She flushes deep, but reaches out to cup my face in her palm and smiles into my face. She looks at me through those big eyes of hers, and I know she means every word. “Take all of me. I’m yours.”
My heart seems to stop at that moment.
Here’s this innocent, painfully gorgeous woman offering herself to me…Nothing has ever humbled me more.
“Natalya…” I whisper huskily, stretching myself out above her. I tuck a hand beneath her left leg, wrapping it around my waist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She slides her hands up my chest, looks into my eyes and smiles softly. “I know.”
I lock my gaze to hers, slowly nudging the tip of my cock into her slippery heat. Her body resists my intrusion at first, a thin ring of flesh denying my access. Then, with the slightest thrust of my hips, I break through.
Her eyes fly wide open, and she gasps, then squeezes her eyes shut, biting her bottom lip. And it strikes me as unfair somehow that what feels so indescribably good to me is causing her pain.
“Easy, honey.” I hold myself still inside her—no easy task. She’s so slick and impossibly tight, the head of my cock teased by overwhelming sensations.
Every instinct I have urges me to drive deeper, to bury myself in her snug warmth, the first stirrings of orgasm tugging at my belly.
But this is about her, about pleasing her, about giving her everything I can give her, because what she’s given me—Jesus! —what she’s just given me is priceless, far beyond anything I deserve.
“I’m fine,” she murmurs, her body relaxing a little. “I promise,” she adds when she sees I look unconvinced.
“I’m sorry.” I stroke her hair, raining kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, her forehead, hoping that’ll ease some of her discomfort.
“It’s not bad, really,” she says, chuckling softly.
Watching her face, I withdraw slowly, then nudge myself inside her again, and again, going deeper each time, gradually stretching her past the pain until she takes me completely.
The sensation of being completely sheathed by her warmth is overwhelmingly good.
I moan, whisper her name, my body shaking. “Oh,lepestok, you feel so…Jesus Christ.”
And then I begin to move in deep, slow thrusts, stroking the hidden places inside her. She moans my name, her back arching on the bed as she slides her hands up the sweat-slick planes of my chest, over the curves of my shoulders, and down the tense muscles of my back.
“Oh, yes, Viktor! Yes! Yes, please!”
The words spill out of her in a breathless rush, then her body draws taut, her moans stretch into a harsh cry as a powerful orgasm takes over her body. I continue moving inside her, my hips thrusting hard, and fast. She cries out, her nails instinctively digging into my back as she fights to hold on, her teeth sink into my shoulder, her inner muscles clenching around me.
I groan, my pace quickening as I whisper harshly into her ear; “That’s right,lepestok! Come for me!”
But it’s me falling over the edge.
My breath catches as my control shatters. My body starts to shudder as I come apart in her arms, losing myself inside her with a deep groan.
Chapter Five
Natalya
The moment I open my eyes the next morning, I register the delicious ache between my thighs
The memory of the previous night floods my head.
My first time—and it was a thousand times better than anything I’ve ever imagined.
I stretch slowly, letting out a small wince followed by a silly chuckle as heat rises on my cheeks.
Okay, pull yourself together, Natalya.
Viktor is still asleep beside me—at least, he looks asleep. One arm is thrown over his head, the other resting on my waist possessively, like some part of him refuses to let me drift too far even in unconsciousness. The blanket is low on his hips, barely covering anything. His chest rises and falls in slow, steady rhythm, all strong lines and sculpted muscle, his skin warm with the early morning light sliding across it.
