Page 83 of Notes About Vodka

“Laura,” Val bites into my bare shoulder. “You better stop, or…”

I release my grip and twist in his hold so I’m facing him. “Or you’ll what?”

Val grabs my thigh, pulling it over his with one arm while his other hand grabs me under the ass, dragging me closer. Weare aligned, except for that pesky piece of underwear. I can already imagine how he will feel.

“Laura, if you make me say it, I’m going to do it,” he replies.

“What Valerie?” I teasingly ask, using the girlie nickname I love calling him. “Say it, tell me what you want to do, then do it.”

“Woman, hypnotist, I’m going to bury myself so far inside you that you will be speaking fluent Russian by the time I’m done fucking that delicious pussy.”

The insides of my pussy constrict, clenching, wanting to feel the devastation I know Val will bring. “Then what are you waiting for, nauchi menya russkomu, moya lubov.”

Val’s lips meet mine, we are desperate for each other. Last night left us hanging, and finally, maybe if I get under him, I can truly move on from the failure of my marriage to Sam.

My hands find the muscles of his arms. I run my palms up and down them. Val’s fingers spread my very wet folds before two enter inside me. I moan into his lips as he brings me into a quick and intense orgasm. His thumb finds my clit and I’m immediately forced into a second orgasm. I cry out and find myself on my back. Val’s head is between my thighs as he licks me clean.

“Honey, strawberries, vanilla, pineapple, I could stay here forever just figuring out how many tastes you have Laura.”

Before he can go back down, I pull away. “Wait.”

“Huh, wait,” Val looks confused and hurt. “But I thought you… I’m so sorry, if I misunderstood.”

I quiet Val with a kiss as we both sit up in the bed.

Pushing him on his back, I say, “No, I want you, but I want to be in control. Let me be on top?”

Val’s eyes widen as if understanding my inner most thoughts and demons.

“Karnesha moy lubimaya, as you wish.”

I slowly peel back Val’s briefs, a large bulbous head pops out. And he’s… uncircumcised. Interesting.

“Holy crap,” I exclaim.

Val shifts, trying to cover up.

“What are you doing?” I ask, stopping him as I take in how girthy he is.

“Maybe you are not the only one who is shy…” he says.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m not circumcised, so I thought that’s why you just squealed. I know it makes it ugly by some standards.”

“Oh, Val,” I smile, leaning into press a kiss at the tip of his penis. “Your penis is exquisite, really, it’s beautiful. It’s just so…thick,” I say, a little endeared that my Russian is self-conscious about his cock.

I don’t give Val a chance to reply as I lick from his base to the tip. His thighs shudder. I take a moment and pull the mushroom top into my mouth, kissing it like he kisses me. When I lift up, I let him leave my mouth with a pop.

Val’s dark brown eyes are blown out, black from his pupils.

“Laura…”

“Yes, Val,” I say as I crawl up his legs and settle on top of his lap. “You keep saying my name, what’s up?”

“You are…”

He doesn’t finish because I lift my body, line him up, and slowly start to sink down.

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