Page 110 of Beautiful Agony

The rhythm of his fingers matches my pace perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through my core. My whole body tingles with building need.

Our shared need fills the air with the scent of sweat and sex.

I hollow my cheeks as I pull back, then take him deep again. His free hand squeezes my breast, not directing, just connecting. The tenderness of that touch contrasts beautifully with the intensity of what's happening between my legs.

His fingers curl inside me in that perfect way that makes my thighs quiver. The slick sounds of his movements mix with my muffled moans around him. I can feel myself getting wetter with each thrust of his skilled fingers.

Our bodies move together in perfect synchronization, each of us giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. The intimacy of the moment—being so completely connected, so thoroughly devoted to each other's pleasure—makes my heart swell.

This is what love-making is,I realize as I taste his rich scent on my lips and tongue.

This perfect dance of give and take, push and pull between us. Every touch feels electric, meaningful, charged with emotion that transcends mere physical pleasure.

I sink down further to feel him touching a spot that belongs to him and him alone.

My hands find purchase on his firm ass, pulling him closer until he's buried completely in my throat. The stretch of my lips around his thick shaft feels divine.

Through the tears blurring my vision, I look up to meet his intense gaze. Those stormy gray eyes are fixed on me with such raw emotion it makes my heart thunder.

He's getting harder on my tongue, throbbing with his impeding release.

I let him slip partway out of my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head as I gulp down every drop of his salty arousal.

My eyes stay locked on his, urging him to let go, to give himself over to the pleasure completely. To trust me with his pleasure the way I trust him with mine.

His cock pulses against my tongue, a warning that he's close. The knowledge sends another flood of wetness around his pumping fingers. I moan around him, wanting—needing—to feel him come undone.

His fingers twist inside me, sending electricity shooting up my spine. "I'm going to cum," he whispers hoarsely.

Do it,I urge him with my eyes.I want you to drown me in your cum.

I tighten my inner muscles around his probing fingers, squeezing them in a rhythmic pulse. His breath catches at my response. I hollow my cheeks and quicken my pace, begging him silently with each bob of my head.

Please, please, please!

The rich taste of his arousal floods my mouth as his cock throbs against my tongue. His powerful thighs tremble beneath my palms.

Deep, primal sounds rumble from his chest—part growl, part moan. The vibrations travel straight to my core, making me clench even tighter around his fingers.

His control shatters. With a strangled cry, he erupts. Hot, thick ropes coat my tongue and throat as his release pulses through him. I drink down every drop, my tongue working to catch any that might escape.

The taste of Vadim's release triggers something primal inside me. His fingers curl against that perfect spot, and my orgasm crashes through me with overwhelming intensity.

My body convulses around his probing fingers, but I force my eyes to stay locked on his stormy gray gaze.

"Oh!" I pull back from his still-pulsing cock with a gasp that turns to a whimper.

A whimper becomes a cry.

And a cry finally transforms into a long sustained screaming note.

"Yes! YES! YES!" I scream up at him, as the final spurts of his warm release drop like stars on my heaving breasts.

They streak along the swell of my belly where our daughter grows.

They splatter on my trembling thighs.

The waves of pleasure continue to rock through me as his fingers work me through my climax. Each pulse makes my toes curl and my thighs shake. Stars dance at the edges of my vision, but I refuse to close my eyes. I want—need—to see the raw emotion in his gaze as we share this moment of perfect connection.

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