Page 105 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

“Leonid…. I…. please—”

I don’t let up, lapping at her, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her clit until she’s shaking, sobbing, begging.

“Come now, baby,” I growl against her.

She shatters, back bowing, thighs clamping around my head, gushing against my tongue as she screams my name. I drink her down, licking her through every aftershock until she’s trembling, oversensitive, gasping for air.

I crawl up her body, kissing every inch of skin I pass, her stomach, her breasts, her throat, until I’m hovering over her, cock throbbing against her wet entrance.

“My turn,” I rasp.

I sink into her in one slow, deep thrust.

She’s tight, hot, wet, perfect, and we both groan at the feel of it. Home. She’s my home. Every inch of her wrapped around me feels like coming back to the only place I belong.

I start moving, slow at first, savoring every drag, every flutter of her walls, then harder, deeper, hips snapping forward until the headboard thumps against the wall.

She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me on.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Please—harder—”

I give it to her, fucking her into the mattress, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip so tight I’ll leave marks. She’s moaning, loud, broken, beautiful, nails raking down my back, leaving red trails I’ll wear like badges tomorrow.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her throat. “This pussy is mine. This body is mine. This lips—” I kiss her hard, swallowing her cry as I slam in deeper. “These lips are mine too.”

She sobs my name, over and over, clenching around me so tight I see stars. But I can’t let go just yet, I need her to have at least one more orgasm.

“Come solnyshko,” I order. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”

I bring my hand between us, circling her clit, and she comes screaming, body convulsing, walls pulsing so hard it drags me over the edge with her.

I bury myself deep and come, growling her name, spilling inside her, hips grinding like I can fuse us together forever.

We collapse, sweaty, shaking, tangled. I pull her against my chest. I kiss her temple, her cheek, and her lips.

“How are you feeling?” I murmur against her skin.

She sighs, long, contented, already half-asleep. “Fantastic.”

I smile, brushing hair off her damp forehead. “Relaxed enough to get back to sleep?”

Her eyes are already drooping, heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. “Yes…”

I kiss her forehead. “Go to sleep, solnyshko. I love you.”

She hums something soft, incoherent, already slipping under.

I hold her close, chest to chest, legs tangled, my hand resting protectively over her.

She’s here, back where she belongs. And I’m never letting her go.

Chapter Thirty

Laurel

I wake slowly to the soft press of lips along my bare back, lingering kisses trailing from the curve of my spine up to my shoulders, then the sensitive side of my face. Leonid’s hand cradles my rounded belly, warm palm splayed protectively over the swell. I moan quietly in my sleep, instinctively shifting backward into his solid warmth, chasing the comfort of his body against mine.

“Good morning, solnyshko,” he murmurs against my ear, voice low and rough with sleep.