My mouth follows the elegant line of her throat, tongue tasting the sweetness of her pulse. Each kiss draws soft gasps from her lips, her body slowly relaxing beneath mine.
I kiss between her breasts, the lace rough against my lips. Supporting my weight on one arm, I slide my free hand beneath her, fingers finding the clasp of her bra.
"Can I?"
"Yes."
The hooks give way with a soft snick. I lift my head, meeting her eyes as I press a venerate kiss to the swell of her cleavage. Her breath catches, pupils dilating.
I peel the lace away slowly, freeing her breasts to my hungry gaze. Full and perfect, rose-tipped nipples already peaked with arousal. Everything in me roars mine, but I force myself to move with intended care.
Lowering my body, I trace the curve of one breast with my tongue before drawing the hardened peak into my mouth. She arches beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Do you like that?" I murmur against her skin, switching to lavish attention on her other breast.
"Yes." The word comes out breathless, needy.
I suck harder, feeling her hips move restlessly beneath me. Her small hands tangle in my hair, holding me against her. The sound of her pleasure goes straight to my cock, but I ignore the ache. This is about her, about showing her how worship feels.
"Anton, please."
I lift my head, studying her flushed face. The nervousness is melting away, replaced by a growing desire. Her body moves against mine with instinctive need.
"Tell me what you want, my Solnishko."
"More. I want more."
My mouth charts a path down her body. Her skin tastes like sweet vanilla, soft beneath my lips as I trace the curve of her ribs. She trembles when I press my mouth to the hollow beneath her sternum, her breathing quick and shallow.
"So beautiful," I murmur against her skin, tongue tracing as I keep going down on her abdomen.
Her muscles flutter beneath my touch as I kiss lower, following the subtle line that leads to the waistband of her panties. White lace stretches across her hips, innocent and tempting.
I can see the evidence of her arousal through the fabric, and the knowledge that I've brought her to this point makes my chest tight with possessive pride.
I hook my fingers beneath the elastic, ready to slide them down her legs, when I feel her body go rigid beneath me.
I release the panties instantly, hands moving to frame her face instead. "Solnishko."
Green eyes swim with uncertainty and something that looks dangerously close to panic. Her lip trembles between her teeth, and I want to kill whatever thoughts are making her afraid.
"We stop," I say simply, shifting my weight off her petite frame. "Right now."
"No." The word comes out fierce despite her obvious nervousness. "I want this. I want you. I'm just scared."
I settle beside her on the bed, pulling her against my chest so she doesn't have to feel exposed. Her small body fits perfectly against mine, head tucked beneath my chin. I can feel her heart racing against my ribs.
My hand strokes through her silky hair while she processes my words.
"If you want me to stop, I stop. If you want me to go slower, I go slower. If you want me to touch you differently, you tell me how." I tilt her chin up, making sure she sees the sincerity in my eyes. "Your pleasure is the only thing that matters to me."
She studies my face, searching for deception she won't find.
"I won't hurt you. I won't take anything you're not ready to give."
"But what if I disappoint you?" The whispered confession breaks something inside me. "What if I don't know how to please you?"
Christ. This incredible woman thinks she could disappoint me.
