Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
My back arched off the bed as he buried his face into my soaked cunt and took my clit in his mouth.
“Unhh,” I cried out helplessly, fisting the sheets. I rocked my hips with abandon, as his tongue licked me clean, until another bout of my thick arousal coated his mouth. It was a never-ending cycle of ravenous devouring. I could barely stand the intense pleasure, but I couldn’t dream of being deprived of it.
“Yuri,” I called out his name, my head thrashing from side to side, as his tongue plunged into me, sucking and nipping without ceremony.
“Yuri!”
He dug his fingers into me, and I collapsed back unto the bed.
“Oh, Yuri…”
His tongue and fingers tortured me mercilessly until I grabbed at his hair in a plea for a moment’s break, but he didn’t stop. “Yuri, Yuri, Yuri.”
When I came, it was all over his face, shamelessly, the unending waves of mind-blowing orgasm crashing through my entire body. I shuddered on the bed, my hands clenching the sheets hard to contain the explosion of my battered clit. His head was trapped between my clenched thighs, but he didn’t seem to mind as he lapped up the juices gushing out of me.
I couldn’t believe our intimacy. How could we be this exposed to each other in one moment and then act like strangers in the next? I couldn’t understand it. I wanted to hold him close to me, and never let go. In that moment when my brain had lost most of its function that was exactly what I did.
I pulled Yuri up and held him tightly to my breast, my arms around him in a desperate embrace. He felt like home, something I’d only ever gotten glimpses of. I wanted to kiss every inch of his body, to treasure him as mine, and no one else’s even if it was just for this moment.
I was about to let him go, aware that I was beginning to cross unspoken boundaries, when he slipped his hand around me, and rolled over, until I was on top him. I kept still. I shut my eyes as he pulled me up and buried my face in his neck. For a moment I felt confused, but before I could lose the moment that I was sure would end in a snap, I cradled his head, and breathed him in, hiding my face in his neck, and matching the rise and fall of his heaving chest to mine.
And then it began again. There were condoms by the bedside. We worshiped each other’s bodies for hours. Until he fell asleep, his hand cupped possessively around one of my breasts.
Chapter 24
Yuri
I awoke alone, my mind coming awake instantly. Her smell lingered, but when I turned in search of her, she was gone.
I’d fallen asleep to the feel of her full breast inside my palm, the beat of her heart in my ear. Her scent, both of her hair and skin, had been of lavender. My mouth was haunted by the taste of her.
I gazed blindly at the ceiling. A strange overwhelming sensation of warmth flooded me when I thought about what she’d done. She had pulled me up to her and held me in her arms. Silently. As if we were one body. No woman had ever done that to me. No woman would have dared try.
I vaulted upright. It was dark in my room. The digital clock by my bedside showed that it was half past three in the morning. She could have waited until at least the morning to leave, but I would be willing to bet she ran off the moment I fell asleep.
I couldn’t understand her. She wanted me with as much ferocity as I did her, but almost as soon as the sex was over, she became distant. Was it fear? Did she fear me? Had I gone too far by allowing her to see that loser’s corpse?
I put my feet on the ground, and realized that she was the first woman who’d been able to move without waking me. No matter how exhausted I might be, I never relaxed enough to sleep deeply when there was another body in the bed with me. She’d unraveled me and brought all my walls down with such ease that it shocked me. I on the other hand held as much impact to her as a rock…beyond our fucking sessions, that is.
Funny thing was, this is exactly the reaction I preferred from my conquests, so why did it irritate me so much when she did it? I got out of bed, seething. My body felt hot and restless.
I headed over to the bathroom. Even the thought of her had my dick rising. I forewent the piss, and just got into the shower. I let the water and the memory of her mouth as she had sucked me nearly out of my mind, wash over me. I redirected my anger into pure lust and pumped myself brutally. I saw myself grabbing her hips and fucking her so damn hard she screamed for mercy. And still I didn’t stop.