Chapter 14 - Katya
I want nothing more than to surrender to him completely. To give in to the urges and never look back.
But as Sergey pulls me closer, bringing me onto his lap, the alarm in my head goes off again, reminding me that I’m not the experienced woman he thinks I am.
I may be comfortable with some not-so-gentle aspects of life, doing things that others might deem dangerous, but this…I’m out of my depth here.
It’s embarrassing to even think about, but it’s my reality.
It makes me hesitate, and Sergey doesn’t let it go unnoticed.
Instead, he breaks the kiss, breathless while his eyes find mine. He’s still completely overcome with desire, but he tempers it long enough to speak. “What’s wrong?”
The question shouldn’t make my stomach twist into knots, but it does anyway, and I swallow hard.
Heat creeps up my neck and makes my cheeks burn while I glance away from him, unable to form the words.
Given how he doesn’t say anything for a moment, I can tell Sergey doesn’t entirely know what’s going on, or what he’s supposed to do. But he takes a breath and gently takes my chin in his grasp, guiding me to look at him.
“Tell me.”
I don’t want to. I want to keep the words stashed away inside me and forget about all of this. To never face the shortcomings that he surely isn’t expecting of me.
But his thumb softly moves along my jaw, and his eyes give way to a look of caring. A genuine curiosity that lacks demand or pressure. Instead, he just wants to know.
“Do you want this?” Sergey asks, words careful as if he doesn’t want to spook me.
Swallowing hard, I just want to look away and have the chance to breathe again. But his hold prevents me from moving.
There’s no questioning it. I’m burning for him and the promise of pleasure. But that small voice in the back of my head is preventing that from happening.
Still, I have to answer. I have to say something.
“Yes.”
A subtle spark flashes in his eyes then, but he doesn’t let it drive him. Instead, he keeps up his calm curiosity. “Then why do you keep denying it?”
“Because…” I mumble, wishing he wasn’t so persistent. “…This isn’t something I do.”
“What, having sex with someone you want to hate?” He asks, tone lighter than before.
“Having sex…period.”
This stops him, and Sergey pauses his movements. His eyes search mine like he’s trying to decide if I’m telling the truth. “Really?”
My cheeks burn, and I feel as if the humiliation tries to swallow me whole. “Yes, really.”
A beat of silence lingers between us, and it’s so deafening, I can’t stand to listen to it.
“So you’ve never…?”
“No,” I admit, hating every agonizing moment of this interaction as I glance away from him. “I know it’s pathetic, and you probably assumed I’d be experienced, but that’s just how things panned out for me. I’ve been careful with who I let into my life, and if that’s a problem—”
“Kat,” Sergey murmurs, pulling my attention back to him more insistently. The barely-there uttering of my name catches me off guard.
But more than that, the veil that covers his eyes surprises me even more.
Almost dazed, Sergey looks me over, thumb gently grazing my cheek again. Somehow, he looks even hungrier than before.
It makes something stir in me despite myself.
“What?”
“That’s not the problem you think it is,” he hums, bringing his face a touch closer to brush his nose against mine. His eyes close like he’s trying to hold back. “It’s the opposite, really.”
His words stun me, and I can’t find a single word to say. Instead, I swallow hard.
“I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you, and that fact…
it makes me want you even more,” Sergey says just above a whisper, lips barely brushing against mine while he breathes me in.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Tell me to fuck off, and I will.
But if you want this, and if you let me, I’ll give you a first time worth waiting for. ”
That promise shouldn’t have any effect on me. I should be hardened against all of his charms, but against my better judgment, it works.
Warmth pools in my stomach, and I shiver from his proximity.
“Say it,” Sergey continues, looking so close to breaking just like I am. His fingers move through my hair. “Say the words.”
His order hangs in the air between us, and before I can let my rational mind take over, I succumb to the heat.
“I want it.”
That’s all he needs to hear.
His mouth claims mine, melding our lips together while he cups my jaw with one hand and holds my thigh with the other. He hums lowly into the kiss that feels akin to a brand.
As I melt into it, I feel him pull away just enough to brush his lips against my neck, letting his hands roam over me, sliding along my curves.
My eyes close while his every touch makes my skin tingle. It feels so hard to breathe while he lavishes my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake.
