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“I would do anything to have a little taste of your pretty pink lips, malyshka.” He peppered kisses over my jeans as he brought his hands to my waistband.

I threw my head back and moaned, the heat from his hands hitting my thighs already making me too heady. I was losing myself to the moment, and there was no stopping now.

“Lift your hips.”

I obliged, and I appreciated that he slid my jeans off and didn’t make me get up because truthfully, I wasn’t sure I could hold myself up.

I clutched the duvet, completely exposed, as Alex knelt before me. Despite how raw and vulnerable it felt, an undeniable sense of comfort and desire washed over me.

“I-I think I’ve always wanted this.” My words mingled with soft moans as he gently spread my thighs apart.

“What is this?”

“You...” I whimpered as his mouth met the meaty flesh of my inner thigh. “I’ve always wanted your tongue on me.”

He moved his mouth farther up my thigh. “I know. I’ve waited years for this.”

His lips touched the sensitive skin between my folds, and I moaned, throwing my head back while gripping his hair for support.

“Please,” I begged. “Taste me. Touch me.” I cried softly. “Fuck.”

“If any of this ever becomes too much for you, just squeeze my arm, and I’ll stop. Your comfort is my priority,” he said gently.

I nodded, hearing him, but wanting him even more.

“I’m serious, Anastasia.” His jaw tightened, and his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that left no room for doubt. The way he used my first name sent a clear message: he needed me to understand.

“Yes. I’ll grab your arm if anything gets too intense.”

He nipped at the sides of my thick thighs. “You’re so wet for me, malyshka. Just for me.” He traced a slow, deliberate path with his tongue up my folds.

Everything about him was mine. There was no turning back now—there never was. From the moment he entered my life, we both knew it was forever.

“Remember when you asked me if pussy tasted sweet?” he murmured, gripping me firmly as he spread me open.

I lifted my feet, resting them on his shoulders, a small, breathy laugh escaping me. “Yeah, it was so long ago—when I asked about the pineapple.”

His green eyes briefly locked onto mine as he focused on my milky cunt. “Yes. I’ll bet yours is the sweetest fruit in the basket.”

He alternated between licking and flicking my clit. My toes curled. My body went slack as I fell onto the bed. My eyes rolled back to my head, and the rush of intense, burning need ran through every vein as if it was being injected inside me.

“Fuck.” This man deserved a fucking gold medal for knowing exactly how to please a woman. Every part of me was shaking with desire as he reached every crevice of my needy pussy with his mouth.

“I’ve never tasted anything this fucking good, malyshka,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “I knew you’d be everything I imagined, but this is so much more.”

He shifted, sliding his hands beneath my thighs and lifting me effortlessly from the edge of the bed.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said as he guided me backward until my back pressed against the pillows.

“Put your weight on my shoulders... That’s it.

Now grab onto the headboard,” he instructed, making sure I felt secure before his mouth found me again.

I reached up, curling my fingers around the headboard.

“Now. Fuck my face.” His voice was muffled between my thighs, and I wasn’t sure what he meant.

But I thrust my hips toward his mouth, and the growl he emitted was the only clue that this was what he meant by fucking his face.

He gripped my ass tightly as I ground against his mouth, losing myself in the sensation of his skin against mine. With my ex, I was always embarrassed because I could never get wet, but now I realized it wasn’t a me problem. I was dripping as Alex eagerly devoured me.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, trying to hold back. I’d only ever climaxed with a vibrator, so I had no idea what it would feel like between someone’s lips. “Fuck,” I cried as I clenched around him.

He gripped me harder, and stars exploded in my vision. My body collapsed against the headboard as Alex’s tongue gave one last sweep.

Holy. Shit.

That was better than I’d ever expected. I was decimated in the best way possible.

I lay there for a moment, soaking in the silence as he moved closer to me.

“Open your mouth, malyshka,” he whispered, his voice soft and smooth, a stark contrast to the commanding tone he used earlier.

I obeyed, parting my lips slightly without a word.

His lips met mine, his mouth enveloping me as he drew me into a deep kiss. When he pulled away, he growled, “I want that taste on my lips every night, Anastasia.”

I giggled. “Why? It can’t be that satisfying for you.” I gestured to his cock straining against his pants.

“No. Watching you come undone beneath my lips was better than any sex I’ve ever had.”

I adjusted so I was on my elbows. “But what if we have sex?”

The corners of his lips pulled into a smirk. “Then maybe that may beat you coming in my mouth.”

“Wanna test that theory?”

“Absolutely.”

I jumped to my knees and pulled up my shirt, embarrassed that I was still wearing my work polo. I lifted it off, and he groaned.

“Fuck me. I shouldn’t be looking.” He propped himself up so he was sitting against the pillows.

He looked like a king on his throne, ready to feast on his consort.

“Why?” I giggled as he pulled me against his chest, removing my bra with one hand.

“Because you’re my religion, malyshka,” he whispered, his lips just a breath away from mine. “I have to worship at your altar. It’s like being in the presence of a living goddess.”

I laughed and placed my hand on his rock-hard chest.

“Damn,” I murmured, the word slipping out before I could stop it. I quickly covered my mouth, surprised by my own reaction.

“All you have to do is ask if you want a seat with a view,” he said, pulling off his shirt.

I couldn’t stop my gasp, my jaw dropping at the sight of his perfectly chiseled body.

In an instant, he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto his lap. If I shifted just slightly, I could feel the hard outline of his cock against my ass.

“Don’t.” Alex warned me, his voice low and growly.

“Don’t what?” I asked, repeating the movement. “This?” I teased, doing it again.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“Take off your pants,” I all but demanded, and he shuffled out of them while keeping me on his lap.

