She freezes. After a slow recovery, she asks breathily, “What did you just say?”
I smile. “I said I love you.”
“Why?” she breathes.
“Why do I love you? That’s like asking why the earth longs for the rain, why a sunflower reaches for the sun, why rivers run to the ocean. It just… happens. It’s unavoidable and unexplainable.” I chuckle. “At least I couldn’t explain it. We can find some good philosopher for the job if you want.”
She doesn’t answer, just sits there staring at me. The sun has long gone down, and darkness starts falling around us. We keep watching each other until it becomes impossible to see anything.
I stay rooted when I feel her moving, my heart is hammering like it wants to break free, her vanilla scent drawing closer.And then she’s right here—hands on my chest, leaning in, her breaths fanning my neck.
I clutch the sheets tightly in my fists. My chest pounds against my ribs, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Then her lips brush my jaw, and my heart stops. Her lips move slowly toward mine. Sweat rolls down my back, soaking my T-shirt and the pillows behind me. At this rate, I’ll die before she even kisses me.
But I don’t move. And I don’t die, because her lips find mine, moving over them in a nervous, tentative attempt to kiss. They tremble over mine. I’m not really better than her, my own lips are trembling.Why does this feel like the first kiss all over again?
Her hands hold my face on either side as we move our lips over each other in a slow, delicate kiss, as if we are both learning how to do it. I leave the sheets and move my hand along her back, touching her everywhere. I hold her waist and pull her onto my lap, our lips never leaving each other. Our tongues slide over one another.
I massage the back of her neck with my other hand, pulling her further into me.
A sound comes from the base of the tree: “Kroshka.”
She jerks away. “Yes, Papa?”
“Come down, dinner is ready.”
“Yes, Papa.”
I pull her into another kiss before she can even close her mouth completely. I don’t care about dinner. Right now, my mouth has other priorities. And I’m not letting her go either.
My hand slides down her thighs. She moves her lips away, breathing hard against mine. I move my hands between her thighs; she clenches them around my hand.
I lower my face to her neck, kissing every inch of her soft skin. She quivers in my arms.Fuck.Every inch of me wants her all at once.
I move my hand inside her shorts. She breathes laboriously, rolling her head back, offering me more of her throat to sink my teeth into. I hold myself back, I won’t be able to explain this to Damir Mikhailov.
My fingers slide between her slick folds. I push one finger inside her wet pussy. She covers her mouth with her hand.Damn it, I love her moans, and I can’t hear them.I’ll see you someday, Damir Mikhailov. I promise.
I add another finger, working her tight cunt with two of my fingers while rubbing her little clit with my thumb. She shakes violently, her pussy clenching around me. I keep working her until she comes down from her high. Only then do I slowly withdraw my fingers and suck them clean.
She collapses against my chest, her head resting on my neck. I wrap her tightly in my arms. My dick is screaming curses at me, I’ll deal with it under the shower later. Right now, I have something far more important in my arms, and I need to imprint this moment in my soul.
I touch her entire body, revising every detail—the curve of her waist, her shoulder, her collarbone, her arms, her hands. I lift her hand to my mouth, kissing each fingertip, then follow the line of her palm up to her forearm, leaving gentle kisses on her soft skin.
She giggles. I hug her tighter, needing to trap this sound, this feeling, forever.
“Miss Mikhailov, Mr. Mikhailov is calling you home,” a woman’s voice calls from downstairs.
“I hate your father,” I mutter.
She slaps my shoulder lightly, then calls out, “Coming!”
“You already did. Want to do it again?”
She slides off my lap, giggling. “I don’t remember any such thing.” She opens the treehouse door and starts climbing down.
I adjust my dick and follow her.
“So you want to keep what happened in the dark… in the dark?”
