Page 26 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

I thought something was wrong with me. Now I realize the truth: he was terrible at it. This is heaven. Leonid doesn’t stop until another orgasm rips through me, my back bowing as I cry out, pulsing against his tongue. He laps me through every aftershock, slow and thorough, until I’m shaking, boneless.

“Oh my God…” I pant breathlessly.

Then he rises to his full height, smiling, his hands sliding to the small of my back, steadying me before my legs give out completely. My body is still wired, buzzing, every nerve singing.

What… what was that?

He smirks, licking his glistening lips. “That was you coming on my tongue.”

My face flames. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken out loud.

He steps back just enough to look at me, eyes hungry. “Get on the bed.”

I obey without thinking, climbing onto the massive bed on shaky knees, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. He watches every movement, gaze raking over me like he’s memorizing every inch.

“Lie on your back and open your legs,” he says, voice low and commanding.

I do, spreading my thighs wide, baring everything to him. He swears in Russian, rough, guttural words that roll off his tongue, making my core clench even though I just came.

He doesn’t join me. Instead, he sinks into the chair beside the bed, legs spread, forearms braced on his thighs, watching me like I’m the only thing in the world.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “I want to see you come on your fingers.”

I should be shy. Mortified. But instead I feel… empowered.

I slide one hand down my stomach, fingers gliding through the slickness he left behind. I spread my wetness across my entrance, circling my clit once, twice, slow, teasing. A soft moan escapes me.

“Inside,” he says, voice rough. “Slip a finger in.”

I obey, pushing one finger deep. The stretch is delicious; I pump slowly, hips rocking, closing my eyes as the pleasure builds again.

“Eyes on me,” he commands.

I snap them open, locking gazes with him. His stare is intense, possessive, burning. I keep moving, finger sliding in and out, thumb circling my clit while he watches, unblinking.

“You’re a masterpiece,” he murmurs, voice thick. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful, putting on a show for me.”

The words tip me over the edge. My back arches, a broken whimper tearing from my throat as the third orgasm crashes through me, my walls fluttering around my finger.

“Leonid…” I pant, hips jerking, eyes never leaving his.

He doesn’t move from the chair. Just watches me ride it out, breathing hard, expression dark with hunger.

When the tremors finally ease, I’m trembling, flushed, completely undone.

Leonid stands at the foot of the bed and strips off the last of his clothes with unhurried efficiency. Trousers and boxers are shoved down in one motion. His erect cock springs free, thick and veiny, curving upward, the head already glistening. I lick my lips before I can stop myself.

He reaches into the bedside drawer, pulls out a condom, and tears the packet with his teeth. I watch, mesmerized, as he rolls it down his length. It’s big. Really big. My core clenches at the sight, equal parts excitement and nerves.

How is that even going to fit?

He chuckles, low and rough. “It’ll fit.”

I slap a hand over my mouth. I said that out loud. Again.

Leonid climbs onto the bed, covering my body with his. His weight pins me deliciously to the mattress. “You do have a habit of voicing your thoughts without realizing it,” he murmurs against my lips.

I smile despite the flush burning my cheeks. “It’s a habit I’m trying to work on.”