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He pulls me off him before I can take him deeper.

“Not like this.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to feel you come on my cock.”

My breath catches. He moves onto the bed and lies back, then pulls me with him. For a second I think he wants me on top, but he guides me higher, turning my body until my knees are on either side of his head and his cock is in front of my mouth.

My face heats. “Nikolai.”

His hands grip my thighs. “Too much?”

I hesitate. Not because I don’t want it. Because I do.

Because the idea of being over his mouth like this, of taking him in mine at the same time, feels so obscene I can hardly breathe.

“No,” I say finally.

His answer is to pull me down.

His mouth finds my pussy again, and I bend over him with a broken moan. I take his cock back into my mouth, and he groans against my clit. The vibration goes through my whole body.

There’s no graceful way to do it. I suck him while he licks me, but every time his tongue hits my clit just right, I lose focus. My hand tightens around him, my mouth goes slack, my hips move against his face.

He seems to like that.

His hands spread over my ass and hold me there while he works me with his mouth. I force myself back down over his cock, taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, wanting to pull the same sounds from him that he keeps pulling from me.

His hips lift once. I choke a little and pull back. He immediately stills, one hand moving to my thigh in question.

“I’m fine,” I whisper.

He waits until I lower my mouth again. Then he continues.

That almost undoes me more than the sex itself, the way he can be filthy and careful at the same time. The way he can have his mouth on my pussy and still notice the smallest change in my breathing.

I suck him again, slower now, while his tongue circles my clit. My thighs start to shake. I can feel another orgasm building, deeper this time, made worse by the position, by his hands on me, by the sound of his breathing against my wet skin.

I moan around his cock. His whole body tightens beneath me.

He pulls away from me first. “No.” The word is rough.

He shifts me off him and turns me onto my back before I can protest. His mouth is wet. His chest is heaving.

He reaches for the drawer beside the bed, finds protection, and tears it open with his teeth.

I watch him roll it on. My pulse beats everywhere. Then he’s between my legs. The head of his cock presses against me, thick and hot even through the condom. He drags it through my wetness once, twice, rubbing against my clit until I gasp and grab his arms.

“Nikolai.”

He looks at me. “Ask.”

I know what he means. I also know he wants to hear me say it, and by now I am too far gone to pretend I don’t want the same thing.

“Fuck me.”

His eyes flash. “Again.”