Chapter 7 #2
And she did. Anne closed her eyes as the bliss built to such a pitch she could not think, only feel, and her whole body rocked as the pleasure exploded around her.
Maxim immediately stopped, panting heavily and grinning when she opened her eyes. “My my, Annika, you know what you like. I had to be careful there. Now – ”
“Now,” interrupted Anne, breathlessly, hardly able to believe what she was about to say, “you have ridden me. It’s time that I rode you.”
With a strength she never would have believed, she tipped Maxim over so he was lying on the bed and she was straddling him.
Anne swallowed. She had never done this before, but how difficult could it be? She had ridden a horse, hadn’t she?
Maxim’s eyes widened. “R-Ride?”
Anne did not answer. Instead, she lowered herself onto his hot manhood, preservative still thankfully intact, and moaned as she felt him fill her up.
“ Khristos zhiv ,” Maxim murmured. “Christ alive, Annika, you know what I want.”
She did. Every instinct in her knew what he wanted – but she was not going to give it to him so easily.
Still mounted upon him and smiling down at him, Anne very slowly rocked backwards and forwards without moving up and down, but as she gazed into his eyes, she started to untie her gown.
Maxim’s eyes closed and his hands twitched. “Annika, God I want you – give me what I want.”
“No,” she murmured, revelling in the power she had over him. “No, this time we are going to do it my way.”
It was a delicious five minutes of gently teasing him before she was totally naked. If she had been concerned he would not appreciate her nude body, she was wrong. Maxim surprised her by sitting up, his mouth eagerly closing around one breast and his hand worshipping the other.
Anne arched her back, desperate for more, and only then did she start to gently rise and spear herself onto his manhood.
Maxim fell back, his eyes closed, hands on her hips. “Yes, oh Annika, faster!”
She could feel the heat building in her again, but she would not give him satisfaction that easily.
“No,” she said with a smile, hardly able to keep her voice steady. “My pleasure first.”
She took it, twice, her body exploding around him each time, her voice unable to remain quiet, until finally Maxim had clearly had enough.
“Annika, I will have you,” he growled, twisting so that she fell back into the soft linens.
His mouth captured hers as he built a steady, hard rhythm, Anne twisting in the bed to allow him in deeper.
“I wanted you,” she gasped, “ever since – ”
“And I wanted you,” he groaned. “Annika, I want this every day, I want you every day.”
“And you can have me,” Anne smiled. “Every day, whenever you want. Just give me – oh!”
Maxim shouted out with her this time, their ecstasy in glorious union, and as Anne’s body rocked with her fifth orgasm, he ploughed into her and exploded into pleasure.
Maxim tried to pull breath into his lungs, but no matter how much air he took in, it was not enough.
Dear God, that it was possible to experience something like that, a closeness, an intimacy, a pleasure like that with a woman – and all the same woman!
He glanced at her, dark hair wild and her own breathing heavy. Annika Marsh. She is everything he could have wanted, everything he could have imagined.
How was it possible that she knew not only how to please him, but also to take her own pleasure?
She was the perfect woman; all the elegance of the English with all the fire of the Russians. If he did not have a Czardom to claim, he would sneak her across London to a little Orthodox chapel he knew, and marry her immediately.
“This cannot be real.”
Her words were soft, breathed rather than spoken, and he laughed as he pulled her closer.
“I have to be honest,” he said quietly, “I was more worried that you would be in pain than in pleasure.”
“I have never,” she began, and then hesitated before continuing in a less controlled voice, “never experienced anything…anything like this.”
If he had heard words like that from anyone else – and if he were honest, he had – he would have found his ego inflating, to know he had given such sensual delight to a lady.
But not with Annika. All he felt was relief, and joy that she had experienced ecstasy. She was important – far more important than he had realised before she had stepped into his room this evening.
Not only important, but precious. He felt honoured, as though he had been given a precious gift, that it had been he to give her that first experience of intimacy between a gentleman and a lady.
She shifted slightly in his arms, and Maxim could feel himself stiffen at the very thought of a repeat experience. No, he must be controlled. Though she was not sore now, she certainly would be if he took his pleasure and plunged into her again.
“Well,” Annika whispered, tracing an invisible line across his chest with a finger, “that was a secret worth knowing.”
Maxim smiled. “Plenty more where that one came from.”
She did not respond, her eyes lowered to watch her finger move.
He continued, “You must have secrets too, Annika, even if they are only little, womanly ones.”
“Every woman is entitled to her own secrets,” she said quietly.
Maxim nodded. “Of course, but you must remember that in the bedchamber, that is the perfect time to share secrets. Why, it is only the two of us, and neither of us will ever mention this to another. Consider it a Christmas gift to me. Tell me…”
His voice trailed away. He had glanced down, and Annika’s eyelashes had fluttered shut. Her breathing was steady, and he watched her slip into slumberland in his arms.