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“Hmm… how tasty.” I knelt, chuckling as her eyes went wide while she watched me.

I turned her around until she was no longer facing the mirror and placed her leg on my shoulder, staring between her legs.

“So, fucking beautiful,” I said, my eyes focused on her pussy.

Without warning, I took a long, slow swipe with my tongue, groaning against her when she tensed and jerked. I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth, collecting her arousal on my tongue. I pleasured her feverishly, licking and teasing my tongue at a rapid pace until she trembled.

“Maksim… I can’t,’ she moaned, her fingers sunk into my hair. Her hips rotated, following the movement of my tongue as she continued to chase her pleasure. I groaned sending vibrations into her pussy.

She moaned louder as I wrapped her other leg around my shoulders until all her weight was on me. My hands cupped her ass, digging my fingers into her soft flesh. I licked lower, teasing her entrance, sucking her greedily into my mouth.

I began to devour her with a ravenous hunger, like a starved man. She tasted so fucking good. I couldn’t get enough of her. I thrust my tongue into her heat, fucking her with my tongue. Her head rolled to the side, her hands pressing into the wall in front of her for support.

“Oh… fuck Maksim. I need you, please, I need you,” she cried out, her words coming out in a choked sob. I flicked my tongue one more time inside her and gently set her on her feet, grinning as she whimpered.

“What do you need from me?” I asked, unable to stop myself from teasing her.

She shook her head, couldn’t utter the words, or look me in the eyes.

“Tell me, Elena. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. Do you want me to kiss you here?”

I kissed her shoulder up to her neck and then her jawline, tracing all the way to her lips.

“Is this what you want?” I asked her. She shook her head, her eyes filled with desperation. “Then tell me, what do you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me,” she said through gritted teeth, her eyes burning hot into mine.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” I said. I pushed her against the wall, and unzipped my pants, allowing them to drop. My hands grabbed her thighs as I lifted her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Look at me. I want to watch you as I fuck you.”

She obeyed, lowering her eyes to mine. I gently eased into her, watching as her eyes remained open through hooded lids, as her face contorted into pleasure, her brows lowered until they touched her lids, and her mouth opened as a gasp escaped.

She was simply magnificent. I groaned, my cock hardening even further until it hurt. I slowly moved in and out of her, my eyes straining to remain open as her warm wetness parted, welcoming me.

My cock jerked inside of her, and she took a sharp inhale. Her hands clawed around my neck as she moaned again, her hips rolling in time with my thrust. The pleasure pushed me towards my release, but I refused to let go until she did.

“I’m going to come!” she bit into my neck to muffle her cry. She tightened around my cock as she came, sucking my release out of me.

I exploded inside her, filling her with my seeds. I held her tight for a moment, before lowering her to her feet, my legs wobbly from the intensity of my orgasm.

Elena covered her face with her hands, giggling, the sound-like melody to my ears as I smiled at her.

“I have another option, that you’ll be more comfortable in,” I said, slipping into my pants to get it.

I returned with the dress to see that she’d composed herself, all traces of what we’d just done gone except for the blush on her neck and cheeks.

Elena stepped out in the black dress, her blush the only jewelry she wore.

Chapter 16 - Elena

Back in New York, the soft green light from the bedside lamp casts a soft glow through the room, highlighting Maksim’s sleeping form. I gazed at him as his chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, his breath occasionally coming out in puffs and soft snores emanating from his slightly open lips.

I looked at the time on my phone. It was midnight. Maksim had fallen straight into bed after our flight back from Chicago. I, on the other hand, although I was completely exhausted, I couldn’t manage to fall asleep.

He moved, his hand grazing my legs gently and I bit my lips as my mind was transported back to our time in the changing room. I covered my mouth with my hands to stop the giggle that threatened to escape as my mind ventured into uncharted territory.

His touch had been so intentional, seeking only to please me. His lips on my skin, licking, sucking, and probing until I couldn’t take it anymore. His body pressed heavily against mine, stealing my breath and yet, filling me with so much pleasure.

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