“Just different.”

He yawned. “Miláçku,” he said, holding her closer. They drowsed for a while, then he said, “I wonder if that is true for you.”

“What?”

“Do you taste different? I will see.”

He raised his head from the pillow, smiling wickedly, and pressed his lips to Lydia’s before kissing a trail downwards along her throat, along her collarbone, through the valley of her breasts, over her belly, arriving finally at her pubic triangle. He buried his nose in the smudgy scattering of hairs, inhaling her, then crouched between her knees and lowered his lips to her labia. Hot breath worked magically on them, puffing them up, expanding her clit until it felt heavy and wanton. There was no disguise for her desire—he would see it all.

She saw the focus in his eyes and her stomach flipped. She relaxed her neck, letting her head sink back into the pillows. Nothing mattered except the sensation. His thumbs parted her pussy lips, rubbing the flesh in little circles, freeing her clit so it was exposed, on full display. Then she felt his lips descend, capturing the bud of flesh in a lavish kiss while his tongue swirled around and across it.

Her buttocks quivered and she tried to push them into the mattress, but Milan had a firm hold of her thighs and his tongue was in control. She could not prevent its roving wherever Milan wanted it to, and why would she, when Milan knew his territory so well? He started delicately, his tongue almost whispering over her most intimate areas, darting into the folds, zigzagging over her fattened clit. Once she was squirming and gasping for more, he drew back for a torturous moment, laughed at her discomfort, then dived back in with lusty greed. This time he feasted on Lydia’s sex, his tongue hard and his mouth wet. He growled against her flesh, making it buzz so she convulsed with pleasure. Two of his fingers then a third circled and filled her cunt while her clit was stimulated without mercy. She began to lose her moorings, drifting away from the bed and into a whirl of sensation centred on her pussy. She knew he would not be content until he had made her lose her mind.

He laughed and sucked her clit when she came—hard, the first time—then he carried on as if he hadn’t heard her orgasmic cries, working her poor, suffering sex until she came again, even stronger. The sheets tangled beneath her, damp with her sweat, but Milan wouldn’t let up.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He took pity on her, kneeling up and looking down in triumph.

“Please? You have a problem?”

“I can’t take any more. Oh, God.”

“You don’t want my tongue anymore?”

“It’s killing me.”

He turned his gaze from her face to his cock, which had grown hard again during the epic bout of oral sex.

“What about my cock? That will kill you also?”

“Maybe. But it’s as good a way to go as any.”

“That is a complicated sentence. Does it mean we can fuck?”

“Yeah. It means we can fuck.”

“Good. And, by the way, you taste no different. Sweet and juicy, like always.”

He arched his spine, resting on his elbows above Lydia’s sapped body.

“I take it easy,” he said. He kissed her forehead, then smiled crookedly. “You are looking a little tired.”

“I’m not used to it anymore,” she said, running her knuckles along his lips. He kissed them, too.

“Let’s take it slow and hold on to each other. I just want to be inside you again.”

“I’ve dreamt of this.”

“Me too. Hush now.”

Milan fastened his lips to hers, precluding any more speech, then slid his cock easily into the passage that had been well prepared by his fingers.

Lydia wrapped her arms around his chest, clasping her fingers behind his back. Oh, it felt so good to have him inside her again. He was just wide enough to make her feel the stretch, just long enough to fill her completely.

She belonged to him and that was all there was to it.

They stayed like that for a while, just reacquainting with the sense of connection, letting flesh adjust to flesh, skin cover skin, kissing their way through the wonder.

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