The V Girl: A coming of age story

by Mya Robarts

  His mouth travels south until it reaches my ankles. Then it slides up my leg slowly until he’s nibbling my inner thigh.

  Aleksey’s muscular arm reaches behind my back to lift my hips into the air. He keeps my body arched as his lips repeat the sensual trajectory up and down my other leg. Aleksey lifts my leg and puts it on his shoulder to better accommodate his head. I love his strength and the way he’s using it to move my body. Alternating nibbles and laps of his warm tongue on my inner thighs, he is slowly getting close to the apex of my thighs.

  “Hmm.” He kisses the sides of my hips. “What do we have here? Did you wrap yourself as a gift for me, Lila?” he says, tearing teasingly at the tie of my underwear. “I love your … garments.”

  I pant. “I made them myself for you and—” He softly inserts two of his fingers in my mouth. After the initial surprise, I suck them eagerly.

  His now-moist, deft fingers caress my already-wet folds. The satisfied noise coming from the back of his throat tells me he’s pleased. “Good job.”

  Aleksey’s voice is so full of pride that I know he’s talking about the fact that I’m so ready. He knows that he did this to me, and his smiling face shows joyful triumph. In a slow movement, he unties one side of my underwear and kisses the exposed skin of my hip. He takes his time untying the other side with his teeth, nibbling my skin along the way.

  I’m completely naked now, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable.

  The next thing I know, he’s naked, too, and he’s sucking my nipple. Waves of heated pleasure flash across my skin. His lips trail a path down my chest to my stomach, then to my mound of Venus, where he rubs his stubble before sucking the skin gently.

  He pulls down his hands to part my folds, leaving my most sensitive area ready and exposed to his tongue. A sudden flush of embarrassment makes me raise my arm to shield my eyes as he takes a good look at my most intimate parts.

  Aleksey grasps my arm, pulling it back. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he murmurs as his tongue laps at my lower lips. “Looking at you—this is surreal. So beautiful.”

  Sitting on his heels, he effortlessly wraps my legs around his shoulders. I’m hanging upside down from his massive torso like an acrobat. My shoulders and head are resting on the rug and my arms are over my head. With one arm, he keeps my balance on his body. With his finger, he caresses and opens my lips to create easier access for his warm, moist tongue.

  He hums into my folds, making pleasure run through my body. His erection sears my skin, making me aware that he’s getting satisfaction from driving me crazy with his mouth.

  Aleksey kisses the area softly; he flips his tongue and sucks my sensitive lips gently. Relentlessly.

  And then his tongue finds my most sensitive spot.

  “Ah! A-Aleksey.”

  Deliberately, he blows. As I writhe violently, my legs stiffen. He alternates his flapping, flaming tongue with hungry lips that devour and press my now-engorged nub.

  I cry out. The sensations are more than I can take. My muscles tense, my toes curl. I don’t want him to stop, but this is becoming too much. I feel a delicious tension building inside me. I squirm and my insides start to quiver.

  Finally, he increases the pressure of his suction on my clit. Pleasure—scorching, sheer, exquisite pleasure—sweeps over me, and I explode. I try to muffle the vocal expressions of my ecstasy by biting my hand, but he takes my wrist.

  “Let me hear you,” he says as he kisses each of my finger pads gently.

  General Fürst is a very generous lover who keeps taking care of me. Many times.

  Still sitting on his heels, he scoops me into his massive arms and cradles me. Aleksey kisses me sweetly as I slowly start to descend from heaven.

  “You’re so relaxed, so deliciously lubricated.” He hums as he places feather-like kisses on my shoulders. “It’ll be less painful now that you’re so ready for me. Do you want me to continue?”

  I press my forehead against his muscular chest and nod.

  57

  Her one and only

  Aleksey carries me across the room. He gently lays me on the bed, my butt on the edge of it, and kneels on the floor in front of me.

  I look at his erection nervously. Like the rest of his body, it is large, hard, and rough.

  He leans in to kiss me, and I forget that I’m nervous. In a swift move, he puts his hands on my knees, bending them, spreading them gently.

