“Emin,” she said and he turned to her, his eyes instantly darkening as he saw her there, sparkling wet from the shower, her hair in a deep red slick down her back. “Something happened to me just now.”
“What?” he asked, raising up on one elbow, his face drawn in concern. “You are okay, kvietka?”
His concern for her had something blooming in her chest. She took a step toward him. She had never been more sure of her answer in her life. “Yes. I’m okay. I’m so good.”
She knelt next to him on the floor.
“I found something. Inside myself,” she said and she came up on her knees, spreading them slightly. Emin’s breath came out choppy as his eyes fell to her pussy. “It made me feel so good. And just got better and better. But I wanted to be with you, next to you. Kissing you, when I felt it end.”
He wasn’t breathing. But he wasn’t stopping her and Glory took that as a good sign. After a month of kissing with no relief, she had the feeling she was about to feel a lot better in a minute.
She drew her hand to herself the way she had in the shower. One of her fingers traced over the tight bud of pleasure that, until today, had been hidden between her legs. The feeling was so ripe, so intense, so potent, that her eyes immediately slid closed. Her lips parted and her hips bucked forward into her hand.
Emin’s life was over. He would never be the same and he didn’t give a fuck. Goodbye, old Emin Malashovik. Step into the new world. He’d done it once, with his family. Shed his old life and walked straight into the frontiers of a new one. They’d left Belarus behind and started over here. But Emin was walking into this life alone. Well, not alone. Because he was taking Glory with him if it was the last fucking thing he could ever do. Glory was his. He was certain of this now.
He watched as her finger disappeared inside her pink little pussy and he finally opened the cage on his heart. Go, Emin. Don’t look back. This is the only future for you.
And so he did. He batted Glory’s hand away from herself and her eyes came open immediately.
“Stop, pause, slow down,” he growled to her, his eyes demanding her acquiescence.
“Stop, pause, slow down,” she repeated, an excited fire coming into her eyes.
“Emin,” he growled.
“Emin,” she repeated, understanding that he was giving her a list of words she was allowed to say.
“More. Please. Yes,” he growled, his accent getting thicker as the air between them trembled.
Her voice trembled, too. “More. Please. Yes.”
“Do not stop. Never stop. Give me everything.”
She licked her lips, gathered her breath and her courage and repeated after him. “Don’t stop. Never stop. Give me everything. Emin. Please.”
She opened her lips, expecting his kiss there, but she didn’t get it. He was laying back on the ground, face up, and hauling her over him. He planted her pussy right on his face, holding her hips so hard he might bruise her. Glory gave a squeak of shocked surprise but she couldn’t feel anything but swamped with pleasure as his tongue met with her newly discovered place.
He laved her with his tongue, scraped and sucked and suckled. Glory hadn’t known it was possible to be blind with her eyes open. But there she was, straddling his face and seeing absolutely nothing. Only bright, starry colors as they whipped and whirled across her vision.
Her body was tightening and it made her move her hips. She gripped the air, her own hair, as she rode his face, his tongue pressing and swirling inside her. She’d never known a feeling like this. Her breath came out in violent bursts as she gasped for air. Begged for it. Her system was screaming, in hyperdrive, racing like a mountain waterfall.
“I need- I need-”
“Tell me,” he growled against her. “Tell me what you need, kvietka.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been talking out loud. “I don’t know. Oh god, Emin. What’s happening? Oh. What are you doing to- OH!” Glory found that there was no more room for questions as she threw her head back and screamed. Something had snapped and spread and grew inside her all at once. It was like watching a flower bloom in high speed. Like a sunrise. Like the first gulp of air after you’d been under water too long. But times a million. It felt so good it hurt. It hurt like the most delicious, pounding pleasure she’d ever felt in her life. Her heart was in her pussy. Her entire body beat and pressed and rejoiced in that one perfect place where his tongue met her body.
Glory collapsed backward, tremors working their way over her body. “I didn’t know,” she muttered, one hand coming up to brush her hair out of her eyes. “I didn’t know.”