Volody #2
"That you might be the most beautiful thing I've ever had in this apartment, and that's including the view.
" I stand, pull her in by the waist, kiss the laugh right off her mouth before it can turn nervous on her again.
My hands trace her, learn the shape of her waist, the dip of her spine, the way she shivers when my fingers trail along her ribs.
"I want to touch you," I tell her, lips against her throat. "Everywhere. Slowly. I want you to feel every single thing I'm thinking about you tonight."
"Okay," she breathes, fingers tightening in my shirt.
I lift her into my arms and carry her through to my bedroom where I lay her back against the sheets like she's something rare.
I kiss my way down her body unhurried, telling her exactly what I'm about to do before every step the way I promised, watching her arch and gasp and lose the careful control she's been holding onto all night.
I settle between her thighs like a man finding religion. Her legs are trembling, but she doesn’t close them. She lets me look. Fuck, she lets me see everything.
Her pussy is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Pink and slick with a thatch of red hair crowning her, glistening in the low light from the city.
Untouched. The portfolio said it, and everything about her confirms it.
No one has ever put their mouth here. No one has ever tasted what I’m about to taste.
The thought makes something savage and possessive roar in my chest. Mine.
This perfect, untouched pussy is mine now.
No other man will ever know what she sounds like when she comes on a tongue.
What she tastes like. What it feels like when her tight little hole flutters and gushes for someone.
My cock is rock hard in my trousers, straining against the zipper, leaking steadily into my boxers, but I don’t give it a second thought.
This isn’t about me getting off. This is about her.
About showing her that her body is a fucking temple and I’m on my knees to worship at it.
To honor it. To claim it in the most intimate way possible.
I look up at her face. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes dark and wide as she watches me.
She’s nervous. I can see it in the way her fingers twist in the sheets.
But she’s not pulling away. She’s letting me have this.
After everything tonight she’s still choosing to spread her legs for me and let me see her like this. The trust in that nearly undoes me.
“I’m going to taste you now, Alivia,” I tell her, using her full name because it feels right, reverent.
“I’m going to put my tongue inside this sweet pussy and lick you until you come.
I want you to feel worshipped. Because that’s what this is.
I’m on my knees for you, Liv. You stop me if it’s too much. ”
She makes a small sound, and her hips lift the tiniest bit toward my mouth.
I don’t make her wait.
I lean in and run the flat of my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one slow, thorough stroke.
The flavor of her explodes across my tongue.
She’s sweet and salty and musky and so fucking her.
I groan against her, the sound vibrating straight through her slick flesh, and she gasps like I’ve shocked her.
“Fuck, Liv,” I mutter against her dripping cunt. “You taste like everything I didn’t know I needed. Like I could live right here and never want for another thing.”
I do it again. Long, lazy licks that cover every inch of her pretty pussy.
I avoid her clit at first, teasing around it, lapping at her folds, dipping the tip of my tongue just inside her entrance to taste her from the source.
She’s getting wetter by the second. Her arousal coats my tongue, my chin, my lips.
I love it. I want to be drenched in her. I want her scent on me for days.
When she’s squirming and making these soft, desperate little sounds, I finally give her what she needs.
I point my tongue and flick it directly over her clit in light, fast circles that make her hips jerk.
Then I seal my lips around the swollen bud and suck, gentle at first, then a little harder when she gasps my name.
“Volody—oh god—”
“That’s it,” I say against her slick flesh. “Say my name while I eat this sweet cunt. I want to hear it. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
I go back in, alternating between broad, flat licks and focused, relentless flicks against her clit.
I can feel her getting closer, her arousal flooding my mouth.
I bring one big hand up and use two fingers to spread her lips wider, exposing every inch of her to my mouth.
Then I push my tongue inside her entrance, fucking her with it in shallow, deliberate thrusts.
She’s so goddamn tight. The thought that no one has ever been inside her before makes me feral. I want to be the first. The only. I want this tight little hole to remember the shape of my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I want it to know who it belongs to now.
I replace my tongue with one thick finger, sliding it in slowly, carefully, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion like they never want to let go.
She’s hot and silky and perfect. I work it in and out gently while my mouth works her clit, sucking, licking, circling.
In, out, a slow twist of my wrist. Letting her body adjust to the stretch.
“Good girl,” I praise, voice muffled against her dripping cunt. “Taking my finger so well. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? So tight and greedy and perfect. Look at you, getting so wet for me. Dripping down my hand. Fuck, Liv. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I add a second finger when she starts rocking against my hand. It’s a snug fit, and I go slow, scissoring them gently to open her up. All the while my tongue never stops flicking, circling, sucking on her clit like it’s the only thing that matters. Because right now, it is.
I can hear how wet she is. The obscene, slick sounds of my mouth on her fill the room along with her moans. Her thighs are shaking on either side of my head. Her hands are in my hair, tugging me closer, like she needs me exactly where I am.
I can feel her getting closer. The way her walls flutter and clench around my fingers. The way her breathing turns ragged. The way her moans turn higher, more desperate, my name breaking on her lips like she’s never said anything as urgently in her life.
I curl my fingers upward, stroking that rough patch inside her that makes her whole body jolt.
“Volody—oh fuck—right there—”
I suck hard on her clit and rub that spot relentlessly, until she shatters.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave.
Her cunt clamps down on my fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses.
Her hips buck against my face. A rush of wetness floods my mouth, hot and sweet and hers, and I drink it down greedily, licking and sucking through every wave, not stopping until she’s whimpering and oversensitive, her hands pushing weakly at my head.
Even then, I don’t pull away. I give her soft, gentle licks.
Kissing her spent pussy like it’s the most sacred thing I’ve ever touched.
Because right now, it is. I nuzzle against her inner thigh, breathing her in, my face wet with her release.
My heart is pounding like I’ve gone ten rounds, but this is better.
This is peace and possession and something I didn’t know I was starving for until tonight.
My perfect woman. My untouched woman. Mine.