by Brie Paisley
We gaze at each other, and I wish it was time for Gabbie’s nap. For the first time, ever actually, I want to have sex. I don’t think too much on that for now, but I do want Viktor. I’ve thought about it more than once, and the way he’s touching me, I wonder what it would feel like if his hands were all over my body. Viktor starts to lean in to kiss me more, but the ringing of his phone makes him stop. He sighs and reluctantly pulls his hands off me to answer it. I drop mine down to my thighs, and try not to let my disappointment show. Viktor kisses me on my forehead before he takes his call outside. I look over my shoulder as I see the front door close and I hope whoever called doesn’t keep him long.
I jump down off the kitchen island and I walk into the living room to see Gabbie. I can’t help but to smile and laugh with her as we watch The Little Mermaid. I dance around the living room with her while we listen to the characters sing. Gabbie sings right along with them at the top of her lungs and she giggles when I pick her up and swing her around. I can’t help but to be in a great mood. It’s all because of Viktor. Knowing that he wants me, even if it’s just for sex, I feel wanted. I feel needed. The thought of a man like Viktor wanting me, needing me, would make any woman feel this way.
I quietly move out of Gabbie’s room and close the door behind me. I’m thankful she didn’t fight me on her afternoon nap. I can’t contain the smile that breaks out on my face. I’ve been smiling for so long my cheeks are starting to hurt. I try not to run back downstairs. Viktor’s waiting for me on the couch, and I’m still nervous to be alone with him. I know what I want to happen, but at the same time, I’m scared to death. I don’t know if I’m ready to actually do anything more than kiss or touch at this point. I know my body is ready to have sex with Viktor, but my mind is saying to wait longer. I really want to kick Malcolm in the balls for getting me pregnant so early in my life. If I had more experience with being around men maybe I wouldn’t feel this way. But another part of me thinks that no matter how much experience I might have gotten, I’ll never be ready for Viktor. It’s just him.
I walk down the stairs and I stop on the last one. My hands are starting to sweat, and I let out a sigh. I wish I had better control over the way my body reacts just from seeing him sitting on the couch. I can feel my breath catch my throat, how my heart rate picks up, and most of all, I feel my entire body flush. I close my eyes as I lick my lips, thinking of how he kissed me earlier today. I want do it again, and again. His back’s to me, and he’s watching the sports channel. I shake my head thinking he’s just like my dad. I don’t know if he senses me, or what, but he turns to me and smiles. I grin back feeling my stomach drop at seeing that smile. It’s for me and for me only. I’ve never noticed Viktor smiling at any of the other girls at work like that. I walk over to him and I sit by him. I don’t sit very close, not really sure how to go about things. I don’t want to be awkward around him, but this is so new to me. Viktor turns off the TV and uncrosses his legs. My hands are in my lap as I watch him slowly move closer to me.
“Why are you so nervous to be around me when we’re alone?” he asks once he’s right beside me. The heat coming off him makes me want to melt into him.
“I don’t know. You’re sort of intimidating.” I can’t look at him with my confession. He is intimidating. And to be honest, he makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Frankly, it scares the shit out of me.
I glance at Viktor, and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I think it’s more than that,” he says softly.
“What do you mean? You are intimidating.” Viktor chuckles and moves his arm around my shoulders. I feel this light touch of his fingertips on my bare shoulder, and I can’t help but to move closer to him. No matter how nervous I am around him, his touch always seems to comfort me.
“I mean that, I think something is stopping you from actually doing what you want. It’s strange to me.” Viktor continues to lightly touch my shoulder as he says, “When you are dancing, it’s as though you’re a different person.”
I clear my throat, knowing he hit it right on the nail. I am someone else as I dance. I have to be. “I have to play the part when I dance. No one wants the real me up there.”
“I think you’re wrong. There’s nothing wrong with you now. I think you hide yourself once you walk off that stage. Who you are right now, with me, it’s only half of who you are.”
“How do you see this but I don’t?”
