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Finally, his lips reach the peak of my thighs once more. Hooking my knees over his shoulders, Gleb spreads my legs wide. Hot air rushes across my exposed folds, and when I look down, his eyes find mine, daring me to try and stay quiet before he strokes my dripping seam with his tongue.
I bite my lips to muffle the cry of pleasure. It’s still early—not long after dawn—but Gabby’s an early riser, and I don’t want to wake her up before we’re done.
Gleb releases a sound that could almost be called a purr, and the satisfaction in his eyes is carnal. His tongue strokes out again, pushing me closer to the edge as it slides between my folds, lapping up my juices even as it draws more from my core.
“Ffffuck,” I groan, so turned on that all my muscles tense, trembling with the anticipation of release.
And when Gleb’s lips close around my clit, I know I’m close. His tongue flicks out, teasing the electric bundle of nerves. They send pleasure zinging up my spine as he stimulates me to the point of exploding.
The low, appreciative rumble he gives launches me over the edge into oblivion, and I sob with an effort to stay quiet. Continuing to lick and suck, Gleb draws every last ounce of euphoria from my body. My clit throbs between his teeth, my pussy spasming as tingles race across my flesh.
And as I finally start to come down from my high, I’m panting with the intensity of my relief.
Lifting his head, Gleb wipes my juices from his chin, his eyes predatory as he slinks up my body to settle between my thighs. I can smell my arousal on his lips, and my breathing turns shallow as the silken tip of his cock finds my entrance.
“I could eat a breakfast like that every day,” he rasps, sending a shiver down my spine.
Unable to wait any longer, I lift my head off the pillow to crush my lips against his. Our tongues tangle in a complicated dance. Sweet tang transfers into my mouth, and my core clenches at the reminder of my last orgasm and who’s responsible.
I’m seconds from begging Gleb to fuck me when he presses forward, stretching me as he enters with one powerful thrust. And this time, it’s like a key sliding home. He fills me just right, his thick head finding that achingly tender spot that drives me wild.
He’s not taking his time this morning. He doesn’t pause to let me acclimate. And he doesn’t need to. I’m so desperate for him to come inside me; all I can think about is how good it feels.
My IUD makes it easier not to stress about unexpected consequences—like I had from our first night together. Still, the thrill of sex with Gleb, just picturing the possibility, lights my body on fire.
I never want to stop doing this with him.
And it feels like he might feel the same way as he rocks inside me, claiming me with such intensity it takes my breath away. His lips are sure and eager, his tongue exploring my mouth with an insatiable hunger.
All I can do is cling to him as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
Strong arms cage my shoulders, his hips pinning me to the bed, and yet I feel so light, so free, it could make me cry. Every deep, penetrating thrust intensifies my pleasure, urging me to cry out.
Instead, I moan, the sound so lusty I can hardly claim it as my own.
This is what it must feel like to be with someone. To share a bed and give in to one another whenever we want. The spontaneity of it is highly erotic, the knowledge that he wanted me even before I woke up.
And I feel so safe, so entirely protected in his arms. I never want to leave this space. And it sends a thrill through me to know that we’ll be here together.
“Vy chuvstvuyete sebya nastol’ko khorosho,” Gleb groans, and my walls tighten in response, gripping his rock-hard cock.
“Oh god! I’m going to come!” The realization hits me so fast, it makes my head spin.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Gleb grunts. His hips jerk forward, slamming inside me as heat floods my core.
Burying my face in his neck to muffle the sound, I cry out as I come. Hard.
Euphoria blasts through my body with astounding force. All I can think about is the tingling relief that washes out to the tips of my fingers and toes. My muscles unwind, letting me collapse onto the mattress beneath Gleb.
And he rolls off of me after one last feather kiss.
Panting together, we stare up at the ceiling as we catch our breath.
“I could get used to a husband who wakes me up like that,” I joke, a smile spreading across my lips as my heart rate finally starts to calm.
Gleb releases one of his low, enticing chuckles. I think I’ve heard him be amused more in the last twelve hours than all the other years I’ve known him combined. Rolling onto my side, I rest my head on my arm as I take the opportunity to look at him.
Strong arms slung behind his head, he looks at ease, his abs flexing with each deep breath he takes. And as I shift, he turns his head to meet my gaze.
