Right now, in this very moment, all of those thoughts seemed to slip away into nothing as he continued to slowly tour her hot, aching skin with his hungry mouth and his large, powerful hands. Reaching up, he unpinned her hair, letting it fall across her bare shoulders as he ravaged her neck, gently kissing and biting it all over. She felt as if she might burst, might just explode right there without him every having touched her anywhere else.
As if to read her mind, like he sensed the deep ache in her core, his hand slid downward. She gasped as his fingers made contact with her soaked folds, massaging them as his head dipped down toward her breast, continuing to bite and kiss across them until coming to rest on her aching nipples. He suckled at them, almost in perfect timing with the slow back and forth explorations of his fingers along her dripping center.
“You’re like a puddle,” he breathed against her skin.
“I feel more like a river,” she managed in somewhat broken gasps.
“Not yet. We’re only getting started,” he told her, pulling his hand free from her wetness and licking them slowly clean as she watched with rapt attention.
His eyes were dark with desire as he looked back at her, finally lifting her off her feet and laying her across the edge of the bed. She watched as he stood there, slowly undressing before her while she watched, her clit aching to be touched again. He was impressive, lean and muscular, unmarked by any significant scars. His skin was smooth and tanned and he certainly wasn’t lacking when it came to what was his most important appendage to her at this very moment.
It wasn’t difficult to see that he was as turned on as she was if the size of his erection was an indication of his overall level of desire. Rather than getting right to things, though, he had apparently not finished with the foreplay portion of the program. Pushing her legs apart, he lowered himself, placing his hands beneath her ass cheeks and pulling her toward his mouth. At first, he just teased her, lapping slowly at her clit so softly that she thought she might lose her mind. Her hips bucked forward, demanding more, but he refused, continuing to torment her with only the softest laps back and forth across her rock hard nub.
“You’re delicious,” he moaned against her throbbing clit, the vibrations of his voice only driving her madder with desire.
“Please, you’re driving me insane,” she begged.
“Good,” was his only reply before continuing to flick his tongue lazily back and forth, his frequency slowly increasing until she was digging her nails into the bed on either side, trying to withstand the sweet torture she felt.
His tongue slipped forward, darting inside of her, drinking from her well as he took more and more of her swollen pussy into his mouth. She moaned and writhed on the bed, hardly able to hold back and then she was sailing over the edge, her hips shooting forward as her entire body shattered and bucked in ecstasy.
It was just the beginning, as Yakov seemed to become only more enthusiastic with his endeavors at bringing her to climax after climax. He was playing her body like an instrument tuned specifically for him to play and the music was so very sweet.
Her body shook with the force of yet another orgasm, a stream of moans and unintelligible half accolades half whimpers resonating about the room. They were barely getting started and she already felt exhausted from the powerful explosions that had racked through her body.
Just when she thought she had nothing left to give, he pulled away, positioning himself between her legs. He wiped his mouth, wet with her juices with the back of his hand and reached for her legs, pulling her even closer to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he slid his cock into her, just an inch or so at first, still teasing her. Even that much felt amazing, his impressive girth pushing her apart, opening her up to him.
She watched his face as an expression of extreme pleasure came over it. He was watching himself entered her, wriggling his hips as if to dig further and further into her center until he was fully rooted in her slickened tunnel. She let out a grunt as he became fully engaged, his heavy cock filling her to the brim, splitting her down the center in a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.
Their combined grunts and groans seemed to come together in a sexual symphony, rising and falling until it reached a crescendo and neared completion. His body rocked powerfully back and forth, his abs dotted with tiny beads of sweat at first, now beginning to become heavy with perspiration as his fingers dug into her legs almost involuntarily as he lost control of any senses other than his body’s back and forth motion toward its goal of satisfaction.