I capture her lips in a kiss so gentle it barely registers as contact, pouring every ounce of devotion into the tender touch.
"Impossible." I rest my forehead against hers. "Do you know what you are to me?"
She shakes her head, eyes wide and trusting.
"You're sunlight after years of darkness. You're the reason I remember how to smile." My thumb traces her cheekbone. "You could lie here and do nothing, and it would be the greatest gift of my life."
Her breath hitches, and I see the exact moment my words settle into her bones.
"I'm not taking you, Solnishko. I'm worshiping you." My lips brush against her temple. "Every kiss, every touch, every breath is an offering to the woman who brought me back to life."
The tension slowly bleeds from her muscles as she melts against me.
"Okay," she breathes against my lips. "I do want this."
The trust in her voice undoes me completely. I settle her back against the pillows, my mouth finding hers with renewed purpose. This time, when I kiss her, she responds with a passion that steals my breath. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer.
We break apart, her lips puffy and eyes craving. "I trust you to be gentle with me."
The magnitude of her gift humbles me.
I kiss the pulse point at her throat, feeling her heartbeat flutter against my lips. My mouth traces the elegant line of her collarbone before moving lower to her breasts until she's arching beneath me again.
This time, when I continue my descent, kissing the soft skin of her abdomen, she doesn't tense. Her breathing quickens as I reach the lace barrier of her panties, but her body stays relaxed beneath my touch.
"So beautiful," I murmur against her skin, hooking my fingers in the thin fabric.
I slide the panties down her legs with reverent care, discarding them on the floor. The afternoon light paints her skin golden as I settle between her thighs, my hands caressing the silky length of her legs.
She's perfect. Absolutely perfect.
My palms smooth up her inner thighs, feeling the tremor that runs through her muscles. When I reach her center, the evidence of her arousal emboldens my appetite.
"So wet for me already, Solnishko."
My thumb finds her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with gentle pressure. Her back arches off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips as her hips begin to move.
"That's it," I encourage, watching her face transform with pleasure. "Let me make you feel good."
I continue the slow, steady rhythm until she's rocking against my hand, chasing the sensation. Only then do I carefully slide one finger inside her tight heat.
She tenses immediately, her muscles clamping down around the intrusion. I still my movements, letting her adjust to the foreign sensation while my thumb maintains its gentle circles on her clit.
"Breathe, my little sun. Just breathe."
Gradually, she relaxes around my finger. I begin a slow, gentle rhythm, working her carefully while watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her moans grow breathier as I stretch her tender flesh, preparing her body for what's to come.
"Christ, you're so wet," I rasp, marveling at how her body responds to my touch. "So perfect."
I withdraw my finger, bringing it to my mouth to taste her essence. The flavor explodes across my tongue, sweet and musky and uniquely her.
"You taste so fucking good."
Before she can respond, I lower my head and bury my face between her thighs. The first touch of my tongue against her clitdraws a sharp cry from her lips, her hips bucking against my mouth.
I worship her with my tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her most sensitive spots. Her moans grow louder as I work her higher, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady.
When I slide one finger back inside her, she's so aroused that she takes it easily. I pump slowly while my mouth works her clit, feeling her walls flutter.
