Page 173 of Sexting the Pakhan

I keep licking her through it. Enough to make her knees weak and her thighs tremble and her mouth fall open in disbelief at how good it feels.

Only when she starts trying weakly to push at my head do I ease off.

I kiss the inside of her thigh once, then look up. She’s staring down at me like she wants to hit me and pull me back between her legs at the same time.

Her chest rises and falls quickly. A strand of hair sticks to her cheek.

I slide my fingers slowly out of her pussy and watch her shiver.

Then I put those fingers in my mouth.

Her eyes close for one second. When they open again, they’re darker.

“Still want me to stop?” I ask.

She laughs once, breathless and wrecked. “You are so full of yourself.”

“Answer.”

Her gaze drops to my mouth.

Then lower.

The hunger in her face is answer enough, but I wait anyway.

Finally, she says, softly and with no room left for pretending, “No.”

23

ZOYA

I’m not done.

That’s the first clear thought in my head after the orgasm he just pulled out of me with his mouth.

My legs are still weak. My pussy still pulses. My clit feels swollen and too sensitive and not nearly satisfied enough, which is unfair, because he just made me come so hard I had to grip the table to stay upright.

Still, I’m not done.

He’s on his knees in front of me, his mouth wet, his eyes dark, his hand still firm on my thigh. He asks, “Still want me to stop?”

And all I can think is that I have spent too many years stopping myself.

Stopping my hands.

Stopping the thought halfway through.

Stopping desire before it turned into anything I would have to feel too clearly in the morning.

I have been a mother first for so long that want became something private and hurried. A locked-bathroom thing. A late-night under-the-blanket thing. A phone-glow thing. A make-it-fast-before-the-girls-wake thing.

What I want now is not quick.

So I put one hand on his shoulder and push lightly. “Get up.”

His mouth curves, just a little.

He does, slower than he normally would because of the leg. I can see him managing the pain, trying not to show it, and that should cool me down.