Emilia
I can’t sleep. The night is too quiet and despite the exhaustion I feel from everything we’ve done over the last week, I can’t switch my brain off.
“You’re thinking too loud.” Konstantin’s voice is rough. “Tell me what I can do to help.”
“I’m fine,” I say, feeling guilty for waking him. “Honestly, just go back to sleep.”
“Can’t,” he mutters and shifts onto his back. “I need something from you first.”
I stroke my hand over his chest, over the tattoos I know are there even if I ca’t see them in the dark.
“What do you need from me,” I ask, snaking my hand downwards.
He chuckles, “Not that.” He pulls my hand up and kisses my palm.
“What, then?” I ask, confused and a little put off that he doesn’t want me pleasuring him.
“Sit on my face,” he orders and the words go straight to my clit.
“What?” I ask, surprised.
“You heard. Sit on my face and let me make you come. You’ll feel better, I promise.” His words are darkly enticing. It’s not something I’ve done before and I feel self conscious even though he has already seen every part of me, multiple times.
“Stop thinking.” His voice has taken a firmer edge. “Trust me.”
I do as I’m told and lift myself over his shoulders, bracing my legs either side and holding onto he headboard.
“Are you sure?” I ask. His response is to grab my hips and roughly position me exactly where he wants me. His lips are immediately on my center, working me from below. His tongue pushes through my folds, laps at my entrance, circles my clit.
I moan, my hips trying to chase the rhythm that will let me come. Only he holds firm. Just as the orgasm builds to the point of no return, he pushes my hips back so I’m sitting on his chest.
“Why did you stop?” I demand, my voice whiny with the need for release.
“Just wait. You’ll see.”
He pulls me back up and works me harder. Sucking at my labia and thrusting his tongue into me before sucking me clit. Again he hold my hips steady, refusing me the chase and just as I peak again, he stops.
“Konstantin,” I say on a long moan. “Please,” I beg.
He slides his hands up my body and rolls my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Each pinch sending fresh jolts of pleasure to my core.
Once again, he guides my hips back to his face and takes me in his mouth. This time, he lets me grind my hips against his mouth and chin, He sucks my clit so hard my body bucks. He lifts his hands back to my tits to play with my nipples.
Within seconds I’m flying over the edge. Gasping and shuddering as I come on his face, riding out the pleasure as his tongue slides in and out of my entrance. When it finally ends and the trembling subsides, I feel the wetness beneath my knees.
“What’s that?” I ask, still dazed and very much confused.
“I made you squirt,” he says with something akin to pride in his voice.
“What? No you didn't.” I feel around at the damp spots either side of his head. “Oh fuck,” I mutter. “That’s never happened before.”
“I told you to trust me,” he growls with that sexy voice full of satisfaction. “Lie back.”
I do as I’m told, my legs still quivering. He flicks on the lamp beside the bed as he straddles me over my stomach. His large cock is already leaking precum as he takes it in his hand and begins jerking in short, hard movements.
“Fuck Emilia, you taste so fucking good,” he grunts, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “You see what you do to me, see how hard and needy you make me.” He groans and his cock visibly jerks at the base as hot spurts of cum shoot from the tip all over my tits.