“Because, I’ve been around you long enough to notice.” Viktor pulls me into his lap and I let him. I willingly let him move me as his hands rest on my thighs and mine are around his neck. We’re the perfect fit. “You hide on purpose. You’re afraid of being hurt again. Tell me what he did. You can trust me, Ava.”
I lean my head down and rest it on Viktor’s. It seems crazy to me how he knows me so well. I want to trust him, I really do, but it’s so hard to let others in once you have been burned as bad as I was. I lift my head from his and sit back so I can see his reaction.
“I don’t know, Vik. I don’t know if I’m ready for this. What about the contract? You set these rules in place for a reason.”
He moves his hands up my back slowly and pushes me closer to his lips. I tighten my hold on him, wondering if he’s about to kiss me again. “Some rules are meant to be broken,” is all he says as he presses his amazing lips to mine. Viktor kisses me gently this time. He kisses me with passion, and as if he’s afraid he’ll break me. I fear I’ll start to crave Viktor’s kissing more than I should. I have to break the kiss when I feel his growing erection against me. I stare at him, wondering what he’s thinking. He stares back at me with lust filled eyes. My stomach clenches and to my surprise, so does my pussy. Am I ready to do more with him? I know my body is telling me I definitely am, but my mind, it’s telling me we should wait. I don’t know much about Viktor. He’s a very private person. But as he kisses me on the nose as he moves me to my back on the couch, I think we have all the time in the world to get to know one another. His eyes never leave mine. His hand moves my leg around his waist and my other rests on top of the couch. He slowly lowers himself onto me, and I can’t help but fall in love with the feeling of him on me. This feels so right. He places his other hand on my cheek, and he leans down and takes my mouth with his.
He isn’t gentle with this kiss. This one is like the others. Hard, demanding, and as if he needs me to breath. All doubts from just a second ago seem to evaporate from my mind when Viktor grips my thigh harder and I arch my back to touch him more. His kiss seems to last forever, but I know it hasn’t been more than a few minutes. I’m panting when he leaves my lips and I instantly want more from him. Viktor’s eyes never leave mine as he moves his hands up my tank top. His light touch sends my body into overdrive with lust. I want his hands everywhere. I want him to touch me all over. He slowly makes his way up my side, making me want more with each slow movement. He leans down to kiss me once more and I don’t care about the loud moan I make when he caresses my breast. His firm grip makes my pussy start to throb, and if he doesn’t do something to fill this need I have, I might go insane.
“Vik.”
“YA budu zabotit'sya o tebe moyu lyubov'. Moy iskusheniye,” he says huskily in my ear.
“English, Vik.”
He chuckles against my lips and he moves off of me for just a moment to remove my tank top. He tosses it on the floor and I fight the urge to cover myself from him. It’s seems strange that I don’t have a problem taking off my clothes for strangers while I dance, but now, it feels different. Firstly, Viktor is on top of me, super close to me. Secondly, the moment is more intimate than it is while I dance. This is just him and I. I start to cover myself with my arms and he grabs me, putting my hands over my head. He holds them there, as he looks over my exposed breasts.
“You’re so beautiful. Don’t cover yourself around me again. I’m tempted to make you walk around for the rest of the day topless.”
Hearing he thinks I’m beautiful dispels any self
-doubts. I like seeing that lustful look in his eyes. I like knowing he wants me, desires me. I don’t move as he lets my hands go, and he kisses me again. I grip the arm of the couch hard, waiting to see what he’ll do next. He uses one arm to prop himself up and the other starts at my ankles and slowly moves up to my thigh, then to my hip. When he touches my side again, I can’t help to shiver from his touch. My heart is beating rapidly, and I have no idea if I’ll ever come down from the high he’s giving me. He kisses me again, shoving his tongue deep in my mouth. My nipples harden as he leaves my mouth, moves down my neck, and hovers over them. I can feel his hot breath on me, and I raise up to him wanting him to suck them. He glances up to me with a grin, and uses his hand to caress me again. His hot mouth is on me instantly sucking, nipping, and pulling on my nipples with his teeth. My mouth hangs open as I moan out for him not to stop. My hips move instinctively against him. My pussy’s throbbing and aching like crazy and I need him to do more.
