But I couldn’t help it.
If showing her attention and giving her naughty bits of praise helped her feel better, I would do it.
Discovering she had something like a praise kink was too exciting of a game to pass on.
And if I started to feel a little more for her, I would just have to keep trying harder to maintain my rigid control of the situation. I could not push her. I had to let her decide how this would go and if she wanted to continue it at all.
The next night, she didn’t even bother to go to her room after cleaning the kitchen. She did it on her own, seeming to like the tidiness of the room, and I wouldn’t stop her from forming that quirk. Any ownership she wanted over this cabin or our routine was fine by me. I’d encourage it. It had to be a positive sign that she was moving past her trauma and healing.
I had only just sat on the couch when she followed me down. Misha was fast asleep. He had been slightly congested—perhaps staying out in the cold playing too much yesterday—and we could both hear his snores through his closed bedroom door.
He wouldn’t be bothering us tonight.
And I was damned glad for it.
Kalina straddled me, kissing me hungrily as if she’d been waiting forever to do so.
I started to think that I had been waiting just as long for someone like her. Not only someone who’d look at me like a hero, but as some kind of salvation.
“I’ve been waiting all fucking day for this,” I murmured against her lips.
She sighed, kissing me harder and looping her arms around my neck. Clinging to me like this, she was an extra tease, rubbing her tits against me.
“All day,” I repeated in a low growl as I lifted my hands to her ass to hold her against me. I had been so careful not to grab her too much out of fear of scaring her off, but when I’d put my hands on her hips and guided her to grind on me, she moaned so filthily that I realized she liked it.
Now, as I cupped her juicy ass, I squeezed and pulled her against the erection trapped under my pants.
“Oh…” She whispered her breathy reaction against my lips, holding on as I rocked her.
Fuck, she was going to be the death of me.
I didn’t know how she could manage going to bed, scared off each night, without any relief. I highly doubted she was making herself come. And I hated that she’d be too nervous to take this any further.
“Like that?” I asked between kisses, gripping her ass again.
Her reply was a greedy kiss.
“You’re such a good girl.” I squeezed again, letting my fingers slope further down and almost tracing the edge of her panties. The impression of them was all too easy to detect beneath the softness of her pajamas. “Such a sexy, good girl, kissing me like this and driving me crazy.”
She let out a low moan at the further press of my fingertips near her pussy. “Feels… too good. Too good to stop.”
“We don’t have to,” I whispered as I redirected my mouth to kiss a path along her neck.
She didn’t reply, but I didn’t hurry her. Between my lips on her skin and the tentative caresses closer to her pussy as she sat on me, I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
But then I hated the idea of her being so pent up with the need to come. There was no way she wasn’t suffering like this. “We don’t have to stop. I want you to feel good.”
She nodded, meeting my gaze as she framed my face to kiss me. “I like this.”
So do I.
Ever so slowly, almost nervously, she lowered one hand until she slid it between us. “And I like how this feels…” She heaved a deep breath as she put her fingers on my erection. “Against me,” she added quietly, as if she was terrified to admit it out loud.
“Fuck.” I dropped my head back as she rubbed me. “So do I. I like how that feels too.”
“Am I… Am I doing it right?” she asked, trying to stroke me.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted her fingers wrapped around my dick. Her mouth. Hell, I was rabid to sink into her pussy, no barriers between us.
