I reward her with a gentle sweep of my lips down her neck.
She rewards me with a roll of her hips.
It’s fucking beautiful. I’m supposed to be downstairs wooing some aristocratic princess.
But they’re all the same. Sure, one is blonde, another brunette. And one might be loud while another isn’t.
But deep down they’ve all known a life of privilege. They’re princesses, not queens.
The woman below me, she is the kind of woman who could fight at a man’s back. She’s a warrioress. And she doesn’t need my strength, she needs my tenderness.
What’s more amazing, I’m capable of giving it. A thing about myself, until this moment, I’d all but forgotten.
I ignore the voice that reasons even this is manipulation. A carefully crafted trap to keep her where I want her, which is here, at my side, the bait for my trap.
It can be both, I argue. I can both want her and use this moment to win the war I’ve been fighting for a decade.
I kiss along her collarbone, running my fingertips over her exposed skin and then down lower, drifting across her nipple.
I feel it pucker under my light touch. Does Katarina like being treated with gentleness?
She rolls her hips again and I meet her movement with a thrust of my own. She lets out a keening moan that changes the tone for both of us as our bodies pick up the tempo.
My fingers reach the edge of her sports bra and push it up, over one breast.
They aren’t large, but they’re high and tight, her pale pink nipple pretty enough to devour.
I bend my head further, dragging my tongue across one and am rewarded with another deep moan, the skin growing even more taut.
Sucking the puckered nipple between my lips, I keep my touches light, resisting the urge to drag my teeth over her soft flesh. Tonight is for gentleness.
Another time…
I push that thought away. There won’t be another time. This is a targeted strike.
Her hips move in a rhythm against mine, the friction of my cock rubbing her clothed clit, clearly doing the job.
I run my tongue around her nipple, as I switch the hand holding her wrists so I can expose the other breast.
“Win,” she gasps as she rolls against me again. I suck her other nipple in my mouth, taking my time before I lift my head.
“What is it, kitten?”
She gives me a small smile even as she gasps in another breath. “Is this…are we…”
“Are we what?”
“I’ve never done this before. Are we going to have sex?”
Realization jolts through me and I lift up, staring down at her. “Katarina.”
She winces then and I realize how harsh my tone sounded. I’m rarely surprised, and she caught me off guard.
Dragging in a deep breath of air, I move closer, my chest coming to hers as I kiss her lips and then kiss them again. “No, kitten, we’re not going to have sex.”
She winces again. “Because I’ve never?”
“We’re not going to have sex because it’s too soon and too complicated,” I say right before I give her a long slow kiss.
