whole body is on fire.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and I moan into my palm, my legs trembling violently now, my thighs trying to close around his head. He won’t let them. His hands keep me spread, keep me open, keep me exactly where he wants me while he devours me like he has every intention of making me fall apart.
“Aleksei, please?—”
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, mouth wet, expression savage. “Please what?”
My chest heaves. “Don’t stop.”
A slow, wicked smile touches his mouth. “Not a chance.”
Then he slides two fingers through my slick folds, teasing my entrance, not pushing in yet, just letting me feel the breadth of them there while his mouth goes back to work on my clit.
The combination nearly kills me.
I cry out his name and he finally pushes inside, slow and deep, curling his fingers immediately in a way that makes my body seize.
“Oh my god?—”
He pumps them into me in a steady rhythm, every thrust matched by another brutal lick of his tongue. My head falls back against the mirror, my mouth open, my breath coming in broken sobs as pleasure climbs fast and hard and merciless.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
He works me like he’s learned my body already. Like he knows the spot that makes my thighs shake, the pressure that makes my clit throb, the pace that pushes me closer and closer until I’m hanging right at the edge.
His free hand slides up my stomach, under my dress, and cups my breast through the thin fabric, thumb scraping over my nipple just enough to send another jolt through me.
I’m not going to survive this.
“Aleksei— I’m?—”
He moans against me, the vibration sending me over so hard I can’t even finish the sentence.
My orgasm tears through me in a hot, violent rush. My knees give out, my whole body shaking as I come against his mouth and fingers, crying out so loudly I’m amazed the whole damn restaurant doesn’t hear me.
He doesn’t stop.
He keeps licking, sucking, working me through it while I tremble and writhe, helpless and oversensitive, tears stinging my eyes from the force of it.
Only when I’m whimpering and weak and barely holding myself upright does he finally slow, dragging one last languid lick through my folds before he pulls his fingers out and rises to his feet.
He looks wrecked.
His mouth is wet. His jaw is tense. His eyes are almost black.
He lifts those fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean while watching me.
The sight is so filthy my body clenches again.
“Still think I should go back out there?” he asks, voice rough.
