"I just- I've never had a boyfriend before, okay? I don't know what I'm doing with… boys. Let alone men like him. He's… so handsome, and manly and… my God, you should see his muscles."
Eva laughed. "You worry too much, Mia. You are beautiful and I am positive he will be happy to show you, if you want him to. Listen to yourself. How could he resist?"
I squinted at her. "You think so?"
"I know so. No man ever looked at a woman like that and thought that he wished she wasn't a virgin. All his Christmases will come at once."
I bit my lip, suddenly totally unsure. Eva was talking about me losing my virginity, just because I liked the guy, when I'd always had this fairytale notion that the only man I'd ever sleep with would be my husband. I had a feeling she wouldn't stop laughing at me if I told her that.
She might not have been that much older than me, but both Eva and Maria both seemed so much more worldly. I never thought I'd consider myself sheltered coming from New York, but maybe Mom was right to worry. I'd known nothing but the inside of exclusive ballet schools for all of my childhood, right through my teens with barely any time off to get into the kind of trouble normal kids my age always found themselves in. Was nineteen the age I had to let that fantasy go, now that I was out in the big bad world, all by myself?
I took a breath. "I guess a party would be kind of fun."
She beamed. "I think so too."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mia
"I couldn't stop thinking about you last night." Valentin's voice was husky and deep and he looked like he'd barely slept, but same as always, there he was at the studio, wrapped up in his sports gear.
I felt my eyes rove over him with a new appreciation for the strength of his body and the feel of his muscles close up. Last night, I couldn't get our kiss in the elevator out of my head, and after everything Eva and I had talked about, all I wanted was his body up against mine. Before he'd left for Siberia there had been no hiding the strength of his desire for me, and I wouldn't have wanted him to hide it. I didn't want him to hide it now.
"Me neither," I murmured, feeling my cheeks heat as I looked to the ground. I'd planned to come in here and get on with my morning routine just the same as normal, but I was kidding myself. I couldn't do that. Nothing about this morning was normal.
Last night, with him coming back and tossing Yuri out just for me; now knowing that it had been him sending me the flowers after all; that the note he'd sent me had disappeared, everything had changed.
As soon as Valentin had kissed me that first time in the elevator, I had known that one way or another, I was going to give myself to him. Nothing could have felt more deeply right than the way I wanted him, and I didn't think I could ignore the strength of longing for him that went right through me every time we were near. I didn't want to ignore it any longer. This felt like a second chance, and I wanted to grab onto it with both hands.
"I could have killed Yuri for what he said about you."
When I looked up again, Valentin was right next to me, and I drew in a breath as he squared his body up to mine. He had the most broad shoulders I'd ever seen and I already knew that in his arms I felt safer than I'd ever felt with anyone in my life. Maria had to be wrong about him. Whatever he was mixed up in, whatever his business was, Valentin was a decent man. So much more decent than her boyfriend had turned out to be.
Or maybe the truth of it was that I didn't care about what she thought, because I wanted to make my own mind up. "Maria should never have interfered."
I met his eyes and he leaned down, hands finding my hips as his lips closed over mine, and I let out a little groan. A thunderbolt of a thrill went through me as he moved forward and my back hit the mirrored wall and the ballet barre around the edge of the room, making me arch my back against it.
My brain was blank of everything except the deep need I felt for him. The same need that hadn't abated since last night, since earlier in the week, if I was being honest about it. In my room, all alone, I'd laid back on my bed and thought about what Valentin was doing on the floor above. Guiltily I'd let my fingers stroke over my tingling sex, biting down hard on my lip to stop myself from making any sound at all that my roommates might overhear as I drove myself to climax thinking about what would have happened if Valentin and I hadn't been interrupted.
And this morning, I remembered it all with burning clarity and a twinge of shame. But all my imaginings hadn't come close to this.
