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When Agafon’s tongue proceeds to make another devastating sweep across my slit, I can’t help but arch off the bed, in far too much pleasure to be conscious of how I might look from where he leans before me.

I feel him grin against me, and the sensation is electric. Feeling him there, teasing me, it’s too much and yet… not enough.

He parts my legs wider, and I grip the sheets beneath me, my thighs trembling against his broad shoulders. He dives into me like I’m a feast, flicking his tongue inside me, the warm intrusion causing my hips to jerk upward.

“Oh God.” The words tear from my throat.

His tongue retreats, and I whimper at the loss until I feel him dab against my clit; light, teasing, maddening. I moan into the night, the sound seeming otherworldly to me.

“Please,” I beg. “Don't stop.”

The next thing I know, he’s sliding one hand beneath my ass, lifting me slightly, bringing me closer to his mouth. The new angle gives him deeper access, and he takes ruthless advantage, eating me with an intensity that makes me see stars.

A tiny spot of pleasure begins to form deep within me, a spark threatening to ignite an inferno. I've been here before, on the edge with the only two men I’ve ever gone to bed with, one of whom I lost my virginity to during the initial phase of my foreign adventures.

In this moment, I know I’m finally seeing heaven.

I’ve never felt like this. In the past, none showed me what Agafon’s showing now—pure, unadulterated affection, a celebration of my body.

Not even Nikandr, though not for lack of chemistry.

He was fighting demons that never allowed him to focus on me. No wonder we never got this far.

But no man has ever made me finish with his mouth alone. In fact, I didn’t think it was possible.

But then Agafon begins drawing figure eights across my clit and I feel the start of my undoing.

My fingers clutch the sheets so tightly that I fear they might tear. My heels dig into his lower back, urging him closer, though it's physically impossible. I'm bucking now, chasing the release that's building, building, building... and then he slides a finger into me.

The intrusion is so blissful, so perfect in its timing, that I cry out loud. He crooks hid finger upward, tapping against my walls with soft pressure while his mouth fastens on my clit.

I'd always believed an orgasm from oral sex alone was a myth, a fantasy, something that happens to other women. The men I’ve been with made me feel defected, broken, that I couldn’t cum as they wanted me to.

But Agafon... God, Agafon is rewriting everything I thought I knew about my body.

His finger curves again, finding a spot inside me that sends lightning down my spine.

The next thing I know, I feel his tongue lengthen against my clit, as though he’s trying to reach every corner of me and he flexes just then, allowing me to feel a pressure so strong that it becomes unbearable.

I feel myself hovering between two places, the one where I want this moment to continue, and the one where I can no longer hold myself back.

“I—I can't—” I stammer, not even sure what I'm trying to say.

“Let go, Lilibeth,” he moans into my heat in that sexy, husky voice of his, before flicking back against my clit.

It's when he bites into my clit, ever so softly, that I fall apart.

The orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami, obliterating any and all control over my muscles.

My body convulses as my thighs clamp around his tongue and fingers, and wave after wave of pleasure travels in every direction from my core.

I’m half-crying from how good this feels.

When I finally return to myself, trembling and dazed, Agafon is still there between my legs.

When I look down, I catch him watching me with this look of amazement, as though he’s never seen me before.

I blush at that intensity, at how his beautiful gray eyes flicker back between my legs.

Far from being finished, he lowers his head again, and I gasp at the contact against my still-sensitive flesh.

“Wait—I can't—it's too much—” I protest weakly.

He pauses. “Let me try,” he says simply, waiting for an answer. There he is, between my legs, wanting nothing more than to please me. On a certain level, I think I feel guilty for allowing him to offer me so much, but on the other hand, I still want him.

So, without a word, I curl my hands into his hair and lead him back down. He groans with approval and his lips meet my clit again.

I relax back against the pillows, surrendering to him. His approach is different this time around. He’s gentler now, softer. He builds me back up with maddening patience. The second climb is different. It’s slower, deeper, maddening.

And I want more. The pleasure threatens to take root for an explosion, but in my mind, that doesn’t seem enough. For so long, I’ve dreamt of a moment like this with Agafon, yearning and longing to feel him, but in my fantasies, it ends another way.

I wonder why that fantasy can’t be a reality?

I chide myself for thinking I needed to resist this attraction I feel toward him, for thinking he wouldn’t want this, wouldn’t want me.

He’s here now, isn’t he? He’s doing things no man has done before, taking me to heights I never imagined possible, and all my doubts fade away.

