He hesitated, searching her face while trying to collect his thoughts and make a decision about what direction he wanted to go next.
She was right. What was he waiting for? It was time. But this wasn’t his usual MO. Women didn’t order him around.
Nothing about his relationship with Alena had been anywhere close to the “usual” however. And it never would be. Alena was unique. Alena was her own version of submissive. He knew she would submit to him when it was required.
But she deserved to take a stand for herself. And he should be proud of her for speaking her mind and asking for what she wanted.
“Okay.”
Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened and closed several times. “Okay?”
He stepped back a pace, putting only inches between them, and popped the button on his jeans. He watched her face as he lowered the zipper.
She sat very still, licking her lips as he shrugged the denim over his hips, taking his underwear with it.
As the jeans fell to the floor, he stepped out of them while he hauled his shirt over his head. And then he was naked.
He found enough brain cells to remember he would need a condom and took a second to lean down and retrieve one from his jeans. He set it on the counter.
She ignored the gesture. Her gaze locked on his cock.
He let her stare, not moving an inch.
She licked her lips again, and he watched her chest rise slowly and then fall with her deep inhale and exhale.
He knew she was a virgin, but had she seen a naked man in the flesh up close? Her expression would indicate no.
Still he waited. Who gave a fuck about pizza when a woman was staring at his body like that and licking her lips?
Her legs stiffened finally, her toes curling under, and she drew them together slowly.
He couldn’t help himself when he chuckled as he advanced on her to spread her knees apart and press his body between them. “Don’t stress.” He couldn’t bring himself to add the most ridiculous cliché line he’d ever heard. It’ll fit.
It was a stupid line, anyway. What woman would believe it, and who the hell cared? She would find out for herself.
He set his hands on her shoulders and then lowered them to her breasts.
She moaned when he cupped them, weighed them, stroked his thumbs over the tips.
“That’s my girl.”
She smiled slowly, her eyes closing. “Why do you talk to me like I’m a child when you enter sex mode?”
“Sex mode?” He chuckled, but pinched her nipples at the same time so that she jumped.
She grabbed his forearms and wiggled backward to escape his touch.
He let her. Let her.
“Answer my question.”
He shrugged, meeting her gaze. “First of all, I don’t think of you as a child ever. So you can erase that idea.” His gaze slid to her chest again as he cupped her breasts reverently and held them. Damn she was hot. Her nipples responded to every touch. Lengthening. Swelling.
She inhaled a short breath, still holding his forearms.
“It’s a term of praise, I suppose. As a dominant, when I’m with you, I want you to know you’re appreciated. But in a way that makes it clear you’re still the submissive in the equation. Make sense?”
Her head was tilted down, staring at the way he held her breasts. “Oddly, yes.”
“Does it bother you?”
“No. It makes me squirm. But I didn’t know why.”
He lowered his hands from her heavy tits to her belly and then to her thighs, pressing them wider.
His cock bobbed between her legs at the edge of the counter. Stiff. Painful. Waiting. Demanding.
She released his forearms and reached under them to stroke his length.
He gritted his teeth, letting her explore.
When her fingers landed on his sensitive skin, he had to work hard not to moan. He didn’t want her to know how fucking aroused he was. And he prayed he wouldn’t come prematurely. But it would be a challenge considering how many weeks he’d been watching her strut around the apartment teasing him. Intentionally or not.
She inhaled and exhaled in long, easy draws.
He stood still, letting her essentially pet him. Her fingers were tentative, barely touching his skin. Sublime.
Magical.
Surreal.
She was his.
Oh my God. She’s mine. This wonderful, tentative creature is mine.
No way would he ordinarily let her have so much control over the situation. But again, this wasn’t ordinary. This was her first time. He needed to give a little, let her set a pace she was comfortable with, let her explore.
He moved his hands out of the way and set them on the counter at her sides so she could see better.
Even though it cost him dearly.
She leaned forward and set the crown of her head against his chest.
He imagined she needed to hide her face. And he would permit that.
For now.
Her dainty fingers were hidden from his gaze now. They smoothed gracefully up and down his shaft and over the head. When she dipped one into the cleft at the tip, he held his breath. When she lifted that finger and audibly sucked it into her mouth, he moaned.
And then she was back, stroking, exploring, teasing…
Finally he could take no more. He grabbed her biceps and righted her, taking her mouth in a kiss. No hesitation. He swooped in and devoured her, sucking her tongue into his mouth and then exploring the depths of hers.
He hauled her closer so her nipples grazed his chest. If the gesture had half the effect on her it had on him, she had to be melting inside.
“Please,” she begged against his mouth.
“Okay, baby. Okay. Relax.” He kissed her again, deepening with every taste.
He’d never wanted any woman with the intensity he wanted this one. And he wanted her to enjoy it twice as much as him.
Sure, it was heady and exhilarating to know he would be her first, but he wanted to ensure that after he took her, she would remember their first time with glassy eyes and a smile for the rest of her life.
