Sergei by Roxie Rivera Read Free Book Online

without a single condom available, but soon I hoped.
    Careful . A small voice in my head warned me not to start making plans too far into the future with him. I had already decided to have him tonight but I couldn't—wouldn't—let myself think of having him any other night. This had to a one-time thing, a momentary indulgence, and nothing more.
    Caressing me, Sergei worked his way down my body. He suckled my breast, pulling my nipple between his lips and laving it with his tongue. He released my flesh with a noisy pop before biting down gently and making me yelp at the quicksilver flash that pierced me. Soothing the tiny hurt with his tongue, he tweaked my other nipple, and I moaned at the wicked sensations rocking me.
    Eyes closed, I ran my hands over his muscled shoulders and upper arms while he licked and nibbled me. No man had ever awakened these kinds of feelings within me. I felt so alive, the electric currents of arousal and desire vacillating through me. He touched me as if I were some incredibly precious thing. His fingers glided over my body and paused to enjoy interesting spots he discovered, the places that made me sigh and rock my hips.
    When he slid to the floor next to the bed, I knew the moment he had earlier described to me had finally arrived. I struggled to drag a full breath into my lungs. Clutching my waste, Sergei dragged me right down to the edge of the mattress. He clasped my ankles and placed my feet into the position he wanted, spreading my legs wide open and swiping his palms up and down my inner thighs.
    "Bianca." He breathed my name with a touch of awe and ran his thumb along the seam of my pussy. Showing me how gentle he could be, Sergei carefully parted my labia with those long, thick fingers so he could gaze upon the dewy center of me. He growled something in Russian that sounded suspiciously naughty, but I didn't have the courage to ask him to translate. He ran his fingers through my slick folds and held them up to show me the glistening evidence of my arousal. "Look at how wet you are for me, baby."
    The low, rumbling way he pronounced baby made my pussy clench. Lightheaded, I shivered with anticipation as his dark head lowered toward that secret part of me. I didn't know what to expect but I had a feeling Sergei wasn't going to show me a few half-hearted flicks of his tongue before abandoning me to resentment and frustration.
    He licked me right from the soaking entrance toward my throbbing clit and repeated the motion twice more. Drawing a moan from my throat, he fluttered his tongue over my clitoris. I gripped the covers under me and reveled in the wondrous way he explored my pussy. With leisurely licks, he painted me with the tip of his tongue and gave me time to acclimate to his intimate touch.
    By slow degrees, he increased the tempo of his fluttering and flicking. He zeroed in on the rhythm and pressure that drove me wild. Running his hands along my sides, Sergei used that incredibly talented mouth of his to push me right over the edge. The intense, deliberate circles he drew around my clit made me dig my toes into the mattress.
    When those first shuddery bursts started to rock my core, I clapped my hand over my mouth to stifle the loud cry I feared would soon erupt. Without missing a beat, Sergei reached up and tugged my hand away from my mouth. Our gazes clashed as he ate my pussy—and I came apart right in front of him
    "Sergei!"
    He groaned hungrily, the noise so excited, and began to feast on my pulsing flesh. As he attacked my pussy with that skillful tongue, I rolled my hips and rode the wondrous waves of my orgasm. The joyful explosions rocked me, making me shout his name again and again.
    Shaking and breathing hard, I tried to come down from the euphoric high he'd induced, but Sergei wasn't done with me. Using his fingers, he parted the slick lips of my pussy and exposed my clit, drawing it out from beneath the hood to tease the super-sensitive bud with his tongue. I cried