"Show me, then," Nikolai says, a glint in his eye at the challenge. "Show me just how much I can like it and how long it will take me to lose control. I'm eager to see how well you do."
Natalia has been a quick study in the short while they've been together and when he rolls over onto his back, he knows his challenge is going to end in utter failure for him. He knows that she will have him desperate far too quickly and that it's a challenge he'll be happy to lose.
More than willing to accept such a challenge - especially when she knew she'd win - the small Princess grinned like a devil before immediately wiggling about to lean over her beloved's thick thighs, messy red curls feathering over Nikolai's groin as her head lowered and her slick, wet lips enveloped his eager cock. She sucked him deep, moaning hotly as the head reached the back of her throat, and her tongue licked and laved as she lifted and lowered her head, greedily slurping at the thick, delicious length.
She couldn't hold him that deep for very long, but her small clever fingers plumped what she couldn't keep in her mouth, and Natalia whimpered and whined, pausing only briefly to gasp for quick breaths here and there. Still sucking and slurping, teenage enthusiasm serving her well, the birthday girl shimmied astride her lover's wide chest, resting her knees against his shoulders and offering her parted thighs and hot, wet folds for his own mouth, the blue silk rucked up around her small waist.
This is something Nikolai hasn't done before and while he's no innocent, it's still something that shocks him considering Natalia had initiated it. He's going to lose the bet, though, and he knows that as soon as he feels his mouth on her. It's so hot and wet and she's gotten good at this since they've been having sex.
He reaches his hands up to grasp her hips and pulls her down against his face, tongue twisting and sliding through hot, wet folds, and hopes he can pull some of those delicious noises out of her the way she's doing it to him. He murmurs against her thigh in Russian, just nonsense, and keeps her tight to him so she can't move away.
The first touch of that sinful tongue made her squeal, though the sound was muffled with his shaft deep between her lips. It evolved to a low, wanton moan, however, and the little princess spread her thighs wider, inviting more of that wicked, wicked tongue. It was a little difficult, however, trying to focus on her own work with her Nikolai playing such havoc between her legs, and Natalia lifted her head after long moment to gasp for a bit of breath.
But her clever little fingers never neglected their prize, sliding up and down her lover's slick, thick cock, and she squeezed time and again, wanting to feel him twitch beneath her and to hear him moan, those low, guttural noises that always made her loins clench tight.
Giving her head a naughty toss, she sent red curls tumbling over her silk-clad back, and rolled her hips in Nikolai's mismatched hands, sinful and enticing. "...more, moya zvezda," was her throaty command, instinctively trying to ride his tongue, biting at her lower lip to keep from being too loud.
It's hard to give her the more that she craves when her mouth on his cock is so distracting. She swallows him deep and works her hand against him and Nikolai is lost, left only to moan against her and use his hands to grip her ass and pull her firmer against his face.
It's different like this, yes, but he can still drag his tongue against soaked folds before swirling it around her clit in a slow tease. He slides it into her and against her and moves every way he can think of while trying to keep his wits about him. Her mouth does something particularly clever and he gasps, turning his head to murmur against her thigh.
Slim thighs were already trembling on either side of Nikolai's head, the machinations of that wicked, wicked tongue nearly driving away what was left of her precious sanity. Natalia bit off another wanton squeal when she felt that tongue penetrate, and her body instantly responded, squeezing and begging the only way it knew how. Lithe hips rolled in Nikolai's mismatched hands, the small princess heartbeats away from another volatile climax.
But she wasn't idle. Determined to pleasure her sweet, sweet lover - and win that hastily-thought-out bet, Natalia forced herself to focus on the stiffly aching cock so eager for her attention. She loved sucking him like this, driving him out of his head using only her mouth. Which was why she moaned, lapped, and laved around the rigid flesh, relaxing her jaw to take him as far as she could into her throat, not enough to choke, but only just. She'd also learned that hollowing her cheeks as she lifted her head, slowly, was another way to make him shake, and she did so, over and over again.
She didn't reply, but the low, wanton moan that slithered up from between his thighs was answer enough.
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Natalia has been a quick study in the short while they've been together and when he rolls over onto his back, he knows his challenge is going to end in utter failure for him. He knows that she will have him desperate far too quickly and that it's a challenge he'll be happy to lose.
"Show me."
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She couldn't hold him that deep for very long, but her small clever fingers plumped what she couldn't keep in her mouth, and Natalia whimpered and whined, pausing only briefly to gasp for quick breaths here and there. Still sucking and slurping, teenage enthusiasm serving her well, the birthday girl shimmied astride her lover's wide chest, resting her knees against his shoulders and offering her parted thighs and hot, wet folds for his own mouth, the blue silk rucked up around her small waist.
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He reaches his hands up to grasp her hips and pulls her down against his face, tongue twisting and sliding through hot, wet folds, and hopes he can pull some of those delicious noises out of her the way she's doing it to him. He murmurs against her thigh in Russian, just nonsense, and keeps her tight to him so she can't move away.
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But her clever little fingers never neglected their prize, sliding up and down her lover's slick, thick cock, and she squeezed time and again, wanting to feel him twitch beneath her and to hear him moan, those low, guttural noises that always made her loins clench tight.
Giving her head a naughty toss, she sent red curls tumbling over her silk-clad back, and rolled her hips in Nikolai's mismatched hands, sinful and enticing. "...more, moya zvezda," was her throaty command, instinctively trying to ride his tongue, biting at her lower lip to keep from being too loud.
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It's different like this, yes, but he can still drag his tongue against soaked folds before swirling it around her clit in a slow tease. He slides it into her and against her and moves every way he can think of while trying to keep his wits about him. Her mouth does something particularly clever and he gasps, turning his head to murmur against her thigh.
"Printessa, you're killing me."
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But she wasn't idle. Determined to pleasure her sweet, sweet lover - and win that hastily-thought-out bet, Natalia forced herself to focus on the stiffly aching cock so eager for her attention. She loved sucking him like this, driving him out of his head using only her mouth. Which was why she moaned, lapped, and laved around the rigid flesh, relaxing her jaw to take him as far as she could into her throat, not enough to choke, but only just. She'd also learned that hollowing her cheeks as she lifted her head, slowly, was another way to make him shake, and she did so, over and over again.
She didn't reply, but the low, wanton moan that slithered up from between his thighs was answer enough.