No way in hell would he permit her to describe the event as painful or something she was glad was over with.
Not his woman. Not Alena.
He’d never had a virgin…at least not as far as he knew. And this was no ordinary innocent girl he saw as a conquest. No. This was Alena.
His.
It made his chest tighten to think about making her feel so good she never wanted to leave his bed. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he muttered.
She scooted the last few inches to the edge of the counter and did as he asked.
“Good girl,” he muttered against her mouth as he lifted her off the counter, snagged the condom in one fist, and turned around to carry her down the hall. A bed was not a prerequisite for sex. And he’d never been the sort to care where he had sex as long as he had it. But for tonight…for Alena…for comfort…there was something to be said about a nice soft mattress.
He headed straight for her room, thinking she might be more relaxed in her own surroundings than his. When he bent his legs to deposit her on the mattress, she smiled. He dropped the condom on the bed next to her.
Her arms fell above her head. Her hair spread out like spun silk on the lavender sheets. Her eyes were dilated and pleading. She wanted this. She was ready.
He scooted her across the bed lengthwise and crawled up to kneel between her legs. And then he stayed in that position, staring down at her delectable body. Open to him. Spread wide. Submitting whether she realized it or not. So much pale skin. Pale blue eyes. A smile filled with bliss.
Mine.
All mine.
He would never forget this moment as long as he lived. There would be no photograph, but he would recall the look of lust on her face forever.
“Ivan…” The word was barely a whisper. So faint. So much power, though.
He leaned forward, setting his
hands at her sides and taking her lips again. He needed to establish some level of control. Assert his dominance. If he didn’t do so now, he would have a hard time regaining it later.
He gripped her hands in his while he kissed her, pressing them firmly into the mattress.
She moaned.
He devoured her, drinking from her mouth, enjoying the soft skin of her swollen lips. It took willpower to break the kiss and pull back to look at her.
Her breasts were swollen. Her nipples were erect beneath the translucent material of her nighty.
He couldn’t resist the urge to dip his head again and flick his tongue over each tip, once.
She moaned. God he loved that sound.
And then she lifted her hips off the bed in supplication.
“Uh-uh. Stay flat.” He rose above her and reached for the hem of her nighty to ease the pale blue material up over her breasts. He didn’t bother removing it the rest of the way, but let it gather around her shoulders, exposing her tits.
They rose and fell with every inhale and exhale.
The pink tips teased him.
He pressed her hands higher above her head again and left them there, his gaze focused on her breasts. As he eased his hands down her arms until they rested on the sides of her chest, he admired her smooth, delicate skin. He would never take the risk of marring it in any way. It was too thin. Too perfect.
In his past life, before the last two months, he preferred a woman who could endure a good flogging.
Not this time. Not Alena. Not ever.
Gone was his need to spank. Her skin was too precious for that, even if she would agree to it immediately.
Oh, he would still dominate her, but not in that way. Not with spankings and floggings. He would do it with words, bondage, blindfolds, teasing. His hand would never leave a mark on her.
What was changing him? Where the hell had the previous Ivan gone? Didn’t matter. This was him now.
And his new world revolved around pleasing his woman.
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Alena could not believe the hum taking over her body. She had expected to be stiff and nervous and stressed the first time. She was none of those because Ivan was staring at her as if she were a deity. His gaze penetrated her skin and brought every nerve ending to life at a glance, ensuring she was aroused from head to toe.
Part of her ached. Her chest was tight. A ball in the pit of her stomach had formed. Her clit hurt from the swelling. The need to be revealed and touched.
She closed her eyes and willed Ivan to remove the thong. She didn’t even care if he ripped it with his teeth as long as he did it.
Instead, he let his fingers graze the edges of the lace from her hips to her belly and then to her pussy. He stroked the delicate material between her legs, skirting the edge of her lower lips.
She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips off the bed again. Would he stop her? Was she testing him? Maybe. It was so hot when he controlled her.
He lifted his gaze, met hers, and then glanced down at her torso. Without words, he commanded her.
Fuck me. She lowered her ass to the mattress. Silently chastised. And hot as hell.
Please. Any moment now she would moan loudly and embarrass herself with her obviously complete abandon.
Her knees shook. Her sex was swollen against the lace and silk of her thong. And God her clit…
Before she embarrassed herself by again demanding to be serviced, Ivan hooked his fingers in the edges of her thong and pulled it slowly down her legs.
She had to draw her knees in to accommodate him between her legs, but moments later, she was bared to his sight.
Again.
She let her knees fall open. If he wanted to see her, let him. No lingering embarrassment existed. She could see the admiration in his gaze. There was no need to diminish that.
He wanted her.
“Ivan…” She reached for his hand and drew his fingers to her mouth to kiss each knuckle.
He let her.
She guided that hand between her breasts and over her belly until it touched her pussy.
He took her guidance and spun his hand around to cup her warmth.
That alone made her moan. She’d never wanted anything more.
