Page 16 of Unexpected Bratva Baby

“It means ‘little fox’ in Russian,” he says, nipping at my earlobe. “Because your hair is the same color of a fox in the autumn.”

I laugh, but the sound turns into a moan as he begins kissing his way down my body. He pauses at my breasts, teasing each nipple until they’re hard peaks before continuing his descent. When he reaches my belly button, he swirls his tongue around it, making me squirm with pleasure.

“Do you like to be teased?” he asks before licking around my navel but not going lower. “How do you feel about edging, Phoebe?”

I pause. “I... I don’t know. I’m not even sure what it is.”

He grins up at me from between my legs. “It’s when I bring you close to orgasm over and over again without letting you come. It intensifies the experience when you finally do come.”

The thought of being denied release makes me nervous, but the idea also sends a thrill through me. “Okay,” I whisper. “Let’s try it.”

He dips his head lower, his tongue tracing a path along the inside of my thigh. I shiver with anticipation as he gets closer to my aching pussy, but he bypasses it entirely, moving to my other leg. He repeats this process several times, driving me wild with need.

Finally, when I think I can’t take any more, he flicks his tongue across my clit. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I cry out, arching my hips toward him, desperate for more.

He obliges, swirling his tongue around my sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. I writhe beneath him, clutching atthe sheets as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. Just when I think I’m about to tumble over, he pulls back, leaving me teetering on the brink.

“No.” I cry out, frustrated by the sudden loss of contact.

Mikhail chuckles, his breath hot against my skin. “Patience,lyschka. This is edging. Keep an open mind.”

He resumes his ministrations, bringing me to the brink once more only to deny me release yet again. I whimper in frustration, but he doesn’t relent. Instead, he continues his torturous assault on my senses, pushing me higher and higher until I’m practically delirious with need.

Once again, when I’m on the brink, he pauses to ask, “Have you been to Scotland recently?”

I let out a frustrated whine. “I can’t... you can’t expect me to have a conversation right now.”

“I suppose not.” Leisurely, he shifts position so he’s cupping my pussy. He starts lightly rubbing my clit while squeezing my labia. It’s enough to stimulate but not make me come. “But I still want to talk to you, Phoebe.”

“About what?” I manage to gasp out.

“Anything,” he says, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “Everything. What do you like? What do you dislike? How did you get started with dog walking?”

“You... want to talk about that now?” I ask incredulously.

“Yes. Tell me something interesting about yourself, Phoebe. Every nugget of information gets you closer to orgasm.”

I wrack my brain for something to tell him to keep him talking and touching me. “Um, okay. My favorite color is green. Like the forest. Or emeralds.”

“Interesting,” he murmurs, sliding a finger inside me. “I like red. Like blood. Or roses.”

I groan as he begins to move his finger in and out, slowly stretching me. “My favorite food is pizza. Any kind of pizza.”

“Not one of your exotic Scottish dishes?” He seems genuinely surprised as his finger curls inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars.

“No. Pizza.” I pant as he adds another finger, increasing the pressure. “What about you?”

“Borscht,” he says immediately. “Beets are good for you. They help prevent cancer.”

“Really?” I ask, momentarily distracted from the sensations coursing through my body.

“Maybe. Maybe not? Either way, they taste good.” He laughs, then lowers his head to lick my clit again.

I moan, losing myself in the pleasure he’s giving me. His fingers and tongue work in tandem, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, when I think I can’t take anymore, he lifts his head. “One more question.”

I shake my head. “No. I want to come. Now.”

He laughs. “My question is simply this. Do you know how good your pussy tastes, and how much I’m looking forward to savoring your cream on my tongue?” With that, he lowers his head again, bringing his mouth to my pussy.

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