  “Look at me.”

  I obey. The expression on his face is hungry, almost predatory, as he settles between my legs. My breath comes in loud pants.

  I gasp when I feel my Aleksey—my stoic, older general—slowly rubbing against my folds, coating the tip of his erection in my wetness. I squirm under his torture.

  Still keeping my knees spread apart, he bends his body to kiss my mouth. “Even with your extraordinary, wet response, this will hurt. Tell me when it becomes too much.”

  I feel him at my entrance for what seems like an eternity. I’m enjoying the feel of his erection rubbing against my most sensitive spots.

  “Relax. Deep breaths,” he commands while gently kissing my face, sensually sliding his hands all over my legs.

  I breathe in and out, relaxing my body. Has it been seconds? Minutes?

  Then a pinching sensation.

  “Ow, ow, ow!” My body involuntarily retreats a little.

  “Relax,” he says through clenched teeth. He seems to be fighting to control his sexual urges.

  As he kisses my mouth and then my nipples, I inhale and exhale deeply. Aleksey pushes the first thick inch of himself against my tight virgin walls, spreading me open. Every time I exhale, he inches in a bit more. I whimper at the foreign sensation, opening my eyes wide.

  I don’t want to admit that I’ve reached my limit, but he reads it in my body. Aleksey stops moving and concentrates instead on pleasuring the rest of my body while he’s half-buried inside me.

  We’ve kissed before, but never at this level of eroticism, passion, and closeness. His lips and hands have never felt as hot on my skin as they do now. He’s leaving marks all over my upper body, making me writhe in pleasure. I was already wet, but now I’m dripping. It doesn’t seem physically possible, but he’s growing inside me with each kiss, with each touch.

  Adoring me. Stretching me.

  He inches slowly, pausing constantly to give my body time to accommodate him. I take a sharp breath, my eyes clamped shut. My nails dig into his back as Aleksey begins to enter farther into me, the pain ripping through my body as it spreads to engulf his erection. Half-contented, half-pained whimpers escape from me each time he moves.

  Aleksey speaks into my neck, his heated breath tingling my skin. “Don’t tense,” he orders in his hoarse, deep voice that makes me melt in desire.

  “Relax, Lila.”

  He soothes the pain with a lingering kiss, and I open my eyes, feeling myself relaxing. I glance at our reflection in the mirror. I love the sight of him taking away my virginity, his beautiful eyes closed against the side of my neck, my body lying vulnerable under him. As desire spreads through me, I feel myself opening for him. The pain turns into a not-unpleasant discomfort.

  When he’s finally deep inside, Aleksey lifts his head. He glances up and down at me, sliding his hands through my hair and looking into my eyes. His pupils dilate. There’s a mix of triumph and tenderness in his eyes.

  “You look gorgeous sprawled underneath me.” His breathing is ragged. “Breathless … that look of awe and tenderness on your beautiful face.” His voice is raspy, and his eyes seem to be memorizing my face. “Your beautiful green eyes wide open, full of fire, while I’m buried deep inside you.”

  We stay like that for a long time, looking into each other’s eyes. Despite the discomfort, I have never felt so close to him, and I feel my love for him growing. Similar feelings seem to burn inside him. The way he’s looking at me now blends adoration, love, and lust all in one. I wouldn’t change this moment for anything. Aleksey hasn’t ev
er looked more gorgeous than he is now, when it’s obvious that he’s fighting his need to start moving to make this a less painful experience for me.

  He leans in to kiss me. His hands roam sensually over my body before he returns to my knees to open me even wider. As his kiss gains intensity, my excitement builds and my body wiggles in pleasure. And he hasn’t even started to move yet! Can I have another orgasm just from this?

  When he feels that I’m ready, Aleksey pulls back slowly, making us both relish the agonizing, exquisite friction. He thrusts forward again, and I scream my lungs out. The pain is back, and I can’t decide if this is more pleasure or agony. All I know is that I don’t want him to stop.

  A feral growl rises from deep in his throat as he eases back one more time. He groans and slowly thrusts again. And again. Each time, he catches a slow, sensual rhythm. Each time is less uncomfortable and more delicious.

