Chapter Four #2
And that’s okay, because so do I. I don’t want to hurt her, but damned if I can hold back much longer.
I gather her body’s moisture, then withdraw my fingers and rub the silky wetness over her clit, the little pink bud swelling at my touch. Then I penetrate her again, sliding my fingers in and out, taking care to catch her clit with each deep stroke.
Her breath comes in ragged pants as I keep up the rhythm, her face turned against my chest, her eyes squeezed shut, her body racked with tension that seems to arc through her and into me, shooting straight to my groin.
“I want you, Natalya.” My words come out in urgent whispers as I flick her nipples with my tongue, unable to keep my mouth off hers, my cock so hard it aches. “I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.”
Then she gasps, seeming to hold her breath as the tension inside her peaks and shatters. She comes with a shaky sigh, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, a look of excruciating pleasure on her beautiful face.
I ride through it with her, keeping the rhythm steady, trying to make her pleasure last, raining kisses on her breasts, her throat, her lips, as the quaking inside her slowly fades.
When her climax has passed, I hold her, a bittersweet ache in my chest at the sight of her lying in my arms. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted, her breathing soft and easy.
Her hair lay in a tangle around her face, her lashes dark against her cheeks, her lips curved in the faintest of smiles.
And I made up my mind. If she’s had enough, if she falls asleep, I won’t push her. I’ll just go take a cold shower like I’ve been doing these past few days. Or maybe wank myself.
But she doesn’t fall asleep. Almost as soon as I finish arguing with myself, she opens her eyes, gives me a shy smile, then turns on her side to face me, her lips closing over mine. I wrap my arms around her, and pin her beneath me.
I pause to look at her, taking in her beautiful, dazed face and disheveled hair. “You are so beautiful. Like a lepestok…”
She flushes deep, but reaches out to cup my face in her palm and smiles into my face. She looks at me through those big eyes of hers, and I know she means every word. “Take all of me. I’m yours.”
My heart seems to stop at that moment.
Here’s this innocent, painfully gorgeous woman offering herself to me…Nothing has ever humbled me more.
“Natalya…” I whisper huskily, stretching myself out above her. I tuck a hand beneath her left leg, wrapping it around my waist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She slides her hands up my chest, looks into my eyes and smiles softly. “I know.”
I lock my gaze to hers, slowly nudging the tip of my cock into her slippery heat. Her body resists my intrusion at first, a thin ring of flesh denying my access. Then, with the slightest thrust of my hips, I break through.
Her eyes fly wide open, and she gasps, then squeezes her eyes shut, biting her bottom lip. And it strikes me as unfair somehow that what feels so indescribably good to me is causing her pain.
“Easy, honey.” I hold myself still inside her—no easy task. She’s so slick and impossibly tight, the head of my cock teased by overwhelming sensations.
Every instinct I have urges me to drive deeper, to bury myself in her snug warmth, the first stirrings of orgasm tugging at my belly.
But this is about her, about pleasing her, about giving her everything I can give her, because what she’s given me—Jesus! —what she’s just given me is priceless, far beyond anything I deserve.
“I’m fine,” she murmurs, her body relaxing a little. “I promise,” she adds when she sees I look unconvinced.
“I’m sorry.” I stroke her hair, raining kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, her forehead, hoping that’ll ease some of her discomfort.
“It’s not bad, really,” she says, chuckling softly.
Watching her face, I withdraw slowly, then nudge myself inside her again, and again, going deeper each time, gradually stretching her past the pain until she takes me completely.
The sensation of being completely sheathed by her warmth is overwhelmingly good.
I moan, whisper her name, my body shaking. “Oh, lepestok, you feel so…Jesus Christ.”
And then I begin to move in deep, slow thrusts, stroking the hidden places inside her. She moans my name, her back arching on the bed as she slides her hands up the sweat-slick planes of my chest, over the curves of my shoulders, and down the tense muscles of my back.
“Oh, yes, Viktor! Yes! Yes, please!”
The words spill out of her in a breathless rush, then her body draws taut, her moans stretch into a harsh cry as a powerful orgasm takes over her body.
I continue moving inside her, my hips thrusting hard, and fast. She cries out, her nails instinctively digging into my back as she fights to hold on, her teeth sink into my shoulder, her inner muscles clenching around me.
I groan, my pace quickening as I whisper harshly into her ear; “That’s right, lepestok! Come for me!”
But it’s me falling over the edge.
My breath catches as my control shatters. My body starts to shudder as I come apart in her arms, losing myself inside her with a deep groan.