The crotch of my leggings was already damp with my arousal and I couldn't stop my hips from bucking against him with far more purpose than our fumble in the elevator. This time I wasn't going to let anyone rip us apart. Without even thinking, I spread my hands along the barre, pushing myself up above it and curling my thighs around him so that I could draw him in closer.
I needed the heady pulse of his thick, meaty cock pressed hard against my sex, making me tingle all the way through. I'd never wanted anyone the way I wanted him, but as his hands came around my waist, holding me steady and sweeping along my sides with great forceful handfuls, I couldn't stop myself from moaning, keening with the need for more. I'd never felt so wanted, never felt so possessed, but this was not enough.
His mouth closed down over my neck, kissing and sucking and biting at my skin, and I gripped onto his short hair, letting my head loll back. "Oh God, I want you," I breathed as he rocked against me, rutting his body in against mine over and over again.
"Here?" he asked, and I felt a thrill go right through me. "Now?"
What was stopping us? I couldn't think of a single thing. I'd waited too long already and I didn't want to let anything else come between us. My mind had been made up as soon as he kissed me. "Yes," I breathed, already pulling at the hem of my top to peel it up over my head, revealing the soft cotton of my white sports bra.
Valentin groaned, fisting his large hands into the waistband of my leggings and panties peeling them down. My bare ass against the barre made me flush with arousal but I was too busy pulling his jogging pants down to be embarrassed and his boxers came free in the same handful.
His cock slapped up almost violently, as long as my forearm and as fat as my wrist and I shuddered at the sight of him. Now this was happening, and suddenly there was no way back, and I was a hell of a lot more nervous than I'd been a moment before. My eyes flashed up to his, and down to the hard rod he was pressing to my belly and I felt my eyes widen with panic.
"I don't think you're going to fit inside me."
Valentin laughed and he ducked to suck on my breasts through the fabric of my bra, sliding one hand down my belly as he did so, and all my concerns melted away as his fingers slid in between my folds and he started thrumming his thumb against my swollen clit.
"I'm going to fit. I promise you. You're made for me."
His fingers pressed in harder and my eyelids lolled, heavy with rising pleasure as the heat of my arousal spread all the way through me. Feeling totally boneless, I let out a soft hum I was barely aware of. "Ohmigod. That's good."
"You're beautiful," he whispered, spilling kisses down my neck again and I clung onto him tighter, wracked with little shakes as his fingers on me turned more demanding.
"I've never-" I bit my lip, arching back against the wall as Valentin's fingers pressed in and he found a point inside me that welled heat right up through my veins. "Oh - Valentin. I've never - this is - you're amazing. I've never done this before." My voice was low and hazy, almost delirious, and I flushed as I made my confession, suddenly worried that he'd call a halt or be turned off.
For a long moment Valentin didn't say anything at all, but he rutted in harder against me, almost slamming me back against the wall and his nostrils flared wide with every breath, his body tense and straining as though he was struggling to hold himself back.
"Mia, you are perfect."
I guess Eva was right. He wasn't complaining, and I felt such a rush of relief that he still wanted me in all of my youthful inexperience.
Valentin
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br /> This morning, up against the mirror of the studio wall, she was showing no hesitation. No doubts at all.
I was glad, because I no longer knew how to hold myself back. I'd barely slept for thinking about her and my balls were blue and heavy from my refusal to take myself in hand. Masturbation was no substitute for what I really craved and I refused to let myself find false release. I wanted her far more than I simply wanted to come. Biologically, primally, I wanted to shoot my load inside of her and send my swimmers into her pliant, willing body to join the pair of us together on a fundamental level, cell to cell.
Somehow I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until our DNA was twined together and our lives were irreparably joined by the child I was going to put in her belly. I wanted to mate with her, like an animal, and ward off any competitors who might threaten my line.
And maybe, in a more rational frame of mind, I'd have romanced her properly first, right then, the most important thing was giving into the strength of the attraction between us and the needs of our bodies.
