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Everything seemed different now—no rush, no mix of emotions, no uncontrollable hunger. It wasn’t like the other times we made out. It was slow, raw, and filled with passion. We were both in control of our minds and bodies, although still being led by passion.

Every soft exhale, every twitch of our eyebrows, was soaked in unspoken craving.

My lips fell open in a breathy moan when his fingers settled on my underpants.

He pushed his tongue deeper in my mouth with carnal intent as he pulled me closer, his meaty erection sending tremors down my core.

He moved his fingers rhythmically over the fabric of my panties, up and down.

I was so fuckin’ wet for him.

My arms wrapped around him, my bosom against his broad chest. I caressed his body, then slid my hands under his shirt, feeling the ridges of his chiseled abs. My fingers undid his buttons, one at a time, my hands subtly shaking with need.

His middle finger found its way to my cunt, and the moment he pushed through my wetness, I moaned in his mouth. His buttons were undone, revealing the rigid body underneath. My hands roamed his broad torso, his skin tough beneath mine.

I broke our kiss, almost breathless, my expression one of aching surrender and rising heat.

Biting my lower lip, I took his hand, my gaze still on his as I led him across the stone balcony amidst the warm hues of the setting sun.

He followed my lead, the cool evening breeze whispering around us.

I guided him to the wide-backed chair nestled against the stone balustrade.

Without breaking eye contact, I slowly sat down, my legs parting with a silent invitation.

Again, I bit my lower lip, my expression soft and seductive.

A sly grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he sank to his knees before me.

The air was thick with tension and heat, my chest rising and falling with sheer ecstasy.

He lifted the hem of my dress, the back of his hands grazing against my skin. I braced myself, my eyes widening slightly with anticipation, my body stiffening at his reverent and hungry touch. He raised his chin, his smirk broadening as if savoring the mask of pleasure on my face.

Sergei, without a word, buried himself between my thighs.

I felt him shift my panties to the side, the tip of his tongue teasing my clit.

I closed my eyes, leaning into the chair, legs hanging on the armrests.

Sergei devoured me like a hungry man; his moves were slow but relentless as his tongue worked its magic between my legs.

My head fell back against the stone wall, my lips parting in a breathless gasp. I stretched out my hands, my fingers threading through his hair, and my hips rising to chase the rhythm. “Sergei, oh, Sergei,” I moaned softly.

He gripped my thighs, holding me in place, his mouth claiming my folds, sucking the life out of them. He tasted my nectar and wouldn’t stop eating, not even while my moans grew louder; they only seemed to accentuate his need.

I bit down on my lower lip again, this time in a failed attempt to suppress the sounds spilling from my throat.

My body shook, my chest rising and falling in uneven waves.

“Fuck,” I murmured, arching my back, my hands pressing down against his head.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, whimpering, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please….”

Sergei’s magical tongue was relentless—eating me up, sucking my juice in ways that sent waves of pleasure crashing against me.

He did this technique where his tongue remained static, his head moving up and down my entrance.

Sergei didn’t move his tongue—at least not directly; his head did all the movement.

My lips parted into a voiceless scream, my face contorted in pleasure as my legs shuddered on either side of him.

My toes curled, a delicious coil building inside me.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” I mumbled, a single vein lining my forehead as my body stiffened, anticipating my arrival.

I locked my legs around him and gripped the armrest for support.

Sergei kept eating, devouring that pussy with an intense fervency that left me yearning—in desperate need of more contact. I bucked my hips, grinding against his mouth, aiding our friction—the same one threatening to drive me insane.

“Fuck, yes!” My grip tightened on the armrest. “I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, helpless against the waves of pleasure crashing against me. “Almost there…almost there….” My voice faded away, my eyes rolled back, and my legs trembled with curling toes.

Then, I snapped, exploding like a dam.

Sergei drew that release from me like a secret, and my whole body bowed, my cry echoing into the open sky.

I’d completely forgotten that Max was somewhere around until he barked. Barked again a few times, then scurried off through the exit, wagging his tail. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment that the poor creature had to witness that. A soft chuckle escaped my lips, hands flying to my face.

Sergei raised his head and met my gaze, wiping my juice from his mouth. “Relax. The dog’s no saint.” He chuckled, licking his lips. “He’s got a sex position named after him, for crying out loud.”