I allow this moment, the facts, to speak for themselves.

I want more, and I’m done fighting myself every step of the way. For all I know, he wants me too, and there’s only one way to find out.

I reach down and twist my fingers through his thick black hair, tugging him up gently. He follows my lead as he pulls himself up, searching my eyes to see if everything is okay.

“Come here,” I whisper, my voice rough with need.

His beautiful body now hovers over mine. I feel the heat from his skin and see the trickle of sweat glistening off that gorgeous chest. For a second, I can’t believe my luck. I can’t believe that I, with my imperfect body and lack of experience, am lying in bed with a man like him.

But then I see the hunger in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me, his face inches from mine, and I know he wants this too. Somehow, he doesn’t even realize it, but he wordlessly silences the doubts in my head.

My hands slide up his muscular arms to his shoulders, feeling the coiled strength beneath his skin. His erection presses against my thigh, hard for the taking.

He leans down and brushes the hair off my face, his lips coming close to mine. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmurs, before planting soft kisses on my lips.

I sigh and lurch my hips up, and he gets the message.

He positions himself against me until I feel his cock nudging at my entrance. I grip his lower back, encouraging him to move quicker, yet despite my urgency, he enters me slowly.

I feel that stretch and whimper at the sheer pleasure of the sensation. When he finds me wet, he slides in deeper, entering wholly.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel perfect.”

I give him a lazy smile and slide my hands down to his lower back, egging him on.

He begins to move with soft strokes at first, and his eyes never leave mine. He’s watching every reaction, ensuring he doesn’t cross a line. It’s sweet, but I feel restless, impatient for more.

But he savors me, takes his own sweet time despite my little nudges. I've never felt so seen during sex, so... treasured.

My hands explore the planes of his chest, and his muscles flex beneath my fingers as he moves within me.

“God, the things you do to me, kitten,” he murmurs, and I feel my cheeks heat. I've never been comfortable with my plus-sized figure, always feeling like I should apologize for not being the delicate waif that seems to be every man's fantasy.

As if reading my thoughts, Agafon runs his hands down my sides, gripping my hips with appreciative pressure. “These curves drive me crazy. Do you have any idea how hard it's been to keep my hands off you?”

I shake my head unconsciously, and he catches on to that. He frowns and digs his fingers deeper into my hips. “Well, they do,” he says ferociously, as though daring me to fight him on it.

I simply close my eyes and let the sensation of him wash over me. “For a while now, Lilibeth.” He continues thrusting into me, deeper and faster. “I’ve wanted to rip off your clothes and do just this.”

The image his words evoke sends a fresh flood of heat between my legs. I lift my hips to meet his thrust for thrust. “Why didn’t you?” I ask, my eyes fluttering open.

“Because I was a fool,” he curses himself, pulling out and driving back in.

“Faster,” I whisper. Usually, I’d never dream of commanding a man in bed, but from how Agafon treats me, I know he’d only appreciate it more to be told what I like.

I’m proven right when he follows my request, increasing the speed of his thrusts until the bed begins to creak beneath us.

My pleasure takes a different form of its own, now being found in not just the sensations, but also the sounds; skin against skin, my breathless moans, and his heady grunts.

I wrap my legs around his waist and prop myself slightly higher with my legs to change the angle just so he hits the spot that gets me going.

“Yes, keep like that,” I gasp, feeling the pressure building again. “Don't stop.”

His rhythm remains just as I ask.

“Agafon,” I moan out his name as my eyes find his, remain glued to his. His eyes darken, and he pounds into me just a little deeper.

The bed is now knocking against the wall with each thrust, the headboard creating a ruckus that would be embarrassing if we were back home and risked being overheard. But we aren’t, and the tension is uncoiling in my core, urgently needing release, and that’s all I have the energy to focus on.

Agafon slides a hand between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit. This, now, is simply too much.

I feel the source of my pleasure ready to burst, to travel to every vein, every nerve, everywhere.

“I’m about to cum, Lilibeth,” his voice is strained. I begin to flutter around him, and he lets out an animalistic roar. “Come around my cock.”

God, he sounds so fucking sexy when he says that.

His words push me over the edge, and my orgasm tears through me with such devastating force that I lose sight of the world around me.

It blackens, and I see actual, literal stars as my inner walls clamp down around him.

Just then, I feel his cock harden, pulse, twitch and spill into me and that brings on another wave of pleasure, spurred by the knowledge that I made him do this, I made him come undo.

I cry out his name, over and over, as we cum together.