He bites down hard onto my other breast and I throw my head back at the unexpected pleasure. Viktor takes his hand back down my side, and he grabs my ass tightly. I wrap my legs around him trying to get him to move against me. His mouth leaves my breasts, and he presses hot, wet kisses up my chest and on my neck. I can hear him breathing heavily and I’m surprised at his control. I finally let go of the arm rest on the couch and I lift his shirt up. He raises up helping me take it off.
Seeing Viktor shirtless should be a fucking crime. My eyes cannot leave his hard and muscular chest. His abs are defined, and from what I can see, he has a trail of dark hair disappearing into his pants. Wide shoulders and strong arms just make him seem bigger, than what he really looks like with a shirt on. He’s tanned, ripped, and fuck I want him. All of him. He’s breath-taking to look at.
“Ava, you’re staring,” he says with a playful voice. How could I not stare at him?
I gulp, seeing how big he really is compared to me. I’m not nervous anymore about him being so close, and letting me bare it all to him. I lick my lips as he slowly moves back down on top of me, and nips at my lips with his teeth. My hands go to his hot skin, loving how he feels. How hot he is. I frantically move up and down touching him anyway I possibly can. I can’t seem to get close enough. I want more from him and when his hips grind into my pussy, I close my eyes, letting the pleasure run through me. Feeling how my stomach clenches and how my pussy throbs, is unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined. It’s pure bliss. His hands touch my stomach and I can’t help when it quivers. I moan and push my hips up when his fingertips move into the waist band of my shorts. My nails dig into his back when I feel him slowly touching my pussy lips and I call out his name. I hear him groan when he feels how wet I’m for him and I move my hips urging him to move faster. I need to feel him inside of me. I need him to make me feel the pleasure I know he wants me to feel just from him. Only Viktor can make me feel like this. I’ve never once felt this way with Malcolm before. It’s so easy for me to give into him and let him do whatever he wants with my body. At this point I really could care less. I just want him to do something to ease this ache. This need for something that I can’t name.
Viktor works his way up and down my pussy but not where I really want him to be. He’s teasing me, making me want him more and more. I call out for him to do more, to do something, but he doesn’t. I realize he likes to tease and torture me. This ache I have is becoming maddening. I don’t recognize my own voice anymore. I don’t care if I sound desperate or needy. I just want him to relieve this ache I have. My stomach clenches when he touches my sensitive clit. He uses his thumb to rub it in circles and my hips move with his movements. I don’t even have to think about it. Somehow I know what to do, and I know what I want. I know how I want it, if only he’ll give it to me.
We both call out when he slips one finger inside of me. My moans escape louder when he moves slowly in and out of me. He shoves his tongue deep in my mouth and I take all of him. I move my tongue with his and my hips move with his finger inside of me. I wrap my hand around his neck, making him stay longer on my mouth. I need more of his taste. He sucks and bites my lip, slowly pulling away. But I don’t want him going anywhere, so I pull him back once more. His thrusts don’t stop and hearing him groan in my mouth, gives me a high unlike I’ve ever known. Viktor kisses me once last time, then leans up a bit. I watch him with lustful eyes, loving how he’s making my body, mind, and my soul feel nothing but sweet pleasure.
“So fucking tight,” he says against my lips and my pussy clenches on his finger. He groans and adds another finger inside of me.
His fingers move in and out of me slowly at first then he picks up his pace. Viktor moves in me deeper and faster with each thrust making me wetter and making something inside of me build with each time he moves in me. His thumb never lets up its rubbing as he finger fucks me. My hands grip his back with all the strength I have trying to hold on for what’s happening to me. I’ve never felt this strong feeling of needing to let go before. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me feel like I could let go and not have a care in the world. I know somehow that he will help catch me if I were to fall in the abyss that I’m so tempted to fall into.
“Vik, please.” I call out. What I’m calling out for I’m not sure. I just know something needs to let go before I explode into a million pieces.
“I’ve got you, Ava. Let it come, moya lyubov'. I want to watch you as you come all over my fingers. I want to feel that tight pussy pull me in deeper.”
