Page 66 of Untamed Beast
I gasp against him, gripping his shoulders, when he pulls back.
I had no idea my breasts could feel like that. Needy and hot and tight, like they’re connected to the arousal building between my legs.
“So fucking beautiful, Natalia,” he tells me as I shudder in suppressed pleasure.
His eyes rake over my naked breasts like he’s waited a long time to see this.
I don’t care what he wants to see. That’s not what this is about. I grab his dark hair in my fists and drag his face towards the cotton of mypanties.
He knows what I need. He’s just being an asshole.
“Oh, is your pussy feeling left out of things?”
Before I can answer him in the affirmative, Leks has lifted my legs over his shoulders.
The movement tilts my whole body backwards. He pushes my ass further back on the couch and presses his face between my legs, inhaling deeply.
“Your smell is like fucking crack,zolotse. If crack smelled like roses and sugar.”
I can feel the heat of his breath through my panties. He traces through the fabric with his tongue, the wet heat trailing right down my center.
“I was serious before, Natalia. If you want me to taste this sweet little pussy, I will, but I’m never going to stop. There’s no going back.”
His midnight blue eyes are deadly serious on mine.
I nod my assent, because I need his mouth on my pussy like I’ve never needed anything before.
This is still not technically consummating our marriage, so I refuse to think too hard about it. If I can have his cock in my mouth, he can taste me too.
Leks rips my panties off and lets out a breath.
His eyes darken as he stares between my legs. I swear his pupils turn so dark and huge they consume his entire iris. There’s no dark blue anymore, only needy, hungry blackness.
“Zolotse,” he says in a rasping breath that is so filthy I know it’s all I will dream about tonight.
Then his tongue is on me and I lose the capacity for rational thought.
It’s not just good, it’s like my mind is turning into liquid and melting down my spine.
I don’t think I’m really present in my body anymore, except the heartbeat I can feel in my most sensitive places and the gasps that unwillingly emanate from my lungs and throat.
Nothing matters except his tongue and his hands.
Flicks, sucks, licks, groans that somehow reverberate right through my spine.
I’m arching my back against the couch, grinding myself closer to his mouth.
He’s pinning me down with one hand on my spasming abdomen as an orgasm hits.
The sensation is an aching stretch that makes my whole body lift towards him.
His tongue is entering me, hot and wet and irresistible, flicking against a spot that makes me see stars.
He’s pulling back with an expression of humor on his face as I let out a stream of curse words I shouldn’t know in Russian and English.
I don’t have time or mental presence to count how many times he sends me over the edge. All I know is his mouth is on me for so long that I wonder how I ever existed before it.
I’m feeling drained and limp, but somehow Leks isn’t done, his tongue lapping at my juices.
