"My turn," she whispers, and then her hands are on me.
Her palms flatten against my chest, and I feel the slight tremor in her fingers as she explores. She traces the lines of my pecs, her touch feather-light at first, then firmer as she grows bolder. Her fingers find my nipples, and when she brushes across them experimentally, I'm surprised by the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me.
"You're so hard," she murmurs, and I'm not sure if she means my muscles or my cock, which is straining against my pants, but both are true. Her hands slide down to my abdomen, tracing each ridge of muscle. "Like you're carved from stone."
Her fingers trail lower, following the line of dark hair that disappears into my waistband, and when she reaches the barrier of fabric, she pauses. I can feel her hesitation, her curiosity, and then her palm presses against the hard length of me through the material.
"Fuck," I hiss, my hips jerking involuntarily into her touch.
She does it again, more deliberately this time, her hand molding around my erection through the fabric. Even through the barrier of cloth, I can feel the heat of her palm, and the pressure makes my vision blur at the edges.
"I want to see you," she says, her voice husky with desire. "All of you."
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and lift my hips to push them down. My cock springs free, hard and heavy, and I watch her face as she takes in the sight of me fully naked for the first time.
Her lips part, her eyes widening slightly, and I see her throat work as she swallows. I'm not a small man—in any respect—and I can see the flicker of nervousness mixed with desire in her expression. My cock juts up from the dark hair at my groin, thick and flushed with blood, the head already glistening with precum.
"Touch me," I tell her, my voice rough. "I want you to touch me."
Her hand reaches out tentatively, and when her fingers wrap around my shaft, we both groan. Her hand is smaller than mine, barely closing all the way around my girth, and the contrast of her delicate fingers against my hard flesh is almost unbearably erotic.
She strokes me slowly, experimentally, her thumb brushing across the sensitive head and spreading the moisture there. The sensation is electric, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. Her touch is curious, exploratory, learning the shape and feel of me. The thick vein on the underside, the way my cock pulses in her grip. The way my hips can't help but move forward, seeking more.
I let her explore for another moment, savoring the exquisite torture of her innocent touch, but when she squeezes slightly and I feel my control starting to slip, I catch her wrist gently.
"My turn," I growl and hook my fingers in the waistband of her makeshift underwear.
I strip away the fabric slowly, revealing her inch by inch. The firelight plays across newly exposed skin and, I sit back on my heels just to look at her. She's laid out before me like a feast, completely bare, her body golden in the firelight.
She lets her legs fall open, and the sight nearly undoes me. Her pussy is flushed and swollen, glistening with wetness, her lips parted slightly in invitation. I can see how aroused she is, how ready, and the knowledge that I did this to her, that her body is responding this way for me, makes possessive satisfaction surge through my chest.
I settle between her thighs, my hands stroking up the smooth skin of her inner legs, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I let my thumbs brush along her outer lips, and she gasps, her hips lifting slightly.
"So wet," I murmur, almost to myself. "So fucking wet for me."
I part her with my thumbs, exposing her fully, and the sight of her pink flesh, slick and swollen, makes my mouth water. I can see her clit, a tight bud peeking out from its hood, and when I brush my thumb across it lightly, her whole body jerks.
"Nikolai," she gasps, her hands fisting in the sand beside her hips. "Stop playing and get down to the business of pleasuring us both."
I do it again, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching her face as pleasure washes over her features. Then I slide one finger lower, through her wetness, feeling how hot she is, how ready. When I press just the tip of my finger inside her, her inner muscles clench around me, and we both groan.
"So tight," I breathe, working my finger deeper. She's incredibly snug around even just one finger, her body gripping me, and I know I can't wait anymore.
I reach down between us, gripping my cock and positioning myself at her entrance. The first breach of her body is overwhelming—tight, hot, wet, perfect. I watch her face as I enter her, inch by slow inch, seeing pleasure flicker across her features. She's so tight around me that I have to pause, let her adjust, even though every instinct is screaming at me to thrust deep.
I work myself deeper, slow and steady, until finally—finally—I'm fully seated inside her, my hips flush against hers. The sensation is so intense, I have to pause just to breathe through it, to keep from losing control immediately.
"Nikolai." My name on her lips is somewhere between a gasp and a growl.
Each thrust is deliberate, measured, letting her feel every inch of me, letting myself feel every inch of her. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, and the slight pain only heightens the intensity of being inside her.
I increase my pace slightly, my hips snapping forward with more force, and the sound of our bodies coming together—skin on skin, wet and rhythmic—mingles with the crackle of the fire and the crash of waves. She's making these small sounds with eachthrust, breathy moans that drive me wild, and I can feel her body starting to tighten around me.
She reaches up to trace the serpent tattoo on my neck, her fingers following the ink down to where it disappears beneath my collarbone. I capture her mouth in a kiss that tastes like desperation and promise, my hips moving faster, deeper, chasing the release that's building at the base of my spine. I can feel her body tightening around me, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically, and I know she's close.
I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb, and the added stimulation makes her cry out against my lips. I circle the sensitive bud in time with my thrusts, feeling her climb higher, her body tensing beneath mine.
"Come for me," I growl against her mouth.
