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  Salt gave a low, aroused growl and leaned down to suck my right nipple deeply into his mouth.

  I gasped as I felt his wet heat en­vel­ope me. God, it felt good—felt right to fi­nally give my­self to my part­ner this way. He’d said that he wanted me from the first—now I knew I had felt the same way about him. But the prickly wall I had built around my­self—my fear of ever trust­ing any man again after my father had aban­doned me—had kept me from real­iz­ing and ac­know­ledging it. Now I was able to let my­self feel for my part­ner—to open my­self to him both emo­tion­ally and sexu­ally. It was still scary but it was also ex­cit­ing. God, I wanted him!

  “Oh, Papa,” I moaned as he sucked me deep, tak­ing as much of my breast into his mouth as he could at once. He toyed with the other nipple, flick­ing it idly and send­ing sparks of pleas­ure through my en­tire body. Then he switched and sucked even harder on my left bud. I writhed un­der him, a sob of pure pleas­ure build­ing in my throat.

  “Mmm,” he mur­mured at last, re­leas­ing my tight little point just when I thought I couldn’t take much more. “You do not know how long I have wished to do that. You have such a sexy little body, my sweet mishka. Your Papa en­joys suck­ing your nipples very much.”

  “And I like it when you suck me, Papa,” I whispered. “But I need more…please.”

  “That’s right,” he mur­mured. “I prom­ised you I would ex­am­ine your pussy and see if it needs to be tasted. Come, mishka, let us take off your jeans.”

  I was eager to get his tal­en­ted tongue between my thighs again. I reached up to push down my jeans and I would have pushed down my panties too but Salt stopped me.

  “No, no,” he mur­mured, keep­ing my panties in place as he di­vested me of my jeans only. “Let us keep these on a little while. I want to see them on you.”

  “Papa,” I whispered. “Please…”

  “All in good time, mishka,” he mur­mured. “Now, let me see…”

  He was lean­ing down again, look­ing closely at the junc­ture between my thighs. Des­pite my eager­ness, I found my­self sud­denly nervous and shy again. Without think­ing about it, I star­ted to close my legs.

  “Mishka…” Salt looked up at me sternly. “No, my darling—you must not try to hide your­self. Come now, open up. Spread your legs for Papa.”

  I felt my heart stut­ter in my chest and I did as he said, open­ing my thighs for his pleas­ure.

  Ap­par­ently Salt liked what he saw. He made a low, ap­prov­ing sound deep in his throat as he leaned over to get a bet­ter look at me.

  I looked too and was em­bar­rassed to real­ize how hot and wet I was get­ting. The thin white silk panties were soaked with my juices to the point where they were al­most com­pletely see-through. The damp fab­ric clung to my swollen pussy lips which were open­ing on their own, spread­ing to show the little pink pearl of my clit beg­ging for his at­ten­tion.

  “Mmm, mishka, look how wet you are for Papa,” Salt growled softly. He ran one fin­ger­tip down my cleft, slid­ing gently over my throb­bing clit and mak­ing me moan and jump.

  “Yes,” I ad­mit­ted in a low voice. “Yes, Papa, I am wet—so wet for you.” I couldn’t help my­self—my hips were rising to meet his touch. I craved the feel­ing of his mouth and lips and tongue all over my throb­bing cunt.

  “Look at these sweet hips com­ing up to meet me. I think you want your Papa to taste your pussy.” He looked up at me, his eyes lazy with lust. “Is that right, my little darling?”

  I bit my lip. “Yes, Papa,” I whispered.

  Salt gave me his one-sided smile.

  “If you want it, then you must ask for it, mishka. I want you to say, ‘Please, Papa, spread my pussy open and taste me.’ Can you do that for me?”

  My heart felt like it was go­ing to pound its way out of my chest. God, we were really go­ing all the way with this, weren’t we? Or Salt was and he was wait­ing for me to fol­low his lead. I didn’t hes­it­ate.

