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“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to lick your sweet pussy until you scream my name,Krasotka.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Don’t you want to…you know…”

“Later. This right here is all about you. I have four years of orgasms to repay you for.”

I move until I’m between her legs, my hands running up and down her thighs. Being able to touch her is still blowing my mind, and I never want to take my hands off her. Mia’s skin is so soft, like she bathes in silk.

“You don’t have to,” she says. “I know some guys don’t like?—”

“Enough,” I stop her. “If you say some guys don’t like the taste of pussy, those guys are nothing but idiots and lazy fuckers. And I can promise you I’m not that.”

She nods, biting her bottom lip, and I go to work. Spreading her thighs apart, I settle my shoulders between them, opening her up to me. Her pussy is perfect. Trimmed hair, puffy lips, and wet. I inhale her scent again before licking a path up her slit. She breathes in sharply, but I’m going to feast as long as she’ll let me.

Opening her with my thumbs, I circle her clit with my tongue, applying pressure before backing off, building her up but not letting her crest completely. She tries to grind against my face, but I pull back until she calms down, only for me to work her back up again.

“Demitri. Please,” she begs.

It’s the begging that gets me. The plea in her voice that she’sthisclose to breaking.

Inserting one finger into her pussy, I feel her tense up but wait for her to relax into my touch before I rub against her innerwall while pulling her clit between my lips and sucking gently. And that’s all it takes. She goes off like a firecracker, her hips bucking and her legs shaking.

“Demitri!” she yells while convulsing under my touch.

I slide my finger out while still lapping at her clit, making sure to extend her orgasm as long as possible.

“Demitri,” she rasps. “Enough. Please. Stop. No more.”

I immediately pull back, resting my head on her thigh, and look up at her face. Flushed, her eyes still unfocused, her hair spread out on the pillow beneath her, and her mouth slack. Her breathing labored, her hands still gripping my hair.

“Wow,” she finally gasps. “That was new.”

I chuckle against her, leaning in for one last kiss at the top of her slit before I pull myself away, moving up the bed until I’m beside her, both of us on our sides, staring at each other.

“You did it,Krasotka.” I smile.

“You did it,” she mumbles sleepily.

“Come here,” I tell her, raising my arm.

Without hesitation, she moves over until she’s in my arms, her head on my chest, her fingers playing with the hem of the shirt I’m still wearing. The dynamic of me being fully clothed and her being completely naked is not lost on me, but I reach over and pull the covers up over both of us

“Thank you,” she quietly says, kissing my chest over my heart.

“Sleep.”

And she does. I hold her as I drift off, knowing the break will come and that I’ll be right next to her to help her through it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MIA

I’min bed with a man who gave me an orgasm. Two of them! They were honest to God, bone tingling, toe curling, hair-raising, rainbow colors exploding, breath stealing, fucking orgasms. And he didn’t take anything for himself. I look over at his face, so peaceful in rest, and my only question is, when can we do it again?

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