Her heartbeat escalated. She had never thought of herself like that, never imagined that she could drive a man like Lann to his knees.
“We’ll take it one step at a time,” he said. “Start with the shoes.”
This was it. What she signed up for. This wasn’t your average candlelight dinner and then a debate over whose place to go back to. Surprisingly, skipping the dating foreplay made it hotter.
“That’s it,” he said as she pulled off her shoes and dropped them to the floor. “Easy, right? Now the dress.”
She pushed the dress over her shoulders and moved it down, over her hips and calves, until it pooled around her ankles. The stretch top she wore underneath followed next, and then her bra. She straightened, trying to look brave as she met Lann’s eyes. The way they deepened to a golden glow gave her the confidence he asked her to show. He wasn’t shy about letting her see the effect her naked body had on him, and she liked it.
His gaze moved to her hips, desire etched on his features now. “However sexy those are, they have to go, too.”
She pulled off the black French-style lace panties, feeling exposed as she stood before the tall Russian in all her naked glory with him still fully dressed. She could see his biceps flex under his shirt.
When his scrutinizing stare became too much for her, she involuntary crossed her arms over her breasts.
“No,” he said. “Never be timid about showing your body. You’re too beautiful to be shy.” He took her hands and gently placed them by her sides. “There.” He took a step back to study her. Kat felt a flush creep up her neck at his inspection. “Do you ever look at yourself the way I’m looking at you?”
She shook her head.
“Turn around.” He took hold of her shoulders and positioned her so she faced a full-length swivel mirror next to the dresser. “I want you to see what I see, how beautiful you are.”
He removed his glasses and left them on the dresser. He picked up a nearby chair and placed it between her and the mirror, the chair back facing her. Then he rounded her slowly and stopped behind her.
Watching their reflection, he lifted his hands to her hair, smoothing them over the curls down her back. He stroked his palms up her spine, over her shoulders, over her breasts and down her stomach. She tried to look at herself through his eyes, but it was hard to do anything but feel his hands on her.
“You are a work of art, Katherine, more beautiful than any artist’s muse who ever existed. You will inspire men to render you in marble and paint, only I can’t bear the thought of any other man looking at you like this, touching you...” She gasped as the pressure of his caress increased. His hands moved to the V of her thighs, down the insides of her legs. “Like this.”
Her eyes closed as she fell back against his body. She felt his lips on her neck, brushing over her skin, while his hands wrapped around her waist. When he jerked her against him, her eyes flew open.
“Feel what you do to me, Katherine.”
She felt his erection against her back. His big hands easily folded around her middle, making her look fragile against his power and strength. Her head barely reached his shoulder.
He grinded himself against her and groaned. “I am at your mercy. Right now, you can ask me for anything, and I won’t deny you.”
When their eyes connected again, his were wild. He still gave her the same, patient smile as before, but his gaze was different. His palm flattened on her back, pushing her forward, until her ass jutted out toward him, and she had to hold onto the back of the chair to keep her balance. Everything inside of her tightened as he caressed the cheek of her ass, and then ran a finger through her wet folds.
“You want me,” he said, his voice filled with male pride. “You see, my beauty, krasavitsa? You didn’t need seduction. Never settle for seduction. Only take what you want.” His palms smoothed over her bottom. “God, you’re beautiful. Now, watch what you do to me, bella.”
She obeyed his command, watched as he went down on his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he kissed the sensitive skin of her ass. A soft nip of his teeth made her yelp, but the sharpness of the sensation immediately hardened her clit.
“Pain and pleasure are inseparable.” His hands smoothed over her legs, moving up until his fingers brushed against her entrance. “Already you torture me, before I have even tasted you. I am aching with desire for you.” With a firm push against each inner thigh, he moved her legs apart. “Never be shy to say what you want, how you want. A woman who asks for her pleasure, who knows what she wants, drives a man wild.”
Kat whimpered as his tongue swept up the inside of her thigh, first on the one side, then the other. “Since the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to taste you.” He licked her lightly on the sensitive flesh where her thigh ended, and when she squirmed he tightened his grip. “Pleasure can be as unbearable as pain, and I will take you to the limit, krasavitsa.”
She felt his lips on her folds, raining kisses all over her, everywhere, and then his hands released her legs, his fingers gently opening her.
“I want to get drunk on your taste. I want to feel you go weak as I fuck you with my tongue. I want only your voice to exist in my head as I make you scream.”