Ivan set one hand at her side to brace himself over her body while he met and held her gaze. With the hand at her pussy, he stroked through her folds over and over.
She squirmed.
“Stay still. My pace. Stop trying to direct me. Let me control this.”
She stilled, but it was hard.
“Good girl. Hands above your head. Leave them there this time.”
Her heart raced at the admiration. It told her she was pleasing him.
She forced herself to maintain eye contact, even though for her, sex should have been a little more embarrassing. Shouldn’t it?
But this was Ivan. She’d loved him for two months. He’d growled at her and kept her safe for the same length of time, secretly wishing he could have her.
And he could have. At any time. All he’d had to do was ask.
But here they were. This was now.
This was heaven.
He gathered her wetness and dragged it up and over her clit.
Her eyes rolled back.
“Eyes on me.” He flicked her clit lightly while he waited.
She blinked up at him and met his gaze.
“Good girl.” There was that praise again. It made her belly grip at the tight ball inside that demanded release.
Her mouth fell open. She moaned again. It was difficult to hold his gaze.
“Watch me or I stop,” he stated in a low, deep, demanding voice.
She knew he wasn’t kidding. So she forced her gaze to hold his. She started to lift her arms and then thought better of it.
“That’s a girl. Feel my fingers.” He stroked through her folds again and flicked his middle finger over her clit.
She nearly shot off the mattress, her scream filling the air.
He smiled broader. “Feel good?”
Surely he didn’t expect an answer.
He circled her clit over and over, flicking the swollen tip many times until she thought she might explode. And then he was gone, his fingers lowering to the swell of her lower lips. He spread them open and teased the entrance, dipping farther into her with every stroke.
“Gonna push one finger inside you. Okay?”
Okay? God, yes. Do it now. “Yes.”
In painstakingly slow motion, he eased his middle finger into her pussy.
The entire slow-motion movement made her lose her mind. She pressed her own fingers inside her on occasion. She’d also stroked the outer edges with the vibrator he gave her. But nothing prepared her for the earth-shattering experience of penetration from Ivan’s longer, thicker finger.
She stopped breathing, her lips parted, her vision blurring as he slowly fucked her as deep as he could reach. In and out. Over and over.
“God, Alena. So tight. Baby… I’m gonna add another finger. Need to stretch you a little.”
She nodded, fisting the sheets with her fingers next to her ears. Her hands weren’t lifted high, but high enough to appease him, apparently.
A second finger joined the first, and he pushed them in deep in slow motion.
She tipped her head back on a low moan. She didn’t need this preparation. She wanted him inside her. Now.
When his fingers were as deep as they could reach, he set his thumb on her clit and pressed.
“Ivan… Oh. God. Please.”
He stopped moving. “Look at me. I want to see those gorgeous blue eyes of yours.”
She lowered her chin, her eyes fluttering to focus on his face.
His smile was broad, and he set one elbow on the bed next to her and lowered his face to hers.
When their lips met, she opened to him. He slid his tongue inside and stroked hers. She met him halfway, tasting his beer and the undertones that were all Ivan. While he ki
ssed her, his fingers moved inside her, scissoring, not pumping, just exploring. His thumb remained on her clit, pressing, making her want more.
He eased his mouth away from hers and lowered his face to nuzzle her neck and then nudge her nighty out of the way so he could tease her nipples with his lips.
The entire time he did this, his fingers continued to stretch her. She was assaulted by several sensations at once. His lips on her nipples. His thumb pressed against her clit. His fingers scissoring inside her.
Jesus.
“You okay?” he asked her nipple.
“Mmm. Better than.”
“Good. I want you to come for me. Do it now before I claim you.”
Claim me… That sounded amazing. But didn’t he know she was already his?
He sucked a nipple into his mouth and drew it in deep, forcing her to arch her chest into his mouth. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked her clit, and he eased his fingers out of her and thrust them back inside.
She held her breath as she hovered precariously close to the edge, not wanting to miss a single second of the sensation. It felt that good. Amazing. Better than the fantastic vibrator. So much better.
And then she was there, and her clit stiffened as the release she sought gripped her pussy and pulsed, tendrils of pleasure reaching outward from her pussy to include her thighs. Every inch of her shook with the vibrations of her orgasm. She gripped the sheet above her head.
“That’s it. So sexy. God, you’re gorgeous.” His voice was deeper.
Her heart pounded as she slowly came back to him, her vision clearing enough to see his face. Intense. Serious. He searched her eyes for something, which she assumed he found as a slow smile spread.
“Yeah.” He eased his fingers out of her and leaned forward to gently kiss her lips. “You sure, baby? We don’t have to do this tonight. I’ll wait as long as you need.”
She widened her eyes. Was he serious? She shook her head. “God, Ivan. Now. Do it. I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”
“Okay. Okay.” He lifted onto his knees, reaching for the item next to her. The condom. She knew he’d grabbed it from his jeans and carried it with them from the kitchen. Thank God he had enough functioning brain cells to keep up with the rubber because she never would have given it a thought.
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