When she told me she was a virgin, I nearly came on the spot. Nothing could have been more arousing than knowing that I was the only man who she'd ever let touch her, the only man she wanted the way she clearly wanted me. If I had my way I would be the only man who ever had her: the first and the last.
It took a long moment to regain enough control to do more than rut in against her. I could have rubbed myself out on her thigh like the teenager I hadn't been for years, and gloried in the sticky mess, but that wasn't really what I wanted. If this was her first time, I was going to make it special.
With another groan of appreciation at the way her thighs closed around me and the strength of her body holding herself up against the barre, I lifted her until it was me alone who bore her weight.
Mia clung to me and I loved it. Her thighs had a tremble to them that I knew had everything to do with desperation and nothing to do with lack of strength and I wasn't going to keep her waiting long.
Carefully, I lowered her down to the gym mat, making a cage of my arms as I arched above her, taking my own weight, like a gentleman should. Mia's hands roved over my chest with clear appreciation and I tensed my pecs for her, making her grin and bite her lip as she wiggled beneath me, lining us up more completely. Without hesitation she parted her legs drawing one knee up high to give me all the access I could have wanted and I turned my head to kiss her inner thigh, making her shiver and groan and beg.
I couldn't stop myself from looking up at her, meeting her heavy lidded eyes.
"Do you want me?"
"Oh God, Valentin, yes. Take me. Please!"
She might have been young, but she could have had her pick of men, and it was me that she had waited for, me who she had saved herself for and I was going to show her how right she was to make the choice to let me in. I didn't need any more encouragement to start to press inside her, I could barely hold myself back.
My raging cockhead pressed bluntly in against her fleshy entrance and I groaned at the perfect rightness of the heat of her skin against mine. My cock twitched hungrily at the warm wetness of her, my leaking pre-cum mingling with her juices, eager to be inside her. I pushed in slowly and I could feel her pussy clench around me, ready to accept me deep inside her.
The way she gasped at my intrusion and her eyes widened like it was almost too much was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life.
Her skin was flushed a perfect pink, like rose petals, and her skin was dewy with sweat. "Oh - oh, oh."
She was so tight that I didn't dare force harder. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her, but the heated arousal in her voice was anything but pain. Inch by agonizing inch I eased my steely fat cock into her perfect, tight little pussy and she hummed and shivered and groaned, growing more delirious with every inch I buried into her. She made me feel like a god, and I wanted to worship her like the deity she had to be.
The tension in her body eased as I filled her, as though she knew it was everything that was meant to be, but she was still like a live-wire, flaring with every twitch of movement. Her pulse rocketed through my cock, thrumming deliciously through me until I couldn't take it any longer.
With a long groan, I let myself shift my hips, thrusting into her fully, and Mia gasped, jackknifing up to grip my shoulders, a whole new level of color and heat coming into her voice.
"Oh Valentin."
"You feel so good my darling."
She made me feel like a virgin too, because nothing I'd experienced before now came close to this. With her, this wasn't just sex. She was giving herself to me as much as I was giving myself to her, and we were both in tune with every movement, every shift. Every breath she took felt like mine to draw into my lungs and her hips ground against mine with perfect timing, making everything ratchet up hotter and more desperate.
I wasn't going to last long, and I didn't care, not as long as I satisfied her. The only thing I wanted was to push Mia over the edge into the most blinding orgasm she'd ever hand in her life. I thrust into her with more force as soon as I felt that she could take it and the scream she let out was pure, unadulterated heat. Her body spasmed around me, clenching so tight that I thought she'd snap me in half and I pounded into her again and again, unrelenting as I chased the same spot deep inside her that had made her eyes roll back and her neck arch sharply up.
Her lack of control was beautiful and I wanted to push her right over that edge. Every breath she took goaded me on, and I knew it wasn't going to take much before I couldn't stop myself from spilling my seed deep inside her, painting her walls and filling her up with everything that I had and everything that she was owed. Her hands clenched as I drove into her one final time, and then she shouted out as her orgasm wracked through her, long and hard.