Viktor’s vulgar mouth does something to me then. With his fingers working me over, and feeling him so deep inside of me, I do as he says. I let go and I come apart for him. I call out loudly for him not to stop, as I feel wave after wave of pleasure roll through my entire body. My legs tighten even more around him as I feel my body almost go numb from it. I barely hear him moan with me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as whatever’s happening to me continues. My stomach quivers, my legs shake, and my breaths come out in pants as I ride it out. I’ve never felt this happen to me before.
It was pure ecstasy and I instantly crave more.
Finally, it slowly stops and Viktor pulls his fingers out of me. He gazes at me with the look of pride and satisfaction written all over his face. He grins at me then, he sticks his fingers in his mouth. I watch him in amazement as he sucks his fingers clean of me. It shouldn’t make me want him more than I did before. Seeing him moan as he tastes me, is unlike anything I’ve ever seen or felt before. It’s sexy as hell and when my pussy starts to throb again, I know I’ve become more addicted to this man.
Viktor takes his fingers out of his mouth and still stares at me. His eyebrows furrow, and he asks, “Was that your first orgasm?”
Was that what that was? “I … Yes. I guess it was.”
“I like that I’m the first to give it to you,” he says as he leans closer to me and kisses me sweetly on my lips.
I can’t stop the smile from forming when he pulls away. He slowly gets off of me, and leans down to pick up my shirt. I lay on the couch watching him as he glances to me and then back to the shirt. Viktor sighs and hands it to me. I slowly put it back on, my eyes only leaving his in the seconds it takes to pull it over my head. I like seeing that lustful look come over him again. It’s a powerful feeling knowing that I make him act this way. I sit back on the couch watching him as he finds his shirt and puts it back on. I can’t help but to stare at him and his gorgeous body. His muscles contract with each movement, and it’s strangely erotic seeing him putting on his shirt.
I thought after what Viktor and I did, I’d feel more awkward around him, but I don’t. If anything, there’s less tension between us. It’s comfortable just being around him now. If I had known this was all that it took to ease my nerves, I would’ve done this a year ago. Okay maybe not, but I like this change between us. Viktor seems more relaxed now, and he can’t seem to stop smiling at me. I feel my face flush thinking about how he’s the first man to make me have an orgasm
, and knowing how I want him to do it again.
“I’m going to wake Gabbie up. I want to take her to the zoo today.” Viktor walks closer to me and kisses me on the forehead, down to my nose then to my lips, before walking up the stairs to wake Gabbie. I watch him leave the room, thinking he’s too perfect for his own good. He knows how much Gabbie loves the zoo. I think she’s been at least three times this year already.
I get off the couch and I have to stop for a second to rub my aching thighs. They feel sore, and like they’re asleep. Leave it up to Viktor to make my legs not work after a mind blowing orgasm. Least I know he knows what he’s doing in that department. I shake my head, and I walk upstairs to take a shower. I check in on Viktor and Gabbie, and of course, she’s up running around her room.
She’s screaming, “Hers going to da woo!”
Viktor’s sitting on her bed laughing with her. My heart skips a beat when he looks over to me. I lean against the door frame, taking him in. He really is stunning. Seeing how happy he makes Gabbie, and knowing he wants me, changes things drastically for us. I don’t know if he’ll always be here, and I still don’t know if this is a mistake or not, but for once in my life, I want to take the risk.
I want to take the risk with Viktor.
These past few days with Viktor have been the best. I still catch myself thinking that this is too good to be true, but Viktor has been the perfect gentleman. He’s always been there for me and Gabbie, no matter what. And that hasn’t changed since our time together on the couch. He’s even stayed over a few times. As in, we actually slept in the same bed together. At first, I was hesitant about it, but after two nights in a row and he didn’t pressure me into having sex with him, it became easier to be near him. He hasn’t tried to do anything more than kiss me since our time on the couch together. But, I have to say, all the make-out sessions we’re having, is starting to get to me. I find myself wanting, craving, more and more from him, but he doesn’t give it to me. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for me to make the first move.
