My face burns. But I hook my thumbs in the waistband and slide my underwear down my legs, kicking them aside.
Now I'm completely naked. Spread out on his bed while he stands fully clothed, watching me like I'm prey.
"Open your legs."
I hesitate. My whole body goes hot with shame. No one's ever seen me there. I've barely looked at myself—always averting my eyes in the bathroom, washing quickly, never exploring. The idea of himlookingat that part of me makes me want to disappear.
"Lily." His voice drops, dark and commanding. "Open."
I part my thighs. Slowly. My face is burning so hot I think I might actually combust. I stare at the ceiling because I can't bear to see him looking at me like this—spread open, exposed, vulnerable in a way I've never been.
"Good girl." The praise sends a shiver through me despite my mortification. "Look at me."
I force my eyes down. He's staring between my legs with an expression that makes my stomach flip—hungry, reverent,wanting.
"You're soaked," he says, almost to himself. "So wet. Is that all for me?"
"I—I don't know what's happening to me—" My voice comes out strangled. I want to close my legs, hide, but his hands are on my thighs, holding me open.
"Your body knows what it wants." He lowers himself between my legs, his shoulders spreading me even wider, and I make a sound of distress. "Even if you don't."
"Wait—you're not going to—" I try to sit up, mortified. "You can't put yourmouththere—"
"I can." He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. "I'm going to."
"But that's—I've never even—I don't look at myself there—"
"I know." Another kiss, higher this time. His breath is hot against my most sensitive skin. "And now I'm going to taste every inch of you. And you're going to let me."
Then his mouth is on me.
I scream.
Not from pain—from pleasure so intense it borders on unbearable. His tongue drags through my folds, finds that swollen bundle of nerves, andsucks.
My hips buck off the bed. He pins them down with one strong arm, holding me in place while he devours me.
"Leonid—I can't—"
"You can." He doesn't stop. "You will. You're going to come on my tongue, and then you're going to come on my fingers, and then—" He slides one thick finger inside me and I cry out. "Then I'm going to show you what this body was made for."
I don't know what that means. I can barely think. There's pressure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, something I've never felt before.
His tongue circles my clit while his finger moves inside me—in, out, curling against a spot that makes me see stars.
"That's it." His voice is rough, approving. "Let go. Come for me, Lily. Now."
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me—my back arching, my thighs clamping around his head, my whole body convulsing. I'm screaming his name, or maybe just screaming, I can't tell anymore. Waves of pleasure crash over me, one after another, until I'm sobbing with it.
When I finally come down, I'm shaking. Tears streak my face. I feel broken open, completely undone.
"Good girl," he murmurs against my inner thigh. "That's my good girl."
He crawls up my body, and I expect him to hold me, comfort me. Instead, he stands at the edge of the bed and reaches for his belt.
"Now you're going to see what you do to me."
