Chapter Twelve:

“Detka....mmmm....yes, yes I want you!” She hit a particularly sensitive area near my hood and concentrated on it almost exclusively. I desperately tried to maneuver my body away from her deliciously torturous licking, but she gave me no such chance. Tightening her grip on my thighs, her voice was muffled as she increased the pressure of her strokes. I screamed with blind pleasure.

“Am I on your spot? That's just too bad, detka. I won’t stop until you cum like a fountain.”

"NoooOOOOOO f-fuck Vasha, not there. P-please lick somewhere else!" I begged, feeling the orgasm building up rapidly. Vasha giggled affectionately in between those loooong licks, every once in a while kissing and nuzzling my hard little nub with the tip of her nose. My toes spread and curled as my pussy pulsated, and I became hotter and hotter until-

"Are you ready to cum, lyubov?" Vasha pretended to be clueless about how crazy she was driving me, and with one last final lick sent me into the abyss of ultimate pleasure.

"VAAAAASHA ahhhhOOOOOO MMMMMmmmmmmm..."

I suddenly exploded all over her face as I shook and shrieked with reckless abandon. My legs felt like jello when she finally released them. I stared up at her as she lazily licked her fingers, gazing at me with a insatiable appetite for our sex. Now, it was her turn and I was happy to oblige.

"So sweet..." She couldn't get enough of me and emphasized that by continuing to lick every last drop of my cum from her hands.

“Mmmm....I wonder how YOU taste.” I pulled her down, and rolled over so I was lying on top of her heaving tummy. Pinning her arms above her head to showcase my dominance. Her green eyes widened with uncertainty, and she swallowed hard.

“I don’t know...nobody has ever touched me there...in any way. At least not with my consent.”

I released my grip and opted to lay next to her instead. Tracing my fingers lightly across her left arm...she had so many beauty marks. I wanted to find and kiss every single one.

“Do you want me to taste you?” I was asking her permission. She watched my fingers dance across her skin and nodded, drawing a shaky breath.

“I’ll be gentle.” I promised, kissing her stomach, her thighs. She giggled and squirmed, but slowly opened her legs for me.

“You really are ticklish, aren’t you?” I thought it was cute, and emphasized it by reaching over and wiggling my fingers along the toes of her left foot. She broke out into childish laughter and pulled me down to grope at my ribs. I couldn’t remember the last time I had fun with anyone like that. As much as I hated losing, it was getting hard to breathe and this wasn’t the way I wanted to go out.

“Okahahahahahay! Heheheheehe you win, you win! No more.” I begged, and she eventually stopped tickling to bite my neck hungrily.

“I win, huh? What will be my prize?” She asked innocently, her breath hot in my ear.

“Lay down and I’ll show you.” I panted, shoving her backwards. She didn’t even try to fight, readjusting herself into a more comfortable position. With her palms against the wall, she watched me part her legs. I could smell her excitement, and it made my mouth water. I never wanted women with this much intensity, but I had to have Vasha. From the inside out.

“Francine...” she never used my name, but I loved how it sounded. Needy, submissive even. I smiled to myself, and plunged my tongue deep into those delicate folds in front of me. She gasped softly, sighing as I flexed my tongue. Searching for all my lover's hot spots.

"Detkaaaaaa....oooh, yes...right there...there! Ahhhhhh...." Her moans and breathless sighs encouraged me to keep going, and I relished in her sweet honey pot until she suddenly clamped her legs around my back and screamed, hot juices pouring from her throbbing mound. I kept eating, enjoying myself until Vasha's thighs trembled violently and she pleaded with me in a breathless, almost incoherent voice to stop. I gave her a break, kissing lightly from thigh to ankles as she panted and swooned.

“All better, detka?” I asked inquisitively and crawled over to kiss her plump lips softly. “...You taste just like honey.” I whispered, nibbling her lower lip. I could taste myself on her, and just the thought alone made the corners of my lips turn up slightly. She looked up at me with a relaxed, content expression as we continued sharing lazy kisses.

“It's always better with you. I never want to leave.” With her eyes closed, Vasha wrapped her arm around my waist and inched toward me.

“For two weeks, you don’t have to think about that.” I mummered affectionately, rubbing my knuckles gently against her cheek. She gave me a sleepy smile and buried both of us under my comforter.

“Please forgive me, I’m sorry if I kick you in my sleep. My nightmares make it hard to control. It won't be on purpose...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here. Nothings going to scare you while I'm around, Vash.” I reached over and rubbed her back slowly. From side to side and up and down in what I hoped was a relaxing pattern. Vasha smiled at my words, moving even closer to close the gap between us.

“Could you talk to me? I hate silence before bed. I couldn’t get used to it after I stopped sleeping by the Metro.” It suddenly made sense why Vasha always left the television on at night, or her portable radio. I kept rubbing and nodded.

I'd give her absolutely anything she wanted.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” I began, continuing to run my fingers along her smooth back. “I’ll take you to try traditional American food, we’ll go see a museum, whatever you want to do. I want you to have fun and relax while you’re here-“ I glanced down to find Vasha softly snoring. My urge to protect her overwhelmed me, and my mind wandered back to Olya. I didn’t get how she could remain friends with her, but I intended to keep an extra close watch on the situation. Vasha had been scorned, but clearly she forgave people. Much easier than I ever could. I swore to myself I’d do everything to make sure Vasha had the best two weeks of her life spending it away from everything she knew, here with me.

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When I woke up next, everyone was quiet. My bedroom was dark, although I don't remember turning the lights out. I held my breath for a second, remembering Vasha flew in today and carefully turned toward her sleeping face. I knew how tired she must have been from traveling, and I couldn't help but smile as she softly whined and muttered in her sleep. I hoped whatever dream my girlfriend was having, I was right next to her.

What time was it anyway?

I rolled on my side and squinted at my phone. 3:45 A.M. So as to not disturb Vasha, I slid out of bed slowly. Checked over my shoulder as I did so. She shifted slightly and whimpered.

“Shhhh...” I stroked her back momentarily, and she settled back into peaceful sleep. Satisfied, I started heading for the fridge. Late night thirst was a problem I’d had since I was young. My stepmom was so strict with our drinks, she never allowed us to have them until after mealtimes and never before bed. Of course, I’d sneak water anyway. As much as I missed childhood during the stressful times, I took back every shitty thing I said about adult responsibilities while gulping down a whole bottle of water at least once a night.

After a quick detour to the bathroom, I quietly re-entered my bedroom to find Vasha still passed out on her stomach. She slept just like me, with one knee tucked up toward her chest. Her other leg was stretched straight out, and I studied it for a second before climbing back into bed. Part of me felt creepy watching my girlfriend sleep, but the curious part didn’t care. I still couldn’t believe she was here sharing half my bed. Just as I was about to try and fall back asleep, the ceiling suddenly lit up with a blue glow. I glanced over and saw Vasha’s phone face up on the far nightstand. While she didn’t get service out here, I’d set her phone up on our WiFi so she could keep in touch with her friends and dad on various Russian social media sites. I figured that’s what it was and threw the covers over my head. Not even a minute later, the glow returned. Taking another look at Vasha, I reached over and snatched her phone gingerly. Maybe she’d been too tired to let anyone know she’d arrived in Arizona safely, and someone was worrying. Just as I lifted my fingers to activate her screen, another message popped up on her notifications:

VK (Olya Frolova): I miss you already....I wish you hadn’t left to see that girl. You know she doesn’t love you like I do.

I froze. What the actual fuck?