It was important for her pleasure, particularly this first time, that he not let that happen. He had to maintain some level of premeditation, or he could hurt her.
That reminder sobered him enough to think—at least a little—again.
Touching her was good, though. Too damn good.
He cupped her breasts, reveling in the catch of her breath as his thumbs brushed over turgid nipples. He wanted to feel them naked, but even this was incredible.
His sex pressed against the placket of his trousers in response to the feel of her in his hands.
He pinched, knowing the layers of silk and her bra would be no true barrier between those buds and the sensation he gave her.
She tore her mouth from his, her eyes opening, pupils blown with bliss almost swallowing the stormy irises. “I... That...”
“Is good.” He did it again, increasing the pressure just enough to give maximum pleasure that might border on pain but would never go over. “Say it.”
CHAPTER FOUR
CONFUSION FLITTED ACROSS the sweet oval of Chanel’s face. “What?”
“Say it feels good.”
She didn’t have to speak her refusal—it was there in the way her body stiffened and she averted her gaze.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his fingers poised to give more pleasure but not offering it. “Look at me and say it.”
Her storm-cloud gaze came back to his, her mouth working, no words coming out.
“You are a woman. You can acknowledge your own pleasure, Chanel. I believe in you.”
“It’s not that.” The word cut off as if her air had run out. She took a deep breath and let it out, her tongue coming out to wet her lips. “I know sex is supposed to feel good.”
“Do you?”
“I’ve read books.”
“Erotic books.”
“Yes.”
“So, say it.”
“You want to strip me bare,” she accused.
He saw no point in denying it. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“You have to let go.”
“You never let go.”
“I am the experienced one here. If I let go of my control, we’d both be in trouble.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Only because you haven’t done this before.”
She didn’t deny his words. “I like it.”
“I know.” He pressed just slightly, giving her a taste of what was to come.
She moaned, her head falling back, her eyelids sliding down to cover the vulnerability in her gaze. “So, why do I have to say it?”
“For me. Say it for me.”
“It feels good.” The words came out in a low, throaty whisper infused with sincerity.
Oh, yes, this woman would learn to hold nothing back.
He rewarded her with more pleasure until she was rocking against him with gasping breaths. “Demyan!”
“What, sérdenko?”
“You know! You have to know.”
“This?” he asked as he pushed up to rub his hardness against her, pinching her nipples at the same time.
“Yes.”
He did it again, making sure to continue the friction against that bundle of nerves through the damp silk of her panties. “Let go, Chanel.”
“I...”
He didn’t want arguments. He wanted her surrender. “Come for me, Chanel. You are mine.”
And unused to this level of pleasure, she came apart, her body arching into a stiff contortion of delight while a keening wail sounded from her throat.
Oh, yes, this woman belonged to him. Her body knew it, even if her mind was still in some doubt.
He let the shivers of aftershock finish, concentrating on gaining his own breath and a measure of mental fortitude. When he was sure he could do it without his own limbs giving way, he tucked one arm under her bottom and the other against her back and stood with her secure in his hold.
Her head rose from where it had come to rest against his shoulder, her face still flushed with pleasure, her gray gaze meeting his. “What... Where?”
“Your first time will not happen on a sofa, no matter how comfortable.”
“It already did.”
He shook his head. “That was not sex.”
“But it was my first orgasm with another person.”
Perhaps that small fact helped to explain why she was still a virgin, too.
He didn’t repeat his shock at her age, or his disgust with her previous partners. “It will be the first of many, I promise you.”
She swallowed audibly, but nodded with appreciative enthusiasm.
He felt his mouth curve into a very rare and equally genuine smile.
How had she remained untouched so long?
This woman was sweetly sensual and engagingly honest. Far from socially inept. Demyan found her fascinating.
It did not bother him at all, though, that she would be giving her body to him and only him. He would honor the gift and she would find no reason to regret it.