“W-Will it feel good?”
“It should,” I confirm, kissing her center. “It might be too intense, though. If it is, pull my hair or tell me to stop and I will.”
“Yeah.” She nods, wanting to try it.
Of course, I’m ready and willing to oblige.
My fingers spread open her folds, and my lips seal around her clit, sucking lightly. When she moans and clutches her chest, I hollow my cheeks and pull her delicate little bud deeper between my wet lips.
An almost feral sort of desire swirls deep in my core, but I ignore it to put all my focus on Anya. Making her feel good is my only goal, and my greedy, horny dick can fuck off. The time will come for little Matteo to get involved in the fun, but that time is not today.
“Ohohoh!”
Fuck, I’m so glad I turned the TV up. As much as I’m enjoying hearing her noises, we don’t need anyone else to hear them too.
I hum against her heated flesh, the sound vibrating her clit between my lips, and her hips jump up, making the little nub escape. Working quickly, I surround her clit again, sucking hard before it can slip out once more. It seems to be her favorite thing I’ve done, because all of a sudden, I know she’s close. She’s tumbling toward the edge of her pleasure and I want to push her even closer.
She grinds down and I hug the back of her thighs to keep her tight to my mouth. Her stomach flexes and goes tense while the rest of her trembles.
“Let go, baby,” I mumble into her pussy, pulling off just far enough for her to hear me. “You’re right there. I have you, just let it out.”
Anya thrashes and reaches down to grip my hair hard. The tinge of pain shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I know exactly what she wants. What sheneeds. My lips and tongue get back to work, teasing her soaking wet center. It only takes a matter of seconds to fully set her off.
“Yesss,” Anya cries out, her back arching high and her thighs clenching around the sides of my head. She traps me in place, whining and whimpering through moans that she can’t quite control.
Her thighs tremble and her hands fist tightly into the sheets. If I could talk dirty to her, I would, but I need to work her through what I just set off.
My tongue strokes her pussy through the rise and fall of her orgasm, keeping the same pace that set her off in the first place. It feels like I’m massaging her clit through her peak and trying not to set myself off in the process. My dick is weeping, wishing it was rubbing against her or even more greedily, inside of her. When her legs stop trembling, I sit up back on my heels and grin, seeing the blissed out expression on her pretty face.
“Feeling good,meraviglia?” I ask gently, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Do you need anything from me?”
“So,sogood,” she replies wistfully. “I don’t need anything. But is there something I can do to you? Do you want me to use my mouth on you like you did for me?”
“Another time,” I tell her even though my cock is aching. “Maybe in a couple of years. I want to spend months worshiping your pussy before I even consider trading places. Your pleasure feels better than anything else ever could.” Besides, if Anya wrapped her lips around my dick in any way, shape, or form, I’m almost certain that I’ll come instantly.
Her eyes widen when she hearsa couple of years, but she’s too tired to question it. “If you’re sure…”
“More than sure,” I reply without pause, hovering my mouth above her clit once more. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m not done feasting on you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Did you think I was done, baby? Not even close.”
Anya looks thrilled and almost frightened at the same time. She lies back, though, and she doesn’t make a single complaint as I bring her to the brink of ecstasy yet again.
By the third and final time that she floods my mouth with her release, her legs have gone limp and her arms aren’t faring much better. It seems fitting that the first time we’re sleeping in the same bed, she’ll be spent and satisfied before she closes her eyes to doze off.
“We’ll get you cleaned up in a few minutes, okay?”
“Yeah,” she agrees sleepily.
Flopping down to lie by her side, I breathe out and throw an arm around her middle. She’s practically humming next to me, each exhale coming out sounding like a pleased sigh.
“Did you know that I almost didn’t go to Dmitri’s wedding?” she asks suddenly, her voice going quiet. “I almost missed out on the best thing that’s ever happened to me because I was scared. I don’t want to be scared anymore, Matteo. I want to spend every single day just getting braver with you by my side to help me through it.”
“I want that too, Anya. Every moment of it. And I’ll be here if the fear ever comes back. Bad days or good, I’ll be with you through every step.”
“Good.”
