Page 36 of Sinful Union

Her moan vibrates against my lips, only making me hungrier. My hands move to her waist, lifting her effortlessly. She squeals as I spin us, setting her down on the couch.

I kneel in front of her, pushing her thighs apart, my hands sliding up the soft skin. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in eager anticipation.

“I’ve barely seen you lately,” I say, kissing the inside of her knee.

“I’ve been busy.”

“So have I. But right now, I don’t give a fuck about anything else but this.”

Her breath shudders as I push her skirt up higher, exposing more of her to me.

“Oh God…”

“Tell me you want this.”

She hesitates. I grip her thighs, my thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin. “Tell me, Kat.”

Her lips part. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I want this.”

That’s all I need. I slide my hands beneath her lace panties, hooking my fingers under the delicate fabric and dragging them down her legs, tossing them aside.

She’s already wet.

I grip her thighs tighter as I lower my mouth to her. The first flick of my tongue makes her jerk. The second makes her moan with pleasure. I don’t rush. I take my time, savoring her essence, every breathless sound, every tremble of her body as I pleasure her.

I tease. I taste. I feast.

She writhes beneath me, hands fisting into my hair, hips arching toward my mouth.

“Pavel,” she gasps.

I answer by sucking her clit.

She falls apart so beautifully. I don’t stop until she’s begging, trembling, breathless. I pull away, staring down at her flushed, panting form.

“Your turn,” she says, reaching for my belt.

She slides off the couch, her knees hitting the plush rug beneath her. Her hands skim up my thighs, slow, deliberate, nails barely scraping the fabric of my pants as she looks up at me. She holds my gaze as she undoes the buckle with practiced ease, then slowly unzips my slacks. The control in her movements is maddening, her fingers grazing my skin just enough to send heat coursing through my veins.

I lift myself up onto the couch, watching her, letting her take her time.

She palms me through my boxer briefs first, her touch light, teasing, a ghost of pressure that makes my muscles clench. She presses a soft kiss against my clothed length, her lips warm through the fabric, and,fuck, I nearly lose it right there.

"Kat," I growl in warning, my fingers sinking into her hair.

She smirks against me, loving that I’m already unraveling for her. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and drags them down, freeing me. My cock is already hard, aching, the tip slick with precum, desperate for her mouth.

When she finally takes me into her hand, stroking once—slow, tight, perfect—I curse under my breath. She doesn’t rush; she teases.

Her thumb swipes back and forth over the head before leaning in and licking a slow, obscene stripe along the underside of my length. My grip tightens in her hair. Then, with a wicked glint in her eyes, she wraps her lips around me and sinks down.

A guttural groan rumbles in my chest as I watch her take me deeper, her tongue pressing against the thick vein along my shaft, her mouth so goddamn hot and wet around me, it’s maddening.

"Fuck," I bite out, my head tipping back for a brief second before I force myself to look down at her again.

"Look at me," I order.

She does.

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