Chapter 17 Alexsei
ALEXSEI
The next morning, I anticipated that Kalina might regress.
It couldn’t have been easy for her to take such a chance and approach me, let alone take the initiative to seek me out and let me kiss her.
Or to be so brave to kiss me, fully, on the lips in such a way that guaranteed I would be jerking off in the shower afterward.
She wasn’t a tease.
She just really didn’t know how to approach me. I wasn’t letting it get to my head. It wasn’t just me. I had a strong hunch she was completely clueless and ignorant of how to approach any trace of desire, of this attraction neither of us could deny or act oblivious to.
We were mutually aware of each other, and I had to give her credit where credit was due.
I’d expected her to flinch when I kissed her cheek, that chaste press on her soft skin.
But she hadn’t. She'd stayed and then gone for more. It seemed that all she’d needed to hear was my open offer for her to do whatever she wanted.
Perhaps talking about what she wanted was more intimidating.
Actions spoke perfectly clearly between us, though. And she’d shown me just how damn needy she was for this style of a distraction.
Fortunately, the “morning after” making out on the couch, Misha prevented it from being awkward. He wanted to play in the snow with her, so she did. I joined in when he invited me, but I was careful not to get too close to Kalina to overwhelm her.
Then later, he wanted her to bake cookies with him, and I let them have the kitchen to themselves.
Because of my son, there was no awkward silence, no dull moment where she might have glanced at me and blushed.
That night, though, she’d come back out of her bedroom and sat on the couch. No words were necessary. Alone like that, just the two of us in front of the fire while Misha was asleep in his room, it only took one heated look between us and we were back at it.
Kissing. Holding.
When she sucked on my tongue, I did my best not to growl and clutch her tighter.
When she crawled onto my lap, I tried so hard not to pull her hips down so she’d grind against me more forcefully.
A louder than usual snap in the fire was the sudden noise that startled her that time.
The next night, she came back out to kiss me, setting up this nightly routine of torture, of waiting all day to have this private adult time with her.
She didn’t delay, getting onto my lap and holding on to my hair as we made out.
Right when she lowered her fingers to slip them under the collar of my shirt, caressing my neck in such a way that I felt it down to my toes in a full-body zing, my phone fell off the edge of the couch and fell to the floor—a loud enough disruption that she broke away and left.
It was a constant torment, to be near her during the day but allocate the evenings to the forbidden attraction I probably shouldn’t pursue with her.
But I couldn’t help it.
If showing her attention and giving her naughty bits of praise helped her feel better, I would do it.
Discovering she had something like a praise kink was too exciting of a game to pass on.
And if I started to feel a little more for her, I would just have to keep trying harder to maintain my rigid control of the situation. I could not push her. I had to let her decide how this would go and if she wanted to continue it at all.
The next night, she didn’t even bother to go to her room after cleaning the kitchen.
She did it on her own, seeming to like the tidiness of the room, and I wouldn’t stop her from forming that quirk.
Any ownership she wanted over this cabin or our routine was fine by me.
I’d encourage it. It had to be a positive sign that she was moving past her trauma and healing.
I had only just sat on the couch when she followed me down. Misha was fast asleep. He had been slightly congested—perhaps staying out in the cold playing too much yesterday—and we could both hear his snores through his closed bedroom door.
He wouldn’t be bothering us tonight.
And I was damned glad for it.
Kalina straddled me, kissing me hungrily as if she’d been waiting forever to do so.
I started to think that I had been waiting just as long for someone like her. Not only someone who’d look at me like a hero, but as some kind of salvation.
“I’ve been waiting all fucking day for this,” I murmured against her lips.
She sighed, kissing me harder and looping her arms around my neck. Clinging to me like this, she was an extra tease, rubbing her tits against me.
“All day,” I repeated in a low growl as I lifted my hands to her ass to hold her against me. I had been so careful not to grab her too much out of fear of scaring her off, but when I’d put my hands on her hips and guided her to grind on me, she moaned so filthily that I realized she liked it.
Now, as I cupped her juicy ass, I squeezed and pulled her against the erection trapped under my pants.
“Oh…” She whispered her breathy reaction against my lips, holding on as I rocked her.
Fuck, she was going to be the death of me.
I didn’t know how she could manage going to bed, scared off each night, without any relief. I highly doubted she was making herself come. And I hated that she’d be too nervous to take this any further.
“Like that?” I asked between kisses, gripping her ass again.
Her reply was a greedy kiss.
“You’re such a good girl.” I squeezed again, letting my fingers slope further down and almost tracing the edge of her panties. The impression of them was all too easy to detect beneath the softness of her pajamas. “Such a sexy, good girl, kissing me like this and driving me crazy.”
She let out a low moan at the further press of my fingertips near her pussy. “Feels… too good. Too good to stop.”
“We don’t have to,” I whispered as I redirected my mouth to kiss a path along her neck.
She didn’t reply, but I didn’t hurry her. Between my lips on her skin and the tentative caresses closer to her pussy as she sat on me, I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
But then I hated the idea of her being so pent up with the need to come. There was no way she wasn’t suffering like this. “We don’t have to stop. I want you to feel good.”
She nodded, meeting my gaze as she framed my face to kiss me. “I like this.”
So do I.
Ever so slowly, almost nervously, she lowered one hand until she slid it between us. “And I like how this feels…” She heaved a deep breath as she put her fingers on my erection. “Against me,” she added quietly, as if she was terrified to admit it out loud.
“Fuck.” I dropped my head back as she rubbed me. “So do I. I like how that feels too.”
“Am I… Am I doing it right?” she asked, trying to stroke me.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted her fingers wrapped around my dick. Her mouth. Hell, I was rabid to sink into her pussy, no barriers between us.
But I couldn’t. She had to decide.
