He took his time. Long, hungry licks. Swirling suction on her clit. Fingers curling and scissoring inside her until her juices ran down his wrist.
Every moan she gave him, every roll of her hips, every tightening of her fingers in his hair only made him harder. His cock was leaking steadily now, a damp spot forming on the front of his trousers.
When her orgasm built, it came slow and deep. Her thighs started to shake. Her breathing broke into desperate little whimpers.
"Aristarkh… I'm… oh gods, I'm going to…"
"Come for me," he growled against her clit, sucking harder, fingers pumping faster. "Let me taste it."
She shattered with a long, broken cry.
Her pussy clamped down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, flooding his mouth with fresh, sweet wetness. Her whole body trembled as the pleasure rolled through her, breasts bouncing, back arched, crimson eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
