Driven with the need to stroke his tongue against her pussy, he somehow tore his mouth from hers, feathering kisses along her jaw and down the long, elegant column of her neck. Everything about her was elegant, right down to her slender fingers.
She slid them against his scalp, through his closely cropped hair as he moved lower, lower, lower… She moaned as he sucked on a taut nipple.
He lifted his head, watching her reaction. Everything about her was real, right down to her sensual moans. He loved that none of this was scripted, that she was truly enjoying herself. He sucked just a little harder, wanting to see what her reaction would be. He wasn’t sure how much experience she had at all so he needed this to be memorable for her.
“Viktor…” Her fingers tightened as she arched her back, trying to shove herself deeper in his mouth.
He groaned against her soft skin, gently palmed her other full breast. She was like the sweetest offering, a dessert he wanted to savor all night. His first time had been with an escort even if he hadn’t known it. This was nothing like that. This was…heaven.
His cock was heavy between his legs, aching to fill her body.
But he couldn’t screw this up. He needed her wet and begging for him, so turned on that the bite of pain when he entered her wouldn’t matter. He had no clue how much it would hurt—he just had to make this good for her and hope it minimized her discomfort later.
Taking him by surprise, she shoved at his head. “You’re killing me,” she rasped out. Her body writhed under his in the most sensual way, her legs clenching around his waist, her grip tight.
She was basically rubbing herself against him, looking for a release—one he was going to give her with his mouth, fingers, cock.
He moved down to her belly, layered more kisses along the flat plane of her stomach as she lifted her hips, silently begging him for more.
She might be a virgin but she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He wondered if she’d ever had someone go down on her, but didn’t want to ask for a multitude of reasons. This time was just about them.
Crouched between her legs, he kept his gaze pinned to hers as he hooked his finger in her panties and began dragging them down her smooth, tanned legs. She had fine, pale blonde hair on her mound. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded. “Say the words.” Because he needed to hear them. Some primal part of him wanted her to spell it out.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Kiss me.”
“Where?” He wasn’t sure why he was pushing, but he wanted to hear the word on her lips. He’d push her more, later, once she was ready. For now, he just wanted to hear—
“My pussy.” She whispered the words, as if someone might overhear.
He jerked at hearing the words roll off her tongue, wanted to capture her mouth again and plunge right into her, but first…
He inhaled her sweet scent as he ran a finger down her slick folds. She was soaked, and the knowledge did something primal to him. She made him feel like a fucking caveman with the need to claim her, to make sure everyone knew that this sensual woman was his.
Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over the tiny bud already swollen and peeking out from her folds.
She jerked against him, a shudder racking her.
“So sensitive,” he murmured before teasing her with his tongue again, this time with more pressure.
Her hips rolled against his face as he continued kissing and licking her clit. The moaning sounds she made were the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. She wasn’t acting. This wasn’t a show for him. This was her completely enjoying herself. Her fingers dug into his head and he savored the nip of pain.
When he finally slid a finger inside her, he shuddered at her slickness. She was so damn reactive and this was all for him. He knew he shouldn’t care that she’d never been with anyone, and if she had, he wouldn’t have given a shit. But to know he was going to be her first made him crazy.
Made him feel honored in a way he was certain he didn’t deserve.
But he could be the right man for her. That he knew with a bone-deep certainty. He could give her everything she wanted, take care of her, keep her safe. He knew that no one was entirely safe but he’d make damn sure she had the best of everything.
As he slid another finger into her, she groaned. “Viktor, more. Please.” The sweet way she begged made him crazy.
He decided to stop teasing. She was so wet she’d be able to take him fully. But he needed her to come first. She had to have pleasure before that pain. He wouldn’t allow anything else.
Increasing the pressure of his tongue, he circled her pulsing clit, relished the way she writhed against his face, her cries growing louder as he teased her. He moved his fingers in and out of her, her tight sheath clenching around his fingers quicker and quicker.
She was close.
He needed her to come. Needed it so bad he was practically shaking.