Her eyes flutter close.
I slide down the couch, slowly dragging my hand down her shoulder, over the curve of her breasts, and her stomach to her thighs.
“Viktor—” she breathes.
“Let me see you, my love,” I murmur, gently pushing her legs apart. She has on lacy white panties that almost undo me. I hook a finger into the band and pull them down slowly, watching her face, loving how her blush deepens and how her eyes dilate in anticipation.
“Natalya,” I whisper when, throwing the panties aside as I feast my eyes on her pink, moist folds. “You’re beautiful.”
Color floods her cheeks. She tries to close her legs but I apply gentle pressure.
“No hiding,” I say softly. “Not from me.”
I push her knees apart gently and lie down between her legs, then I lower my mouth to her, simply unable to resist the temptation.
She gasps, her hands flying to my hair. She tries to wiggle her legs close but I hold her in place, sliding my tongue over her clit, licking her with the barest touch. A soft moan escapes her, her hands tightening in my hair.
I pull away, place a kiss on her inner thigh and smile up at her. “You need to relax if you want to enjoy this,lepestok. Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head, her blush deepening. “N-no, I like it— it just feels…strange.”
“Not for long,” I say with a smirk then lower my mouth back to her, kissing her thighs until I feel her body relax beneath me. Then I close my mouth over her again, tasting her, teasing.
I slide my tongue past her slippery lips, pushing gently into her. She gasps, sighing when I pull back out and thrust again. I continue to tongue-fuck her, very slowly, the I speed up, adding more pressure.
“Damn, you’re so sweet,” I murmur, sucking gently on her clit.
She whimpers, her body tensing up and breaking into a sudden tremor.
I raise my head, watching her sweet face process her very first erection and the sight is so damn erotic that I can’t help butstroke my cock. I’m so damn hard and the sight of her wet virgin pussy isn’t helping matters. It takes everything in me not to drive my cock into her right now.
But I know she isn’t ready and that’s the only thing holding me back.
I spit into my hand and start to pump myself. Hard and fast. She watches me, her eyes wide with awe and an unabashed lust that fuels my pleasure. And before I know it, I’m tumbling over the edge, right onto her stomach. And she’s right there…watching, looking at where I’ve marked her. Like she’s mine.I want her to be mine.
“That was…majestic. You were so beautiful.”
“What?”
I don’t know whether to laugh or curse. No one has ever called me beautiful—it probably never occurred to anyone.
But I can tell she’s dead serious.
“And you will be the death of me,lepestok,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
I help her sit up and she murmurs a soft thank you. She’s still a little breathless, her cheeks flushed, her lashes damp. She looks beautifully undone.
“Stay here,” I whisper.
She nods weakly.
I go to the kitchen, grab a warm towel, and return to her. I clean her gently, carefully. She watches me the whole time, eyes wide and soft, still floating somewhere between reality and bliss.
When I’m done, I cup her cheek. “You’re okay?”
She nods again. “Yes. More than okay.”
Her voice wobbles, and something in my chest cracks open. She tries to stand, but her knees give a little. Before she can fall, I scoop her into my arms. She lets out a tiny gasp and instinctively curls against my chest.