  “Oh, Lila. You feel … hmm,” he says through gritted teeth. It seems as if he’s using every ounce of his self-control to not speed up.

  I look at him in awe and then take a look at the mirror. My breasts are jiggling up and down in response to his thrusts. The sight of his taut, muscular butt tightening and flexing as he moves in and out of me makes the pressure in my core build. His hands leave my knees to grasp my head and kiss me.

  It’s all too much. The feeling of fullness, the searing heat of our bodies connecting as if we were matching pieces of a puzzle. The notion that even though he’s taking it slow with me, he’s still rough enough to make me feel like he’s claiming me as his.

  The exquisite sensations keep building. In a desperate attempt to hold on to something, my nails dig into his bulky biceps. I’m soaring to a high place, and I’m about to fall. My overheated body tightens and then releases in waves of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. The feeling is so intense that I arch my back before I collapse on the mattress.

  Aleksey kisses me deeply, muffling my whimpers. He rests his head next to mine. Against the skin of my neck, his lips murmur how good I’m making him feel. How amazing I am. Beads of sweat cover his ruggedly handsome face.

  I want to give pleasure to this man I love so much. Kegel exercises. His size, my tightness. I start to clench. To caress, to press.

  He groans in pleasure and surprise. “Lila!”

  The walls are closing in on him now in a firmer manner. I feel him shuddering. He finds his release, calling my name, emptying himself inside me. Aleksey’s hulky body collapses over mine, and his sounds of pleasure are music to my ears.

  The fire has long extinguished; the moon shines through the translucent ceiling, casting a strange glow on our glistening skin. The soft murmur of the ocean harmonizes with our ragged breaths. He stays inside me for a while, breathing harshly against the side of my neck. I feel his smile against my skin.

  “Even in sex, you’re defiant. I love that, Lila. I love you.”

  I gasp. He falls asleep, still inside me. I never imagined I’d hear those words like this, with an older military man buried inside me, both of us naked in our post-coital bliss. It isn’t exactly romantic, but because it’s my Aleksey, it’s … perfect.

  Later, when he finally pulls out, it hurts, both physically and emotionally. I miss the warm connection between our bodies already. He kisses me and pulls me against his chest.

  The whole experience was incredible, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I feel gloriously spent and grateful. In every touch, in every sound, I felt his love spilling over my body, mind, and soul. Even after he leaves, I’ll always remember him as the man who made this moment so special. I adore him, and I know I would do anything to please this man who taught my body how to feel alive.

  Up to this point, we had shared bits of human touch, but there’s a connection in the sexual touch that we couldn’t have gotten any other way. There are feelings that we can express better through our skin. Through our bodies.

  I look at the moon above me and keep smiling until the ocean’s song lulls me to sleep.

  58

  Hope and Love

  The warmth of a beam of sunlight on my naked back wakes me up. I try to rise, but strong arms cage me in, keeping me prisoner.

  “Are you going to run away, sweet girl?” Aleksey mumbles, still sleepy. “Now that you took what you wanted?”

  I giggle. “I could ask the same. You dishonored me. I’ve surrendered, and, traditionally, it’s your turn to bolt and never appear again. Is this the last I’ll see of you, Prince Aleksey?”

  “Don’t delude yourself. I have wanted you since the day I met you,” he whispers, smelling my hair. “You make the most delicious sex noises—whimpers and, at times, little mewls. You drive me crazy. I won’t ever have enough of you.”

  I snuggle against his chest contentedly and take a look at the breathtaking sight of the ocean as the sun shines off its surface. His fingers travel lazily up and down my spine. We stay like that for a while. When I look up, the beauty of the ocean pales in comparison to the magnificence of those blue eyes full of love for me.

  “How do you feel?” he asks huskily.

  My cheeks burn. “It’ll sound corny.”

  “Tell me anyway.”

  “Reborn and grateful.”

  “Reborn?”

