Highly Strung (Food Of Love 1)
“It’s about what you want now,” he said, bending and kissing her clit, folding his tongue over it in the process.
She shivered and tried to clamp her legs shut, but the position of his head prevented her.
“I want to make you come,” she said. “Like you’ve done for me.”
“I’d love to fuck you, milácku, but I think it would hurt now…”
“No, I mean…” She tried to sit up, but he stopped her with a hand on her stomach.
“When you’ve come three times, we’ll talk about this.”
“But Milan,” she wailed, her clit throbbing and unbearably ticklish.
“I want you to know what I can do to you. And this is only the start.”
She lay back down. In for a penny, she thought. Then, ohhhhwooooowarrrrrrgh.
Afterwards, Milan let her wrap her grateful lips around his cock and suck him until he gave his essences to her, thrashing and moaning, finally in her power. Lydia adored the knowledge that she had reduced this emblem of arrogance and potency to this shivering, mewling mess just with a few flicks of her tongue. She revelled in the act, trying to spin it out until her cheek muscles surrendered and she pumped him to his final crisis.
“Do you like to give head?” Milan asked sleepily, cradling her afterwards. “Some girls don’t.”
“I like what it does to you. I like the power.”
Milan chuckled.
“So do I. This could be interesting.”
Lydia paused, not sure she wanted to mention the wilder shores of Milan’s sex life in this intimate moment of coupledom, but too curious to resist.
“Does Evgeny like it too?”
“Evgeny? What about him?”
“Does he like power?”
“No, Evgeny does not like power, except as a receiver.”
“And does he give good…y’know…”
“Head? Yeah. He does. Why are you so interested in Evgeny suddenly?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? If you want us to work as a threesome.”
“Tchah, Lydia, it’s just sex. You don’t have to fall in love with him. You barely have to know him.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes and no.”
“Do you love anyone?”
Milan sighed.
“Not in the way you mean, probably.”
Lydia looked away, then glanced up at herself in the mirror. This will never go anywhere. I should leave. But Milan looked so sad, so defeated. He missed having love in his life. He wanted it.
“Have you ever loved anyone?”