“Oh, yeah.” I thrust against her hand as I kissed her. “You’re such a good girl.”
She moaned into my mouth, rubbing more. Yet, when she pulled back a moment later, breathless with an anxious frown on her face, she shook her head. “But I don’t want to be bred.”
What the fuck?
She’d said that before. It had thrown me for a loop and I’d wondered if I’d heard her right. Then when I thought about it a little more, I realized that Erik and Yusef had probably filled her head with all that bullshit. That she’d be sold and bred.
She’d mentioned how Raisa was bred, which was so far from the truth. But it was clearly a misconception that was branded in her mind. One I bet I could teach her to forget about.
“No.” I took her hand off my erection to hug her closer. “Never, Kalina. No one is going to breed you. You’re not an animal.”
She frowned, lowering her gaze.
Only when I kissed her again did she peer at me nervously.
“You’re not an animal. Not some thing to sell off.” Another hard kiss that softened her further.
“You’re a woman. A beautiful, strong, sexy woman.” I turned to lean with her on the couch until she lay on her back, sucking on my tongue and whimpering into my mouth.
“You’re a good girl,” I praised, shifting until I could put my fingers over her pussy with her legs parted between mine.
“Oh!” She cried out softly, not loud enough to wake Misha.
Back and forth, I stroked her pussy. Already, her panties and pajama bottoms were damp with her need. She was so desperate that I couldn’t bear the thought of her not having relief.
“And I want to make you feel good. So good.” I watched her arch her back as I rubbed her.
“I… I do.”
“Will you let me make you feel even better?” I asked.
She nodded, staring at me with such need that I felt like an ass to have let her go so long without coming. My hands were tied, though. She scared off too quickly each night, and I wasn’t going to make the mistake of pushing her to stay out here with me longer than she was ready to.
“Better?” she asked.
I kept my eyes on her as I dragged my hand higher to slip it under her bottoms and panties. Her brow furrowed as she let me push my fingers back down to her pussy.
“I…”
I smiled, watching her face shift sharply to pleasure. The confusion and nervousness were gone in a flash as I stroked my fingertips over her pussy, slick and warm with the arousal that had already dripped out of her. I caressed her easily.
“Alexsei…” She swallowed hard, giving me such a tortured look of longing and need that I wouldn’t be able to prolong this for long.
I nodded, understanding acutely how turned on she was. Leaning down to kiss her, I began to probe more, fingering her slightly without fully penetrating her.
“Do you want me to take care of you?”
She whined, parting her legs more as if she wasn’t sure how to ask for it. I knew she didn’t know how. That was why I’d be proud to show her.
“Want to be a good girl for me and let me show you how good it can feel?”
I backed up verbally, kissing her and depriving her of a chance to reply. Making out with her as I fingered her gently, I let her build up the courage to go for what she wanted.
When she began to lift her hips toward my hand, I stared down at her.
“I… I don’t know how,” she admitted sweetly.
“You just lie back like this,” I coached, scooting down until I could lower her panties and pants.
She startled, sitting up more, following me.
“But I don’t know—”
I knelt on the floor as she sat up. “You sit back and let me show you,” I explained.
Once I dragged her panties and pants off, I smiled at the gorgeous sight of her pussy. Pink and glistening with her juices. Ripe for me to feast on. All for me.
For now.
I had to be careful. This was for her. Not me. But there was no chance that I wouldn’t enjoy every fucking second of this. Of this present I hadn’t counted on.
“How do I…” She frowned, watching me as I urged her to sit back.
“You relax,” I said. Wedging my shoulders beneath her thighs, I opened her wide. Before she could ask again what she needed to do, I let my actions guide her.
I lowered my mouth to her pussy. Maintaining eye contact, just to make sure she was with me, that she could see how I was asking for her permission, I licked a long swipe of my tongue. All the way along her slit.
She gasped, her mouth falling open.
Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.
And she tasted even better. Over and over, I dragged my tongue over her body, gathering the tart juices she gave me so easily.
Watching her closely as I held her legs open, I waited for her to give me a cue. To keep going. To stop.
“You want to be a good girl and let me taste you some more?” I asked.
She nodded, breathing faster and faster.
I did. I licked and slurped at her pussy like it was my last meal on earth.
When she started to hump up against my face, I pushed my finger into her tight entrance so I could suck on her clit.
It was a shame she didn’t last for long. Not even a minute later, she was coming. Tensing and quivering in her thighs. Crying out with an open face of euphoria.
In case she could wake Misha, I took my mouth from her and shushed her all while pistoning my finger in and out of her to make her come for longer.
“I…” She sucked in another breath, curling forward toward me as she tried to manage what was likely her first orgasm ever.
I caught her. With my finger still deep inside her, I let her crash against me. And before I could risk her waking my son, I closed my mouth over hers to silence her.
A muted muffle of surprise reached me, but she didn’t back up. Not as she tasted herself on my tongue, which she dueled with and sucked into her mouth. Not as she clung to me and kissed me more, as if she needed all she could wring out of this moment.
While I continued to finger her, then added my thumb against her clit, I coaxed another orgasm from her. Slick cum coated my palm. She’d squirted, so wet and warm on my skin, and still, she couldn’t manage to rip her mouth from mine.
Only once she’d caught her breath under more tender kisses did I withdraw my hand.
Only once she was sluggish and lax against me did I smile at her and kiss her cheek.
“Good girl,” I praised. “You are such a good girl for me.”
As I pressed a kiss to her temple, I caught the slight and rare form of a smile on her lips.
I stood, holding her in my arms, and brought her to her bed.
But once I backed up and bade her a soft good night, then closed her door to the way she preferred it, I retreated to my room to chase away the stinging need to come from how good she’d made me feel with the reward and privilege of pleasuring her.