21. Aurora
21
AURORA
The moment Ruslan's mouth connects with my core, I gasp, my back rising off the counter from pleasure. His tongue traces my entrance with agonizing slowness.
Teasing me. Tasting me. Memorizing me.
"You taste divine," he growls against my flesh, the vibrations sending new waves of pleasure through me.
My fingers tighten in his golden-brown curls as his tongue moves deeper, lapping at my wetness with deliberate strokes. Every flick sends electricity shooting up my spine.
I'm completely at his mercy, spread open on our kitchen counter where anyone could walk in, but I don't care.
Nothing matters except the hot press of his tongue against my most sensitive parts.
"Oh god," I whimper as he finds my clit, circling it with precise, knowing movements.
His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me open for his hungry mouth. I feel completely devoured, consumed by the wet heat of his tongue as he works me with devastating skill. My hips buck against his face, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything he's giving me.
"That's it," he murmurs against me. "Show me what you need."
When he sucks my clit between his lips, I cry out, my thighs trembling around his head. The pressure builds inside me, gathering like a storm.
"Ruslan, I'm, I'm close," I pant, grinding shamelessly against his mouth.
He responds by sliding two thick fingers inside me while his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming. The stretch of his fingers, the wet heat of his tongue, the scratch of his stubble against my inner thighs.
My walls tighten around his fingers as he curls them against that perfect spot inside me. Stars begin to dance behind my eyelids, my body tensing as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.
"Let go for me, zarechka," he commands, his voice dark with desire. "I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue."
Everything inside me tightens, then releases in a pulsing rhythm that steals my breath and scatters my thoughts. The waves of pleasure crash over me like a tsunami.
I'm not prepared for how long it lasts. Not prepared for how Ruslan doesn't stop as I ride out the waves of my pleasure. Doesn't even slow down as I come.
"Oh god! Ruslan!" I cry out, my voice echoing off the kitchen walls.
My soft whimpers transform into something primal and desperate as he continues feasting on me through my orgasm.
His tongue is relentless, tracing devilish circles even as his lips wrap around my clit to extend my pleasure until I lose all sense of anything other than his mouth and fingers.
My thighs clamp around his head. My fingers tangle in his hair. And another loud cry of pleasure punches out from my throat.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" My words dissolve into a shameless moan that would embarrass me if I had any capacity for embarrassment left.
But he doesn't stop. His golden eyes stay locked on mine, watching me fall apart as he sucks and licks every last tremor from my body. The intensity builds again, impossibly, and I'm crying out his name like a prayer, like salvation.
My second orgasm crashes through me harder than the first, leaving me boneless and gasping for air. Only then does Ruslan finally pull away, pressing gentle kisses to my inner thighs as I struggle to catch my breath.
He rises slowly, his lips glistening with evidence of what he's just done to me. The sight is so erotic I feel like the aftershock pulsing through me might push me over the edge again.
His hands cup my face as he leans in and captures my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
I taste myself on his tongue. Tangy, sweet, and intimate. The knowledge that he's just feasted on me, that his chin is wet with my pleasure, sends a fresh burst of wetness leaking from my quivering cunt.
My hand slides down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I don't stop until I reach the impressive bulge straining against his pants. When my fingers wrap around his cock through the fabric, he groans into my mouth, his hips instinctively pushing against my palm.
I squeeze gently, feeling his impressive length and thickness. Even through his clothes, I can tell how hard he is.
"My turn" I whisper against his lips, my hand continuing to stroke him through his pants.
I slide off the counter, my legs still shaky from my intense orgasms. Something primal and possessive pulses through me as I sink to my knees before Ruslan, looking up to meet his golden eyes.
"Are you going to give me your cock, Daddy?" I whisper, my fingers finding his belt buckle.
The word feels dangerous and thrilling on my tongue.
His breathing comes in sharp bursts as I undo his belt with deliberate slowness, savoring the anticipation. The leather slides free with a soft hiss that sends heat between my legs again.
I unfasten his pants next, tugging down the zipper tooth by tooth to free his cock.
And even though I know what to expect, the sight of it still leaves me gasping.
He's magnificent. Thick and long, the head of his massive cock is flushed dark with arousal. A prominent vein runs along the underside, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart. His skin is smooth and hot against my palm as I wrap my fingers around him, admiring how my hand can't quite close around his girth.
"You're so big," I murmur, stroking him slowly from base to tip.
A drop of precum glistens at the slit, and I lean forward to lick it away with the tip of my tongue. Ruslan hisses, his tattooed fingers tangling in my hair as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive crown of his cock.
I tease him with light, fluttering licks at first, tracing the ridge where the head meets the shaft, and tasting his salty-sweet essence on my tongue. His cock twitches in response, growing even harder in my grip.
"Stop teasing," he breathes.
I smile up at him before parting my lips and taking him into my mouth. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his thickness.
It's all so intoxicating. Made even more so knowing that although I'm the one on my knees, he's the one who's at my mercy.