Seeing her come apart completely was what tipped me over the edge and I felt my balls tense, pulling up towards my body before I shot true and deep into her, filling her up with pulse after pulse of my seed. Ejaculating had never felt so good; coming inside her I knew that I was marking her as mine and there was nothing to get in between us.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mia
Lying on the mats with Valentin arched over me, I could barely catch my breath. I was dizzy with the knowledge that he'd come inside of me, torn between having wanted it so desperately and the fleeting worry that I might end up pregnant with his child. I shouldn't have wanted that. It should have struck fear through me, because there was no way I could continue dancing while I was carrying a child. But I didn't have time for panic when I felt so good and every touch and kiss Valentin laid on me felt perfect.
He smiled at me as he sank down onto his elbows, and I'd never felt so adored as when he drew me into another kiss, letting his lips and tongue go slow. My moan wasn't something I could stop. Despite everything we'd done, and how boneless and sated I felt, I could have taken more.
After that, I was addicted. I'd crave his body every time I saw him. I understood exactly why people got distracted from the other parts of their lives when they fell in love, because what had just happened between me and Valentin bordered on some kind of religious experience.
He rolled off me, onto one side, and I found myself clinging on tighter. "Oh, no. No Valentin, stay in me, please."
I wasn't ready for him to leave me yet, and my ridiculous protest made him scoff a laugh and kiss me all over again.
"My darling, I will stay right here until I get hard again if that's what you want from me."
I bit my lip to try to curve my smile, feeling thoroughly indulged. "Mmm that does sound good."
Shifting to redistribute his weight, Valentin stroked the sweaty strands of hair out of my face and I stretched slightly, content to be as close to him as possible until I had to move.
"You should come to my place. This evening. We can have dinner."
His voice had a soft, lazy edge, full of the kind of warmth that made me glow. I'd been so hasty in letting this happen between us, because I
couldn't have done anything else other than give in to the strength of my desire, but it made me feel warm all over to know that he was already looking to the future and planning for us to date properly.
"Mm. I'd like that." I'd never doubted for a moment that Valentin would want to romance me; it had never crossed my mind that once I slept with him he might have everything he'd wanted from me, but I was glad to have the confirmation. Deep down, I'd always known that he wanted a relationship, it had just taken me this long to realize that was exactly what I craved as well and it was nothing to be scared of.
Secure in his arms with him stroking along my skin, drifting kisses over every inch he could as though he planned to worship me as long as I allowed it, there wasn't anywhere I'd rather be. I don't think I'd ever felt so relaxed, so at peace.
"Good. I would like it too."
The beeping of his wrist watch made him frown and he snarled at it as he jabbed a button to silence it. "I have an early morning meeting."
As unattractive as it was I heard myself let out a grumble of protest and I could practically feel myself pout. "Can't you just stay here, with me all day?"
I knew it was unrealistic, and the way he let out a little snort told me that he knew that I wasn't really thinking clearly. "And you will miss rehearsals for me? I don't think so Mia. Tomorrow you would regret it."
He was right, as much as I hated to admit it. There wasn't anything I'd do to risk my place in the ranks of the performers at the Bolshoi, even if being right here, skin to skin with him still inside me felt like the only place I was truly meant to be.
"Maybe I would. But I still don't want to leave."
"There is a Pilates class at nine. I think that they would object to our use of the gym mats."
I giggled, ducking my head against Valentin's shoulder and letting myself taste the salt from his skin until he let out a grumble of his own. "Mia, don't tempt me. I only have so much control when it comes to you."
That was something I hadn't fully appreciated, but now I knew it was true and I loved that burly, businesslike Valentin was just as hostage to his desires as I was. It wasn't just my inexperience driving this insatiable feeling, and that was good to know because I never wanted it to get old.
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