  “As if my life has just started now.” I take a look at the sea, not sure how to put my feelings into words. “Everything looks new. Don’t laugh, but … the sky seems to have brighter colors, and the sunlight seems to have a different shine. I feel as though I understand what life is about for the first time.” I sigh loudly. “It’s an illusion, of course. I’m not any wiser, and the sun is just the same. The difference is that you make me feel happy and grateful to be alive.”

  He grins with a boyish charm. Who is this smiling guy, and where’s my serious, brooding Aleksey?

  “Then I must be corny, too. I feel exactly the same way.”

  I wiggle uncomfortably. Hearing those words wakes bittersweet emotions. It’s heaven to hear how he feels, but saying goodbye to him will crush me now. It’s time to ask what I’ve been dreading all along. “How long until you leave?”

  “A week.”

  I cringe, and my chest hurts. I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.

  “There are doubts about my neutrality, and I’ve been assigned to the management of New Norfolk Military Academy.”

  New Norfolk Island is on the other side of the country and is presently regulated by UNNO. It’ll remain a neutral territory until the war ends and the Patriots and Nationalists have agreed how to divide territories. That’s where my family is heading for Olmo’s treatment. Perhaps my family will see Aleksey from time to time. It’ll be a relief to know that he’ll still be a part of my life, even if it’s from afar. It’s heartbreaking to be the one who’ll stay.

  He loves me, so it’s only natural that talking about our final goodbye brings back his usual scowl. But when he speaks, I realize his mind is somewhere else.

  “I might as well quit. I’m not neutral anymore,” he says, his bulky muscles tensing. “I hate recruitment as much as you do. We UNNO officers aren’t supposed to interfere with the sovereignty of Americans.” He glares at the ocean as though the blue waves were responsible for the recruitment. “But I hate what Nat and Patriot troops do, what they have done to you. To us.”

  “They didn’t violate your mother, too, did they?”

  His face hardens, and I regret my lack of tact. “Not while I was with her.”

  I don’t know what to say. It’s he who breaks the silence.

  “Lila, you think recruitment is the worst thing that could happen to you, but there’s another form of abuse that people rarely talk about.”

  I look at him questioningly.

  “Forced marriage. That’s what happened to my mother.”

  I stare at him in shock. Noticing my expression, he cradles me in his arms. “My mother was an illegal German immigrant. My father was a wealthy American merchant with a military past who
sold guns to the army. As punishment for staying in the country illegally, my father recruited her as a vassal at a time when the country wasn’t yet divided and recruitment wasn’t legal.”

  As he tells his story, I notice that his accent fades. At times, it disappears. Who would have thought that he was half-American?

  “He was obsessed with her and took her as his wife. He’d had a rough, violent life and didn’t know how to express his passion without hurting her. His possessiveness was his way of demonstrating his love, but it was a cruel, twisted way for her.

  “I’m—” He sighs. “A child of rape.” When he says this, my heart sinks. “She wasn’t submissive and never returned his love, so my father, hurt and determined to get over her, traded her to another master, not knowing that she was pregnant. When I was born, she escaped to Germany, taking me with her.”

  I open my mouth to ask a question, but then think better of it.

  “My father had other wives and had fathered other children, so it took a while before he realized that she was gone.” Aleksey shakes his head sadly. “But when he found out about me, he crossed continents to bring me back.”

  Without releasing me from his embrace, he sits up and speaks in a toneless voice. “He killed my stepfather, Otto Fürst, and—”

  “Oh, no!”

  Aleksey shakes his head. “I wouldn’t feel sorry for Otto. He was another advocate of marital rape. Besides, he hit my mother and me. When I turned nine, I was taller and stronger than Otto was. I defended my mother and beat the hell out of him. Otto made a deal with me. He would leave my mother alone if I endured his beatings.” His fist clenches. “I accepted. Little did I know that the weasel had made a similar treaty with my mother. Otto kept hitting us both in secret, and we kept accepting it because we thought we were protecting the other.”

  I kiss his chest. These memories hurt him, and I wish that I could make him feel better. His hulky body shudders at the contact, and his arms tighten around me.

  We stay like that for a while, listening to each other’s hearts.