"I can." I slide my hands down to her shoulders, feeling the tension in her body. "Right now. Let me prove it to you."
She blinks, confused. "What?"
"Take off your robe." My voice drops, rough with need. "And lie back on the bed."
Her eyes widen. "Kazimir, I don't think?—"
"I'm going to make you come." I hold her gaze, letting her see the hunger in my eyes, the desperate need to show her what she does to me. "I'm going to touch you. Taste you. Make you fall apart on my tongue. And I won't touch myself. Not once."
"What?" She looks genuinely shocked now.
"No matter how hard I get—and I will get hard,dorogoy, I'm already half-hard just thinking about it—I won't touch myself. I won't make myself come. This will be entirely about you. Your pleasure. Nothing else."
She stares at me like I've lost my mind. "Why would you?—"
"Because I need you to understand." I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. "I need you to feel how much I want you. How much I want to give you pleasure just for the sake of it. No expectations. No reciprocation. Just you, coming apart for me."
I feel her shiver, feel the way her body responds even as her mind tries to resist.
"I don't..." she trails off, uncertain.
"Say yes, Svetlana." I pull back enough to look at her. "Let me worship you the way you deserve."
For a long moment, she just looks at me. Then, slowly, her hands move to the tie of her robe.
"Okay," she whispers.
The word sends a bolt of pure need through me. I help her with the robe, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it pool on the floor. Underneath, she's wearing nothing but a pale blue lace bralette and matching panties, and my cock instantly strains at the front of my zipper, aching with a need that’s nearly painful.
But I meant what I said. I don’t care if my balls ache for a week—I won’t touch myself. Only her.
"Lie back," I repeat gently.
She does, and I take a moment just to look at her—her pale hair spread across the pillow, her body slender and taut and willowy, her chest rising and falling with quick, nervous breaths.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, moving to kneel on the bed at her feet. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
She doesn't answer, just watches as I run my hands up her calves, over her knees, up to the edge of her panties on her hips. The sight of her bare skin, like silk under my hands, makes my cock throb.
I'm going to keep my promise. I'm not going to touch myself. But fuck, it's going to be torture.
I reach up, hands gliding up her waist, her ribs, until I reach her bra. I unhook it deftly, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside, and I lean in to brush my lips over her pale pink nipples.
A shudder runs through her entire body, and she gasps. I slide my tongue over them, teasing them to hard peaks as she shivers and lets out a small whimper, and then I reach down, tugging her panties down her hips until she’s completely bare for me.
Between her thighs, there’s a soft dusting of pale blonde hair. She sees my gaze drop to her pussy, and she flushes.
“I didn’t… They used to make me shave, I didn’t want to…”
“I don’t care,” I tell her firmly. “I’ll eat your pussy bare or not, and I’ll be hard as hell while I do it. But don’t think about anything else, Svetlana. Just this. Focus on me. On what I’m doing to you right now.”
I spread her legs gently, settling between them, and press a kiss to the inside of her knee. She gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"Relax," I tell her, kissing higher. "Let me take care of you."
I take my time, trailing kisses up her inner thigh, savoring the way she trembles beneath my touch. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, breathing in the scent of her arousal.
"Already wet for me," I murmur approvingly. "Good girl."
