Zara desperately gripped Nikolai's head with both hands, stroking through his thick hair. She blew hot air into his mouth before suddenly grabbing his face. The way he flexibly curled his tongue made her womb throb with an intense heat.
A memory suddenly surfaced in her mind, him with another woman.
The gentle heat fused with frustration knotting in her chest. Her pulse raced thinking about his beast-like grunts and how she squealed, begging for more in bliss, every instinct screaming for equality.
She pounced on him, closing the space between them, clamping his cheeks, then roughly sucking his long tongue. Her lips tightened, pulling the soft meat into her mouth. The rough, passionate kiss created syrupy strings that glued to her lips, creating a bridge when she pulled back with a wet pop.
Zara wiped her lips with her small pink tongue, lapping up his spit with a coquettish flick, and with a soft hum, she glanced up at him, slurping the threads with an alluring sound.
