Scarlett

It had been a week of pure, delicious torment.

Every night — sometimes during the day when we could steal moments — Viktor and I were all over each other. His mouth on my pussy, my lips wrapped around his thick cock, his fingers buried deep inside me while he whispered filthy things that made me shake. He ate me out like he was starving, and I sucked him until his groans turned into desperate, broken moans. We explored each other with hands and tongues, learning every sensitive spot, every way to make the other lose control.

But we still hadn’t had penetrative sex.

And strangely, it had also...