He hovered his hands over my breasts. “Can I?” he asked, and I nodded, emotion surging through my heart.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he rolled my nipples between his forefinger and thumb.

“More than okay,” I closed my eyes and did the same hip-thrusting motion, but this time I was met with the girth of his cock. I whipped around to look at it and practically jumped off his lap. “No,” I screeched. “No. No. No. There is no way that... thing... is going to fit inside me.”

He huffed a laugh. “Malyshka. You’re really giving me a complex tonight.”

“No, I’m being serious. I know I said I wanted to explore things, but that thing is a goddamned monster.”

“A monster?” Alex made a shocked face, and I playfully slapped him across his arms.

“It’s just so big.”

“You’re ready for me, Anastasia. You’re so wet from earlier, and we can go at whatever pace you need to.”

I hesitated for a second. “I haven’t been with anyone since... him, but you... Are you...?” I felt so uncomfortable even asking.

“Have I been tested?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Yes. We get checked by the doctor at the start and end of every season. I—” He coughed. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom either. You... you’d be my first.”

I cupped his cheeks and leaned in, pressing my lips to his.

“Your first,” I repeated, not as a question, but as a statement.

The significance hung heavily between us because he was my first in everything, and sharing this moment with him was profound.

He stared at me with such adoration. He wanted me—all of me and in whatever way that meant. I’d never wanted something more in my entire life. I wanted to taste, touch, fuck him. I wanted to claim him as mine, show him I would never leave.

I lifted my hips and gently scooted back so I was hovering over his cock.

“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”

I was ready—so fucking ready to feel him inside my pussy, to drench his cock with the sweetness he loved. I wanted to show him how much I yearned for him even after all these years.

Better yet, I wanted to show myself that I could do this. This was what it felt like to really be loved, to feel cherished by someone who wanted you in every carnal way.

“No.” I whimpered. “I want you so badly it aches.”

“You can do this, malyshka. You are in control,” he crooned and looked at his throbbing cock. “I’m not going to move until you want me to. I want you to make the move first, Anastasia.”

Tears prickled the corners of my eyes. He was giving me that power and control I never got before. I lifted my hips and gently slid onto him, letting his girth stretch me in ways I never knew possible.

I gradually lowered myself onto his length, his hands guiding my hips. I knew he’d let me slide off if it became too much, but the delicious pressure of him filling me made me want to keep going.

“You’ve got this.” He encouraged me. “You’re taking me so well.”

I closed my eyes, letting his touch wash over me like a warm blanket. His hands gripped me tighter, sending a shiver down my spine.

He stilled, and my eyes snapped open, meeting his hooded green gaze. He was waiting, needing my permission. I gave him a small, eager nod, silently giving him the go-ahead.

“I’m fucking obsessed,” he groaned, and with one final thrust, he sank deep inside me, hitting every sensitive spot.

“Yes,” I cried out, my body responding instantly as I rocked up and down his cock, coating him with my slick heat.

“Malyshka.” He gripped my hips, guiding me in a synchronized rhythm as I bounced up and down until my thighs shook.

“I—I need to get...” I couldn’t finish the sentence before he seized my waist.

“Are you okay?” he asked hurriedly. “Did I hurt you? Is this too much?”

I shook my head, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I’m okay. I promise. My knees were aching.”

He let out a sigh of relief as he trailed small kisses down my neck.

“Utter fucking perfection,” he moaned.

I wasn’t going to last long. Between his breathless words full of wanton yearning and his body molding to mine so perfectly, it was as if we were always meant to be. I was a goner.

“Alex,” I cried.

He brought his hands to my bouncing breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The piercing ache burned inside me, adding to the build-up churning inside my lower belly.

“What do you need, malyshka?” he demanded, fucking me deeper. He caressed my clit, alternating between flicking and rubbing the sensitive spot.

Stars formed behind my eyelids as I sank farther into the abyss of pleasure.

“I need you,” I mewled. “I need you, Alex. It’s always been you.”

With a final thrust, he spilled inside me. We both breathed heavily as he collapsed against the headboard, still holding me tightly in his arms.

“I—” I didn’t know what I was trying to say. “That was everything I could have ever asked for or needed, Alex,” I finally said softly.

“Me too, malyshka,” he whispered, holding me close as if afraid I might slip away if he let go.

His embrace was so tight, it felt like he was trying to fuse our bodies together, ensuring I felt safe and cherished.

For a long moment, we lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against mine, the warmth of his breath against my hair. It was a moment of connection.

With a gentle but firm grip, he lifted me and brought me into the shower, the soft light casting a warm glow on the cool tiles. His movements were tender, and as he set me down, his hands never left my body.

He carefully cleaned me up, his touch gentle and soothing. The warmth of the water and the tenderness of his actions made me feel treasured in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Each movement was a silent promise that he was here for me, that he would take care of me.

When he was done, he wrapped me in a soft towel, lifting me again with ease and carrying me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, the sheets cool and inviting against my skin. He climbed in beside me, curling his chest to my back and pulling me in tightly, enveloping me in his warmth.

The weight of his words—“Me too, malyshka.”—echoed in my mind, their meaning so profound that I knew there would be no going back. It was a declaration, a promise that he was in this with me, for the long haul.

With him wrapped around me, the world outside faded away. His arms were a fortress, a safe haven from all the pain and uncertainty that had plagued my life. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythm of his breathing lulling me into a sense of peace I couldn’t remember feeling.

For a while, we lay there in silence, the comfort of his presence speaking volumes. He stroked my hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my scalp. It was a gesture of love, of reassurance, and it made my heart swell with emotions.

“Alex,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Thank you.”

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The sincerity in his voice, the conviction in his words, made my heart ache with gratitude. I nestled closer to him, letting his warmth envelop me, letting his love wash over me.

“Me either,” I whispered back.