Page 39 of Savage Pakhan

I bite my lip, wanting nothing more than to experience his orgasm.

I want to give that to him. More than anything.

“You’re thick,” I say breathlessly, praising his length and girth as I trail my touch down the protruding vein.

He leans onto his elbows, gripping the blankets again. “Fuck, Mia. You can’t say things like that. Oh my god,” he groans, chest heaving.

A bead of precum drips down the crown. I dip my finger in the slit, gathering it onto my finger. It reminds me of a drop of rain with a thicker consistency. Curious to what he tastes like, I lick the drop free, a saltiness spreading across my tongue.

My new favorite treat.

“You taste good.”

He tosses his arm over his eyes. “Da, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

I giggle, finally wrapping my hand around his cock and tightening it into a fist. His fingers claw at the bedspread, his breaths broken and loud. He looks down at where I grip him, watching me with lustful eyes.

“Fuck, Mia. I’m not going to last. You have to stop.” He yanks his head back and my eyes drop to his chest, watching it rise and fall in rapid beats.

Nothing could get me to stop.

He hasn’t touched me at all sexually. He’s kept his promise. I can tell it’s hard for him not to reach out to me and I want him to. I just need to get over my fear. I will.

Maybe not tonight, but maybe tomorrow.

With my other hand, I drag my blunt nails across his inner thigh and his legs shake. A vocal deep guttural sound rips from him and I’m obsessed. I love how loud he is.

I palm his sack, two filled orbs that are soft in my palm.

“Fuck, Mia!” He shouts for me.

Me. I did that. I made him feel that good.

He covers the tip and I rip his hand away.

“I want to watch.” I have never meant anything more.

He wraps his hand around mine, the one still gripping him, and his mouth falls open when the first white rope shoots from him.

He mumbles words in Russian. Words I can’t understand. More cum jets free, dripping onto his inner legs, stomach, and sack.

If I were braver, I’d bend down and lick him clean.

But I’m not. Tomorrow, I might be.

He takes my hand that’s holding him and brings it to his mouth, kissing every knuckle. Alek still tries to catch his breath and I wait for the panic to set in.

It never comes.

If anything, I wish we took things further. My heart’s racing, yet my mind is clear.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pushing himself up in a seated position. He reaches around me to grab the tissue box, snags a few, and wipes himself clean.

I snag the covers when a chill sweeps over me and I crawl into bed, covering myself. My cheeks are blazing red. I can feel the heat in them, and I nod. “I’m good, Alek. That was… thank you for being so patient with me and letting me lead.” His actions throughout this entire experience, not only made me trust him more, but love him more.

“You always lead, Mia. I’ll happily follow you anywhere to do anything,” he winks.

I smile to myself when he gets up to go to the bathroom. I flop onto my back and release a squeal I’ve been holding in. I feel ridiculous being so excited about a sexual experience but considering I’ve never had one, I can’t help it.