It doesn't happen by chance

 — I want you orally.

 — Oh, I've wanted that myself for a long time…

I took HIS head into my mouth, enveloping it with my lips. I carefully caressed him, touched him with my tongue, and Ilya moaned louder with each of my movements. I lowered HIM, stroking him again and again.

 — That's it, that's it, that's it… I came…

Ilya lay down on the floor and beckoned me to him with his hands. I got on my knees and leaned over him. We started kissing. I stretched out my legs, he rolled over, and we ended up on top of each other. I lifted myself slightly and quickly tore off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. HE was erect. I gave HIM a little tug and began moving him from side to side:

 — Oh,

baby, come on, do it, don't stop!

And I wasn't planning to stop. Our hands touched.

 — Baby, you know, you have very beautiful hands. I would love to kiss them endlessly.

 — Ah, kitten, your fantasies are always so wild…", — he drawled languidly.

I touched HIM with my hand.

 — Oooh… Baby, come on…

I stroked HIM, Ilya's body thrusts quickened, and he moaned erotically.

 — Aaah…

 — I'm doing everything just how you like it, Ilyusha…

 — Faster! Aaaa…

He touched my breast with his hand. At first, I wanted to push him away because I wanted him to let me caress him some more, but I didn't try to do it. Pushing aside the fabric of my shirt, he pressed his heated, scarlet lips to my left nipple. I moved his head closer to my breast with my hand, and he offered no resistance. Ilya kissed my breast, licked it with his tongue, and I felt myself pierced through by a convulsive orgasm.

I kissed him, and he, getting off me, rolled onto his back and smiled mysteriously.

 — Thank you, my treasure… — was all I managed to say, as he ran the back of his hand across my face and said:

 — how I love you like this.