I work him deeper, and use my hand to stroke what I can't fit in my mouth.
His fingers tighten in my hair. When his cock reaches the back of my throat, I moan around him, relishing how his cock twitches in response.
I release him from my mouth, panting, to catch my breath. One hand keeps stroking him while the other moves lower. His balls feel heavy and full in my palm as I massage them gently, feeling their weight. I lean down to suck one into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue while my hand continues working his shaft.
"You like it when I suck your balls, Daddy?" I ask, looking up at him through my lashes as I stroke his thick length and feel his balls grow harder in my hands. "These balls that are just filling up with your cum for me?"
His golden eyes darken at my words, jaw clenching as he threads his fingers through my hair.
"Fuck yes," he growls. "It's for you. Every last drop."
I moan at his words, feeling a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. I lick my way back up the shaft and take him back into my mouth.
My tongue swirls around his sensitive head and he throws his head back, moaning.
"Look at me while I suck your cock," I command.
He obeys instantly, his eyes locking with mine. "Yes. Take it. Take it all."
And I do. Tears spring to my eyes as he reaches the back of my throat. But the primal look of possession on his face makes it worth it.
"Can you feel how much I love sucking your cock, Daddy?" I whisper when I come up for air, my lips shiny with saliva and precum.
My hand never stops working him, twisting on the upstroke just how I've learned he likes it.
"Fuck yes," he says, his tattooed hand stroking my jaw. "You're such a good little cocksucker."
I whimper, squeezing my thighs together at his filthy words.
"I'm your good little cocksucker." I say, and then take him back into my mouth with renewed enthusiasm.
His tattooed fingers tangle deeper in my hair, gripping the back of my head firmly. His eyes turn molten, predatory.
"I want to fuck your throat," he growls.
I can only nod, my mouth already full of him. But that's not enough.
"Words," he pulls back just enough for me to gasp.
"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck my throat."
He guides himself back through my lips, past my tongue, and bury himself all the way in my throat. His grip tightens, controlling my movements completely as he begins to thrust. The first push is gentle—testing—but when I relax my throat and take him deeper, his restraint begins to slip.
"That's it," he groans, starting a steady rhythm. "Take every inch."
I focus on breathing through my nose, surrendering completely as he uses my mouth. His cock slides deeper with each thrust, hitting the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes but I refuse to look away from his golden gaze.
I want to see him the moment he loses control in my mouth. I want to watch the adoration in his eyes as he fucks my throat.
"Take it," he praises, his voice thickening with arousal. "Take it deep in your throat."
I moan around his length again to encourage him and he does.
"Put your arms behind your back," he commands suddenly. "I want to see all of you."
I obey immediately, clasping my hands at the small of my back. The position should make me feel vulnerable, my breasts thrust forward, my throat completely at his mercy.
But in front of him, all I feel is infinite safety.
His eyes darken as they rake over my body.
"Perfect," he growls. "Fucking perfect."
His pace increases, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I can feel him swelling against my tongue, know he's getting close by the way his breathing changes, the way his fingers tighten in my hair.
"Are you ready for my cum, zarechka ?" he asks, his voice strained. "Are you ready to swallow every drop like a good girl?"
I can't speak, so I answer by sucking him harder, tightening my lips around his shaft. I want this. I want to taste him, to swallow his pleasure, to know that I've made him lose control.
"Don't you dare close your beautiful eyes when I cum down your throat."
That was the only warning I got.
With a deep, guttural roar that vibrates through our connected bodies, he lets loose.
His thick cock pulses against my tongue as the first hot jet splashes the back of my throat.
I swallow instinctively, overwhelmed by the sheer volume and intensity.
"Aurora, fuck—" His voice breaks as his fingers tangle tighter in my hair, his hips jerking forward with each powerful pulse.
The taste floods my senses. Salt and musk with an underlying sweetness that's uniquely him.
It's too much all at once.
No matter how quickly I swallow, a few drops of semen escape the corners of my mouth. I feel it running down my chin in warm rivulets, dripping onto my breasts where it cools quickly against my flushed skin.
Each breath I take through my nose fills me with the intoxicating smell of our combined arousal.
His cock continues to throb against my tongue and I struggle to keep up with the volume of his release. More spills from my lips, painting glistening trails down my chin, my neck, through the valley between my breasts, and down my belly.
He's marking me thoroughly as his, and I feel an impossible desire coursing through me at the knowledge that my body is a canvas for his cum.
When he finally stops pulsing, I pull back slowly and sit on my calves to let him look at his masterpiece. To see how his cum glistens on my lips, chin, and body.
Somehow, it makes me feel powerful rather than degraded. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, looking up at him through my lashes.
"Is that all you've got?" I challenge, my voice hoarse from taking him so deeply.
Ruslan's golden eyes darken as he bends down, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss. He doesn't hesitate to taste himself on my tongue, groaning as our flavors mingle. His strong arms scoop under me, lifting me effortlessly against his chest.
"Far from it, zarechka ," he murmurs against my lips. "But not here."