Page 62 of Devotion

Even better than last night.

Her tongue flutters, her lips curling around my shaft. And the way she rolls her head as she slowly takes me to the hilt sends jolts of lightning down my legs, up through my back and into my brain, exploding in little bursts of light and sheer ecstasy.

I could let her continue and I know she would, voraciously driving me over the edge. But I need to taste her first.

And how dare she get me naked with her fucking pants still on?!

Hooking my hand below her jaw, I draw her up, guiding her back toward the bed. Vanya says nothing, her mouth open slightly as she licks her glistening, slick lips, her chest heaving.

My thumb tracks along her bottom lip, around to cup the back of her neck.

Then it’s my turn to work my way down, sucking on one, then the other firm, pert nipple, before I go lower, working the skintight fabric down and settling her onto the bed as I do. With a final tug, I chuck her pants to the side, gliding my palms along her thighs, marveling at the sight of her flawless porcelain skin. And the black lace nestled between those powerful, muscular legs.

On my knees, I lean forward, kissing the line of her stomach, savoring the taste of her as I lick, reveling in the feeling of her smooth belly under my lips.

With her legs, she tries to pull me up onto her but I resist, continuing my venture down, down, down. Right to the edge of her panties.

Only to reverse course, back up, sucking her nipples, dragging one into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, biting the tip of it with my teeth, before moving on to the next one, kissing every inch of the space between. All the while, I trace the lines of the tattoos running down her sides.

I did not expect those…

But they accent her curves. Faint, delicate lines.

Smiling, I hum my enjoyment as she tousles my hair, working my way down again. This time, I don’t pause, kissing the outside of the lace.

Vanya’s legs tighten, so I brace my hands on the sheets, holding my ground. It gives me pause though, and I look up to find her breathing hard, watching me with fire in her eyes. But also…hesitance.

That’s when it hits me.

“Have you ever…?”

“I am not virgin, Shakal,” she scoffs, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I meant. Not sex. Has anyone ever…” I glance down, brushing my lips along the lips of her panties, flicking my tongue against her skin.

Instantly I see the flush in her cheeks, spreading to her chest. The sight of her vulnerable like this, taken off guard, makes me weak in the knees.

“So, I take it Russian guys…”

“At least not the ones I have been with, no,” she snaps, biting her lip apprehensively.

I feel the tension in my shoulders relax and I smile at her, kissing the inside of her thighs.

“Relax…and let me…” I brush my lips down the silk fabric, massaging her hips and ass, disarming her. The soft sigh of surprise that escapes her lips tells me I’m on the right track, and that she’s definitely willing to try.

“Ciro, you don’t have to…”

“I am going to taste you, I need to taste you.”

Vanya’s butt flexes involuntarily as I kiss right over her clit.

“If you must.” Her eyes flick to the side, feigning indifference.

“I must. And you’re going to lay there and come in my mouth and love every second of it.”

Those eyes pop open wide at my bold words, even wider as I pull the black lace aside, dragging the tip of my tongue along her outer lips.

Just like that, we are back in the fever of things, heat rising between us higher than I thought possible. Especially when I slip the thin, soft fabric off of her and bury my tongue in her center.

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