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Moistening my lips again, I put them over the head of his shaft and gave it a little experimental suck. He gasped, grabbing the cover on the mattress. He obviously liked that, so I did it again, this time taking him a little deeper into my mouth. I continued doing this for a few minutes, getting further and further down his length with each attempt.

There was no way I could take his full length, so I used a hand to help, stroking it up and down in time with my mouth, giving a little twist as I dragged it upwards. My other hand cupped his balls, and I gently stroked and squeezed.

I watched Romi’s face, trying to gauge how I was doing. The look in his dark, smouldering eyes and the way his breathing was coming in fast pants told me I was definitely doing something right. I smiled around his length as I sucked and continued to stroke him. His moans stroked my ego as my hand stroked his cock. My pussy throbbed with excitement and the need to be filled. I was enjoying this as much as he was.

The cover bunched in his fists as he obviously fought to keep from taking control of me, and my heart melted a little bit more at his selflessness. He was letting me do this in my own time and learn about him in my own way.

Deciding to change things up a bit, I started licking the length of him as if I were licking an ice cream cone. He groaned in pleasure again, encouraging me, and I lapped at him greedily. I thoroughly enjoyed having my Mr Sexy Abs finally at my mercy. I alternated between licking his length, then taking him into my mouth, and sucking as I moved up and down his cock. Grasping his cock with one hand and moving it up and down along with my mouth, I gave it a little twist at the top, then I used my other hand to gently cup and caress his balls.

“God, Sonia!” he cried, making me smile.

Spurred on, I sped up until I felt his balls tighten in my grasp. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but his cock became even harder for a second before finally shooting cum into my throat, wave after wave. I wasn’t used to it, and there was a lot to swallow, but I did my best to take it all.

Some of it dripped out of my mouth, flowing down my chin, but I didn’t care. I kept sucking and swallowing until he had completely finished.

Releasing his cock with an audible pop, I gave him a last lick to clean up any remaining cum before smiling in triumph at the look of awe he gave me. I liked that look on him. I loved that it was directed at me. It made me feel bold and powerful.

Smiling mischievously, I took my finger and used it to scoop up some escaping cum from my chin. I half closed my eyes and moaned as I sucked it off. His eyes lit up with mischievousness. He grinned and grabbed me, licking the remainder of himself off my lips. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me until I was breathless.

“I love the taste of you, Sonia, and I love the taste of me on you and in you just as much!” he said with a wicked smirk.

My heart skipped a beat, and if it hadn’t then started racing, I would have been sure that I had died and gone to heaven. My man loved how we tasted together; I couldn’t be more elated.

He pulled me into his embrace, and I sighed contentedly, feeling exhausted. My pussy was wet and throbbing, desperate to be filled. I wanted him inside me, but we were both tired. It could wait. We would have plenty of time for that. There was no rush. I told myself sure that whatever lay ahead for us, we would overcome together now that Romi had obviously accepted us.

“Let’s get some rest, honey. We both need it,” Romi said, sounding tired but sated.

We needed to talk about our future, but that, too, would need to wait. Romi was right; it was time to get some rest.

When he pulled a cover over us, I let him, then happily drifted off to sleep in his arms.

CHAPTER 19

ROMI

SUNDAY – SONIA IS MINE

Waking in the early hours of the morning, I had mixed emotions. I was happier than I had been in years, and yet I felt a worrying sense of doom that I couldn’t shake off.

I looked down at the body nestled against me and sighed. I loved having Sonia in my arms. I wanted this to be how we woke up every morning—together. Yet I was still not sure how to make that possible, and I needed to. Soon. If I had thought hiding my feelings was hard before, it was going to be so much harder now—for both of us.

Now that I knew Sonia’s feelings for me were true and that I’d had a taste of her, I could never let her go. I needed to make her mine. What if I couldn’t? That thought terrified me. No, I’d find a way, I told myself, shutting down all the negative thoughts that had started racing through my mind. Sonia was mine!

Somehow, I would find a way to make her family agree to us being together. The only alternative was running away together, and I wouldn’t even entertain that idea yet. That would be a very last resort.

I lay there toying with the idea of calling our uncle Maxim in Russia and asking for his advice. He had always had a soft spot for both of us. I was hoping I could broach the subject of our relationship with him in confidence and see how he reacted. If I could get him onside, that would go a long way to swinging things in my favour.

That was if I could get him onside. I really wasn’t sure about that. Would he be angry or disappointed in me? As our pakhan in Russia, Miki and the others would think highly of his opinion, as would the rest of the Brotherhood. If he objected to us being together, it wouldn’t bode well for the rest of the family’s willingness to accept us. In fact, it was all the more likely they wouldn’t, and we would have two choices, accept that we could never be together or run.

It really could go either way. It’s possible that he could be easily persuaded because of his affection for us. Would he understand—as I had started to realise, and I suspected that Sonia had for some time—that the changing dynamics of my relationship with Sonia were a natural progression to how close we’ve always been? It dawned on me as we became intimate last night, just how right it was. It was as if our whole lives had been leading us to this point. As if we had been made for each other. Would he see that?

I frowned as a thought occurred to me.

Maybe he already had. Maybe that was why he seemed to have a special bond with us. Perhaps he had always known we would end up together. I mulled that thought over. Uncle Maxim was the smartest, most astute man I knew. I wouldn’t put it past him to notice this thing building between us long before either of us had even been aware of it. Whenever I talked with him, he always asked me how Sonia was, not her brothers, but me. I remember she mentioned him asking after me when she spoke with him, too.

Now that I thought about it, it was as if he expected us each to know how the other was more than anyone else. I smirked and chuckled quietly. The man was a wily coyote. Very little ever escaped him; even with the distance between us, he always seemed to know exactly what was happening here. A slow grin spread across my face. Maybe getting him onside wouldn’t be an issue after all.

Yeah, calling Uncle Maxim was what I would do.

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