Prince of Secrets

Her answer to that question would always be the same. “Never.”

“Thank you.” Demyan continued to touch her until she was moving restlessly beneath him.

“Please...” She wasn’t even sure what she was asking for.

Intercourse? Maybe, but what she really wanted was resolution to the storm building inside her and Chanel didn’t really care how she got it.

Even so, she was shocked when he shifted down her body, his intention clear. She’d read about this. Of course she had. Her ex-boyfriend had even wanted to do it to her, but he’d told her she’d have to shave her hair off first.

She’d refused.

Demyan didn’t seem in the least put off by the damp curls between her legs, his tongue going with unerring accuracy right to where his finger had been.

She cried out, her hips coming off the bed. His mouth followed, his ministrations with lips and tongue never pausing.

This was oral sex? This intimate kiss that led to feeling so close to someone else that there was nothing embarrassing about it?

She always thought it would bother her to have a man’s mouth there. She hadn’t refused to shave her nether region just because she was a prude back then.

Only it didn’t bother her. Not at all.

It felt so good, so perfect.

Demyan’s fingers came back to play, this time with one of them sliding just inside her as his tongue swirled over her most sensitive spot. He moved the finger in and out, going a little deeper each time until he pressed gently against her body’s barrier.

It didn’t hurt; it was not too much pressure, but it would be different when he was inside her. Wouldn’t it?

He would have to break through the barrier then. With his longer-than-average erection. That’s what had to happen next.

Only, he didn’t seem to have the script, because he kept licking, sucking and nibbling at her clitoris until she was on the verge of climax. His finger inside her continued sliding in and out of her channel, pressing just a little bit harder against the thin barrier every few times.

His other hand came up to play with her breasts and tease at her nipples, increasing the sensations below by a factor of ten. It was incredible. Amazing.

And she felt that precipice draw closer and closer. She didn’t think she was supposed to climax again before they were joined, but she didn’t worry about it. He knew what he was doing and wouldn’t let her.

Only, he didn’t seem concerned when she warned him it was getting to be too much. He only renewed his efforts, sucking harder on her clitoris and nipping it ever so gently with his teeth.

Without warning, her body splintered apart in glorious pleasure again, this time so intense she couldn’t even get enough air to scream. He didn’t stop the intimate kiss, but he gentled it, bringing her prolonged ecstasy that went on and on even as his finger pressed more insistently against that thin membrane of flesh inside.

Until, as she floated on a cloud of sensual bliss, she felt the sharp sting of pain and realized he’d broken through the barrier of her body. With his finger.

“What? Why?” she asked, the hazy peace cracking a little.

“It hurts less.” He gently withdrew his finger before placing a single soft kiss against her nether lips.

It felt like a benediction.

He moved off her and she saw him grab a corner of the sheet from the floor to wipe his face and hand before he rejoined her on the bed.

Demyan pulled her body into his still-very-aroused one, his expression very satisfied. “You are beautiful in your passion, Chanel.”

“We... Aren’t you going to...”

“Oh, yes. But only when you are ready to begin building toward climax again.”

She didn’t know what he meant, but he showed her, after cuddling her and telling her how amazing and lovely she was. After his touch and nearness once again began to draw forth need to be joined with him.

When he finally pressed inside her, she cried for the second time that night. He didn’t look in the least worried he’d hurt her, though. In fact, his expression was one of understanding overlaying utter male satisfaction.

She didn’t begrudge him one iota of it, either.

He might have had a debacle with his first virgin, but he’d made this one’s initiation into intimacy unbelievably good.

Once she started to move against him, his control slipped its leash and his passion turned harsh and exciting. She screamed her pleasure this time even as his body pounded into hers, and his shout was loud enough to make her ears ring.

Afterward he was quiet, his expression impossible to read. “You’ll want a shower.”

“Couldn’t we shower together?” she asked.

“Your bathroom isn’t meant for shared intimacies.”