Page 130 of Breaking Away

My hand is caught by his and brought down to his hair. “No, I’m going to be here for a while.”

A while?

He pulls my panties off, hooks his arms under my thighs and buries his face into my pussy.

I expect him to sample first, to see if he likes the taste of me, or to start slow and measured as he licks, but no.

Just—no.

My back arches off the bed. I’m squeaking, gasping, wriggling. He’s sucking on my lips, my entrance and on my clit like it’s not enough.

There’s the kind of oral I’ve gotten used to. Perfunctory licking for a few minutes before the main event starts. This is not it.

I screech out his name. Dmitri won’t budge, no matter how heavily my legs lean on his shoulders. He’s lapping me up from top to bottom, making noises. Moans. Desperate groans of bliss. The glasses lift. That’s how much his face presses into my pussy as if he wants to drown down there.

And just when I think it can’t get better, he starts tugging my lips and clit upwards and then letting go, whispering in between. “So pretty… such… a…. pretty… pussy… pretty… delicious… pussy… so pretty… so…fucking… good …”

My fingers spasm and my spine curves. I don’t think I can take this intensity, but I also can’t bear him stopping.

Pleasure scorches me. I’m gasping. “Dmit—I can’t believe—you?—”

“So good, Kavi,” he moans. “You’re so delicious.”

He widens my legs and lifts one, so his tongue can dive deeper. “Hold out for me, baby. Let me keep eating you. Let me have this—thank you, Princess?—”

I whimper. My legs are starting to shake… and I can’t believe it. He shifts his mouth sideways so the flat of his tongue can swoop full lengths against my clit. The way he won’t stop?—

He’s fucking me with his mouth, making those hungry noises as ifI’mgifting him this instead of the other way around. And for some reason, that only drives me wilder. My fingers pull his hair, urging him.

I suddenly don’t care how long it’s taking. I’m not wondering if he’s comfortable or how I look down there from that angle. My hips grind, pushing myself across his mouth. “Please. This is what I need. You. Don’t stop?—”

He doesn’t. There’s no pulling back or getting tired. Dmitri devours me without break. He suckles and licks and tongues, and my whole body shudders violently against his onslaught.

And then, without warning, I break, shocking myself. I’m scattered. Blissed. My thoughts are drivel. Not only has Dmitri eaten the fuck out of me, but I’ve fucked the hell out of his face. And he let me buck. Go feral.

Like heneededit. Like he was starved for it. For me.

My nerves frazzle. It’s so hard to go back down. I’m lost. How did he do it? How did this happen? I blink repeatedlyto focus when he moves. He’s standing, my arousal all over his disheveled face. My jaw drops. The glasses are smudged completely.

It’s the sloppiest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He slowly takes the frames off and cleans them with the edge of his shirt. Then he puts them back on. I make another noise of pleasure. His mouth curves slightly to the side. My favorite little smirk.

My hips jerk when he goes back down to his knees. “W-what?”

His mouth comes to hover above my pussy. “Again. Please?”

“I—I don’t think. I’m not sure if I can come again.”

His tongue slowly parts me. “But will it feel good?”

He licks gently, golden eyes watching me closely. I whimper out a moan, shivering at my sensitivity.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Itdoesfeel good. But what’s in it for him? He’s accomplished the impossible already. I’ve come apart on his mouth, but he wants to keep going?

“W-why?” I ask.

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