Page 91 of Your Sharpest Edge
“You...” I whimpered as his mouth met the meaty flesh of my inner thigh. “I’ve always wanted your tongue on me.”
He moved his mouth farther up my thigh. “I know. I’ve waited years for this.”
His lips touched the sensitive skin between my folds, and I moaned, throwing my head back while gripping his hair for support.
“Please,” I begged. “Taste me. Touch me.” I cried softly. “Fuck.”
“If any of this ever becomes too much for you, just squeeze my arm, and I’ll stop. Your comfort is my priority,” he said gently.
I nodded, hearing him, but wanting him even more.
“I’m serious, Anastasia.” His jaw tightened, and his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that left no room for doubt. The way he used my first name sent a clear message: he needed me to understand.
“Yes. I’ll grab your arm if anything gets too intense.”
He nipped at the sides of my thick thighs. “You’re so wet for me, malyshka. Just for me.” He traced a slow, deliberate path with his tongue up my folds.
Everything about him was mine. There was no turning back now—there never was. From the moment he entered my life, we both knew it was forever.
“Remember when you asked me if pussy tasted sweet?” he murmured, gripping me firmly as he spread me open.
I lifted my feet, resting them on his shoulders, a small, breathy laugh escaping me. “Yeah, it was so long ago—when I asked about the pineapple.”
His green eyes briefly locked onto mine as he focused on my milky cunt. “Yes. I’ll bet yours is the sweetest fruit in the basket.”
He alternated between licking and flicking my clit. My toes curled. My body went slack as I fell onto the bed. My eyes rolled back to my head, and the rush of intense, burning need ran through every vein as if it was being injected inside me.
“Fuck.” This man deserved a fucking gold medal for knowing exactly how to please a woman. Every part of me was shaking with desire as he reached every crevice of my needy pussy with his mouth.
“I’ve never tasted anything this fucking good, malyshka,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “I knew you’d be everything I imagined, but this is so much more.”
He shifted, sliding his hands beneath my thighs and lifting me effortlessly from the edge of the bed. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said as he guided me backward until my back pressed against the pillows. “Put your weight on my shoulders... That’sit. Now grab onto the headboard,” he instructed, making sure I felt secure before his mouth found me again.
I reached up, curling my fingers around the headboard.
“Now. Fuck my face.” His voice was muffled between my thighs, and I wasn’t sure what he meant.
But I thrust my hips toward his mouth, and the growl he emitted was the only clue that this was what he meant by fucking his face.
He gripped my ass tightly as I ground against his mouth, losing myself in the sensation of his skin against mine. With my ex, I was always embarrassed because I could never get wet, but now I realized it wasn’t a me problem. I was dripping as Alex eagerly devoured me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, trying to hold back. I’d only ever climaxed with a vibrator, so I had no idea what it would feel like between someone’s lips. “Fuck,” I cried as I clenched around him.
He gripped me harder, and stars exploded in my vision. My body collapsed against the headboard as Alex’s tongue gave one last sweep.
Holy. Shit.
That was better than I’d ever expected. I was decimated in the best way possible.
I lay there for a moment, soaking in the silence as he moved closer to me.
“Open your mouth, malyshka,” he whispered, his voice soft and smooth, a stark contrast to the commanding tone he used earlier.
I obeyed, parting my lips slightly without a word.
His lips met mine, his mouth enveloping me as he drew me into a deep kiss. When he pulled away, he growled, “I want that taste on my lips every night, Anastasia.”
I giggled. “Why? It can’t be that satisfying for you.” I gestured to his cock straining against his pants.