  “Please, Papa,” I whispered, feel­ing em­bar­rassed and in­cred­ibly turned on at the same time. “Please spread my pussy open and…and taste me.”

  “With pleas­ure, mishka,” Salt rumbled. First he pressed a gentle kiss to my mound, mak­ing me tremble at the feel of his hot breath against my vul­ner­able pussy. Then he hooked his fin­gers in the waist­band of my panties and tugged.

  I trembled and lif­ted my hips for him so that he could strip the soaked panties down my thighs and off my legs. Then I lay on the bed, com­pletely open for him with my breasts and sex ex­posed and on dis­play.

  Salt growled with ap­proval and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees be­fore me and pressed between my thighs, his broad shoulders split­ting me wide.

  I ex­pec­ted him to dive right in, but ap­par­ently he wanted to sa­vor the ex­per­i­ence.

  “Look at this soft little pussy, all spread open just for Papa,” he mur­mured, catch­ing my eyes and hold­ing them. “I can see how your little clit is swollen and throb­bing—do you need Papa to kiss you there, mishka?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, fol­low­ing his lead. “Please, Papa—I feel so achy and hot there. My little but­ton needs your kisses.”

  “Of course it does, my darling. But first I must taste the rest of you.” Lean­ing for­ward he lapped gently at the crease between my thigh and my pussy.

  “Salt!” I groaned. “Papa…what are you do­ing?”

  “Be­fore I can taste you prop­erly, I must clean up all your pussy honey.” He gave me a stern look. “Just re­lax and spread wide for your Papa, mishka. You must be pa­tient—I prom­ise I will taste your sweet little cunt when the time is right.”

  Then he went back to lick­ing around my in­ner thighs, clean­ing every trace of my juices away with his hot, wet tongue, mov­ing slowly…so slowly in­ward to­wards my pussy.

  But even when he fi­nally fin­ished with my thighs, he still didn’t get any­where near my clit. In­stead, he sucked my outer pussy lips into his mouth, gently mouth­ing them un­til I moaned and squirmed un­der him.

  “Be still, mishka,” he said sternly, look­ing up at me. “If you do not, I may have to pun­ish you.”

  “But you said…you said you wouldn’t spank me again un­til my bot­tom healed com­pletely,” I re­minded him breath­lessly.

  “And so I will not, but as you poin­ted out be­fore, there are more ways than that to pun­ish.” As he spoke, he dipped the tip of his long middle fin­ger into the well of my pussy, gath­er­ing mois­ture. Then he stroked gently around my ex­posed rose­bud, mak­ing me stiffen.

  “Oh, Papa!” I gasped.

  “Gently, my darling.” Salt gave me a half-lid­ded look that was pure lust. “You must re­lax and get used to Papa touch­ing you every­where—even here. Can you open for me as you did be­fore while I lick and taste your sweet pussy?”

  I bit my lip. “I…think so,” I whispered. After all, he’d touched me this way at the In­sti­tute. It had been fright­en­ing at first and it was still a little scary, but I liked the idea of giv­ing him com­plete and un­res­tric­ted ac­cess to my body. I also liked the thought of let­ting him touch me here, not be­cause someone else de­man­ded it, but be­cause I trus­ted him and wanted him to know all of me in­tim­ately.

  “My brave girl,” Salt mur­mured, lean­ing down to place a gentle, open mouthed kiss on my in­ner folds. “So brave to let your Papa lick all the honey from your pussy while he opens your tight little rose­bud.”

  God, his dirty talk was mak­ing me in­sane. Who knew that my stoic, Rus­sian part­ner could be so filthy between the sheets? I was so turned on I could barely breathe.

  I tried to muffle a moan and didn’t quite suc­ceed as he began lick­ing me in earn­est. Start­ing at the bot­tom of my slit, he licked up­ward, bathing my in­ner cunt and my throb­bing clit with his hot tongue. At the same time, I felt the blunt tip of his fin­ger eas­ing gently into me, filli