"You have nothing to apologize for."
Silence falls. I just look at her, at this woman who should hate me, who has every reason to hate me, but who's looking at me like I'm worth something more than the violence I've built my life on.
She leans in slowly, giving me time to pull away, her eyes still fixed on mine.
I don't.
Her lips touch mine, soft and tentative. It's not demanding or seductive. Despite everything we've already done, it's almost… innocent.
I kiss her back, and it's different from every other time we've kissed. There's no desperation, no anger, no need to dominate or control. It's just—gentle.
She makes a small sound against my mouth, and I pull her closer, deepening the kiss. She comes willingly, her hands sliding up to cup my face.
We kiss like that for a long time, slow and tender, like we have all the time in the world, like there's no war, no captivity, no impossible situation trapping us both. I don't know if I've ever kissed a woman like this before, so slowly and gently. I'll have memorized the shape of her mouth by the end of it—the bow at the top of her lip, the way the bottom one pushes out just a little. How delicate her tongue feels against mine. The moment she slides them together, her hand resting on my knee as I taste salt and the sweetness of her mouth, my cock goes from hardening to so stiff it fucking hurts.
When I finally pull back, we're both breathing hard. "Andrei," she whispers.
I can't say anything. I can't fucking think. I kiss her again, burying my hands in her hair, dragging my mouth over hers so I can hear her little gasps and whimpers as I kiss her more thoroughly than I've ever kissed any woman. My heart is beating hard, and I can't let myself think about this too long, or I'll fucking panic.
This isn't just desire. Isn't just attraction or lust or the forbidden thrill of wanting something I shouldn't have. This is something else.
Her hands slide up under my shirt, and I shrug it off, breaking the kiss for only a second as I sit there on the bed next to her. I want to take her clothes off, but the moment I do, I don't know how long I'll be able to go on kissing her like this. For the first time in my life, I want it to go on and on, and I don't want it to end.
Her hand comes down to fumble with my belt, and I let her. Before I fully realize what she's doing, her hand is in my pants, fingers sliding into my boxer briefs to tug me free. She slips my cock out, her hand wrapping around it, and I let out a sharp hiss of pleasure as I feel the soft skin of her palm rub against the underside of the tip.
"You're so hard," she whispers. "It's all wet."
My hand clutches in her hair, pulling her closer, her forehead against mine as I brush my nose against hers. "That's what you do to me,ptitsa," I whisper hoarsely. "You get me so fucking hard. Feel me fucking leaking for you? Christ, I come more for you than I ever have for anyone."
She lets out a soft mewl of pleasure, arching toward me as her hand strokes down my shaft. "Show me," she breathes, and I groan.
"I want to be inside of you."
Her eyes meet mine, and there's a flicker of mischief in them. "You can't come more than once?"
"Fuck." I groan as her hand starts working me in earnest, long, slow strokes to the base and back up to my leaking tip that make me feel like I'm going to come already. Her palm rubs over the piercings, shifting them beneath the skin, andGod, it feels so fucking good. "I'll come as many times as you want me to,ptitsa."
She lets out a soft moan, her mouth capturing mine again in another of those gentle kisses as her hand works my cock. I sit there, helpless, wondering how the fuck this feels so good. I haven't been so close to coming from a woman's hand on my cock since I was a teenager, butChrist, her fingers feel so good. She uses my pre-cum to slick the shaft, her hand twisting up and down, palm cupping over the tip as my hips roll forward and try to thrust into her fist. She plays with the piercings as her fingrs slide back down, teasing them back and forth, and my vision blurs from the pleasure, the intensity of it almost too much.
I grab her pajama top in one hand, fisting the material and dragging it over her head, andGod, her tits are so fucking perfect. Just a handful, topped with perky pink nipples, already hardening in the cool air of the room.
I can't stop myself. I lean down as she works my cock with her hand, dragging one nipple into my mouth. Liesl moans as my tongue rolls around it, and my hips thrust up, fucking her hand as I suck on her breast. Her back arches, her hand curling around the back of my neck, and that's all I can take.
My cock jerks, stiffens, and spurts. I pull back from her breast just in time to watch myself spurt hot cum all over her belly and tits, painting her skin with it as she gasps and keeps stroking.
I groan, wrapping my hand in her hair again as I watch my cock erupt. It goes on for longer than it fucking should, considering this was just a handjob, and when the last of it finally spills from the tip, I urge her backward onto the bed, grabbing the edge of her shorts and pulling them off.
I'm still almost entirely hard, but I want to fucking taste her. I want to make her come, and I want to feel her gripping my cock when I push into her.
"Lay back,ptitsa," I murmur, my gaze dragging hotly over her naked body, my cum pooling and gleaming against her skin. "I'm going to make you come as hard as you just did for me."
Liesl lets out a soft gasp, her back arching as I skim my hands down her hips, taking her panties with me. When I spread her thighs, I can see her glistening already even in the low light, her pussy puffy and swollen already with arousal.
She moans when I use my thumbs to spread her apart, exposing the pink, swollen clit that's waiting for my tongue.
I'm already hard as fuck again by the time I bend down and press my lips to her pussy. She smells and tastes so sweet, and I drag my tongue along her slit, lapping up as much of her arousal as I can on my way up to where she needs it the most.
Liesl lets out a small, whimpering cry as my tongue circles her clit the first time. I go slow, fighting every ravenous instinct in my body, memorizing the taste and softness of her pussy theway I did with her mouth. I relish the way her hips arch up into me with every stroke of my tongue, the arch of her back, the way her hands claw at the sheets and then at my hair and my shoulders as I push her higher. I grip her thighs, keeping her spread apart for me, fully open, picking up the pace with my tongue as I feel her get closer and closer to going over the edge.