I laughed lightly, my muscles relaxing as my eyes stayed pinned on my husband. “That was amazing.”

He leaned in to mirror my face, smirking. “No. You’re amazing. And you taste really good.”

His breath was warm against my face, and when he claimed my lips again, I tasted my juice on his tongue.

Sweet.

The scent of my arousal filled the air, and the more our kiss deepened, the more that hunger returned.

His hands fondled my breasts, squeezing delicately, careful and mindful of my injured rib.

In the heat of our passionate kiss, I slowly rose to my feet, my hands sliding down his pants, our heads dancing sideways, driven by desire and ecstasy.

I unbuttoned his pants, tugged down the zipper, and dipped my hand inside.

His cock was hard and veiny—a testament to how much he wanted me.

He cupped my face in his palms, his lips devouring mine like a hungry beast. My fingers grasped his waistband, and with a few tugs, his cock revealed itself.

I drew in a deep breath, breaking the kiss to have a look at the organ in my hand.

My eyes dropped, widening in astonishment as though I hadn’t seen it before.

His fingers deliciously pinched my nipples over the fabric of my dress while he held up my chin.

My expression was dark with pleasure, my eyes locked on his as I stroked his shaft and played with his clean balls.

Reaching for his lips, I kissed them again before going down on my knees in front of him.

I lifted his cock upward, leaning in to take his sac in my mouth.

Sergei groaned softly, throwing his head back in pleasure. I sucked his sac, my hand stroking the cap, his precum aiding my movement.

The wind blew across my face, carrying the sweet scent of fresh flowers as the sun dipped across the horizon. In essence, I sucked his cock until nightfall.

My tongue licked his balls, traveling up his length before swallowing his cap.

His hands reached down, pushing my head deeper into his groin.

I raised my eyes to his face, basking in the mask of pleasure etched on his features.

Encouraged by the look he wore, I pushed my head deeper, feeling his cock in cock.

I gagged, choked. But I wouldn’t break eye contact, nor would I withdraw my head.

Tears of pleasure stung my eyes, and my breath ceased for a moment. I’d never taken a cock this deep in my mouth before, and the feeling was different. I was breathless—literally—eyes teary as I looked up at him, unashamed to be nasty. No judgment. No condemnation. He loved it as much as I did.

Sergei, seeing that I could no longer take it, helped pull back my head. A loud gasp came forth, and I swallowed hard, struggling to catch my breath. A thick thread of drool hung from mouth, nasty as fuck, his cock covered in moisture.

“So hot,” he whispered, gazing down at me, his lips twisting into a mischievous grin. “You naughty little devil.” He leaned down and kissed my lips regardless of the drool.

It was a nasty kiss—dirty and nasty. But I loved every bit of it and the spark it ignited in my belly. He helped me back to my feet, our lips crashing together, triggering a primal heat that pulsed through us.

We took the show to the bedroom, kneeling on the mattress with tongues swirling our mouths, tangled in a slow, hungry kiss.

The scent of candles wafted through the air, the room bathed in their warm, soft glow.

His hands pulled me to him as I shed his shirt off and withdrew from his lips.

I kissed his neck, caressing his torso while his hands fondled my breasts.

Sergei lifted the hem of my dress, completely taking it off me. His eyes roamed over me, drinking in the sight of my naked body. “Beautiful,” he muttered, a hand on my waist.

I kissed his chest, my manicured hands exploring his body, feeling his thick skin beneath my touch.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and gently tugged it back, lifting my head.

My lips curved into a smile, my hand sliding down his pants as he gazed into my eyes before glancing at the bandage around my ribcage.

The caution and hesitation in his gaze was subtle, but I could see right through him.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice tinged with conviction. “Doesn’t hurt much anyway.”

He edged closer, kissing the nape of my neck while squeezing my breasts. I threw my head back, surrendering myself to him, my breath shallow and heavy. His hand slipped into my panties, his fingers teasing my clit.

My muscles relaxed, my heartbeat steady as I gave in to him, completely and wholly. He grabbed my ass, squeezing and spanking my butt cheeks while I melted into him, craving to have him buried deep inside me.