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I’m clearly not in my right state of mind if Russian is slipping out.

“Did you just tell me to be quiet?”

I pause my fingers trailing up her thigh. “I did.” I pull my gaze away from in between her legs. “Did you just understand Russian?”

The tiniest smile plays against her lips. My chest does something weird, and I immediately place my attention back to the most important thing at the moment: her glistening, pretty little cunt.

“Pick a safe word, Sunshine.”

My mouth waters.

Enough talking.

I need to touch her.

Immediately.

She isn’t the only one who hasn’t been with someone in a while.

“Moscow.”

Moscow?She isn’t safe in Moscow. Those Russian men would eat her up in a second.

Me included.

“Moscow?” I repeat. “Good.”

Her sharp inhale ignites my anticipation. I swipe a finger against her arousal, and every muscle in my body locks.

“So wet,” I mutter in awe.

I slowly slide a finger inside of her. She’s warm and tight.

It takes my breath away.

It isn’t difficult to know what her body needs after touching her for a few seconds. Each time I slowly pull my finger away, she whimpers until I put it back in. She likes it slow, and she likes being teased.

Not trapped, though.

I press my mouth to the inside of her knee and place a kiss there while playing with her pussy.

She makes a noise, and I quickly dart my gaze to her face.

Her nipples strain against her T-shirt, showing off her perfectly sized mounds. Flushed cheeks. Parted lips. Fuck, I crave to kiss her. I want to know what it would feel like to slip my tongue inside her mouth and feel her lips against mine.

Instead of entertaining that idea, I go for the next best thing.

I trace the inside of her thigh with my nose. Her breaths are sharp and fast. I pause, only for a second, to make sure she’s still okay. When I’m confident she isn’t going to say the wordMoscow, I blow a hot breath against her wet pussy and start to work her body.

My tongue slides against her folds, and I barely suppress my own groan. She’s warm and silky. Tasting her is downright dangerous. If I didn’t think it would be a step too far, I’d haveher sit on my face. I’d love nothing more than to be fucking suffocated by her.

I’m out of control. Get a grip.

“Oh my god,” she moans.

I smile to myself and play with her some more. Her pussy starts to tighten, and I suck her into my mouth. My fingers and tongue work together to bring her to the edge of bliss.

“There it is,” I coax, hooking one finger while tugging on her clit with my teeth.