I half expect him to get right to it and take what he wants, but instead, Sergey’s hand slips beneath my shirt, slowly gliding across my stomach before reaching my breast. With a hint of a tease, his fingers move beneath the soft fabric of my bralette, brushing against my skin.
My breath catches, and that spark of pure pleasure makes me jolt closer to him.
Delicately, his thumb rolls against my nipple until it hardens, and the longer he does it, the more I crave him. The more the apex of my thighs softens for him.
Sergey holds me close while I shiver and let go of breathless sounds, lightly nipping against my neck.
“If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it right,” he growls out with barely contained desire.
The words warm me further, and while I don’t know what that might entail in his mind, it’s enough to make me squirm.
Eventually releasing my breast, Sergey gently pulls my shirt up, pausing his affections to remove it. Once it’s out of his way, he kisses down my neck and chest, planting those soft touches everywhere he goes.
I feel almost lightheaded, barely grounding myself as he flicks his tongue teasingly against my nipple, making me gasp quietly before continuing down.
Already boneless, I watch through heavy lashes while he kisses down my stomach and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my relaxed pants before edging them down with an almost cruel pace.
My senses heighten, well aware of every inch of skin he reveals. The nerves try to settle in, but his touch is so distracting, I can only focus on how badly I want more. How much I need to feel him in this moment.
While he guides my bottoms down, Sergey sinks to his knees in front of the couch, settling between my legs. His lips continue to press against my skin, marveling over my thighs until the pants are gone, and I’m left in only my underwear.
“Christ,” he utters, leaning closer while his lips brush against my inner thighs, settling his hands on the back of them. He inches so near to my core that my legs shake faintly. “You’re so soft.”
I feel wound up so tight that I might come apart at any moment. Barely hanging on, my breath catches as he reaches the front of me, and his breath lightly fans against me. I shiver and bite back a moan.
“I want you to remember this forever,” Sergey whispers before reaching with his tongue and brushing against my clothed sex. A low, satisfied hum reverberates in his chest. “To crave it whenever you think of me.”
Once he adds more pressure, a quiet, muffled whimper escapes me while I grip the couch. I pant as my heart picks up, feeling nearly blinded by the jolt of pleasure.
He huffs out a breath, pausing his ministrations to look up at me, eyes slightly darkened. His words come out firm while he reaches for my hand and guides it to his head. “Grab me, not the cushions.”
The stern look makes my stomach flip, and I do as he says.
My fingers run through his hair, and Sergey hums his satisfaction before he continues, shifting the front of my panties to the side before swiping his tongue along my sensitive skin directly.
The next moan that leaves me happens so quickly, I don’t have the chance to stop it.
He groans against me, savoring the contact before he gives in, pressing his mouth against my heat completely.
My fingers tighten in his hair, and I can’t get enough.
“Fuck, Kat…you taste incredible,” he whispers against me in between kisses, lapping at my core like he’s never tasted anything like it.
I’m already a mess, sinking into the couch and carding my fingers through his hair while he consumes me, not afraid to give it his all.
My breaths come out in huffed mewls, not caring about any of my previous inhibitions now.
I don’t even notice him pulling my underwear off until I realize I’m left in just my bralette.
I can only focus on the way he worships me, devouring me so completely.
Alternating between flicking at my clit and running through me while he grips my thighs tighter, I can’t think about anything other than the soft warmth of his tongue against me, and it doesn’t take long for me to shake while my thighs clench around his head.
Sergey doesn’t protest. Instead, he only doubles his efforts, using his hands to keep me as close to him as possible.
Before I know it, a tingling sensation in my stomach mounts higher and higher, building until I can’t hold it back.
Blinding sensations tip me over, and as I clench, a different kind of warmth floods through me. Intense and mind-numbing, it hits me, and my sounds cut off once the coil in me bursts.
Sergey hums his approval against me while he softens his touch, carefully guiding me through it.
My legs let go of the tension in them, and I relax into the couch, feeling dazed while he leaves a gentle kiss against me before painting my thighs in more of them and making his way back up.
“How do you feel?” He asks, sliding his hands along my waist once his lips reach the corner of my mouth.
“Too good,” I murmur, managing the words despite how overwhelming that first release was.
Sergey chuckles, brushing against my lips. “Then I’m doing my job right…”