She trembled. Mac never did this. Mac would have never gone down on his knees and made her feel as if he was worshipping her body. She felt his hot tongue testing her, teasing her, and then he delivered on his promise. He stole her breath as he fucked her with his tongue in strong, steady strokes.
Kat’s knees clamped together in an instinctive reaction, but she was rewarded with a slap on her ass. The stinging shocked her, but it also turned her on. His hand came down on her bottom a few more times in hard succession. The burning hurt and intensified her need. And then she understood what he wanted. She relaxed her legs, threw her head back and tried not to moan.
“Tell me,” Lann said into his caress. “It’s alright, bella. Scream for me.”
Still, she swallowed the sounds that threatened to escape, until his tongue swirled around her clit. She was panting, her body an instrument tuned to his touch. He started sucking her gently, taking his time to enjoy her, groaning as if he couldn’t get enough. Her legs weren’t going to hold her much longer. She could feel her knees shaking, her muscles quivering until his too gentle touch became the pain he promised. Sweet torture.
“More,” she said, her breathing harsh.
He immediately obliged, increasing the pressure of his tongue, pinching her throbbing clit with his lips. Kat was blind to everything but the pleasure she felt at his mouth while his hands held her steady, exposed but cherished, the way he wanted her for him. When every muscle in her body started contracting, he bit down softly on her aching nub, sending her body into a turmoil of spasms. She moaned as her orgasm ripped through her. It came hard and fast. This was a first for her. Normally, she had to work hard for her orgasms, and she had never had one by the hand, or mouth, of a man. Lann kissed her until he had wrenched the very last tremor from her, until her legs gave in and his hands caught her around her waist to keep her from falling to the floor.
“Ah, God, krasavitsa,” he said, breathless, “I cannot wait longer.”
He straightened and slipped his hands under her knees and behind her back, lifting her with ease while he looked down at her with a smoldering expression. Gently, he laid her in the middle of the bed, and then undressed himself. Kat watched as his clothes came off. He looked like a Greek god. His torso was lean, his skin glowing with a golden tan. After his shirt, he removed his shoes and socks, and his pants. He didn’t wear any underwear, and Kat’s eyes widened at the size and thickness of his erection.
For a moment, she felt apprehensive and embarrassed. After all, she was staring at the very large and erect penis of a man she didn’t know from Adam, a man she had just promised could have her for a month.
“Never be shy to look at your lover,” he said. “The human body is beautiful, and it deserves to be admired.”
Lann crawled onto the bed and lowered his body over hers. As he stretched out on top of her, she felt the hotness of his skin on hers, the hardness of his muscles and his desire. He lifted himself on his elbows. His cock jutted at her entrance, a hot and hard promise, and suddenly she was impatient to feel him inside her. When her hand moved down, gripping the thick shaft and guiding it to where she wanted it, he clicked his tongue, but smiled at her with approval.
“So hot,” he said, his mouth claiming hers, kissing her slow and easy, making her need build again.
This is not how it had been with Mac. Never. With Mac it was a one-minute sprint that left her unsatisfied, hungry, and fantasizing about exactly what Lann was doing to her now. Soft lips molded around hers, slowly increasing the pace, until he was fucking her mouth with his tongue. She liked tasting herself on him, but she needed the urgency of that pace in a different part of her body.
She pushed on his shoulders, panting. “Now. Now, please.”
He only chuckled. “My impatient little bella.” He kissed her forehead and her nose. “Impatient, curious, adventurous, and beautiful.” She moaned when he moved down, his mouth finding her breast, licking and teasing, and suddenly, without warning, sucking hard. The fire shot from her nipple to her clit. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. She felt swollen and needy, and where she was biting her tongue before, trying to smother her moans, she couldn’t care now if Alfonso, or the whole world, heard them. She cried out when he took her other breast in his mouth, nibbling and suckling her alternately, while he pushed his thumb down on her clit with steady pressure.
“Oh, God, Lann.” Her back arched off the mattress. “Please.”
“Not yet, bella. Just a little longer. I want to come with you.”
She opened her eyes and stared at him. How could he seem so perfectly in control when she was falling apart, begging him for release?
She shook her head, frustration almost pushing her to tears. She let her hands glide over his chest down his ribs, feeling his muscles bunch and ripple under her fingertips. Only when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer did he release the pressure of his thumb. He moved again, and she could feel his cock pressing at her entrance.
“Yes,” she said, her voice breathy. “Please, Lann. Take me.”
“I will, bella. That’s a promise.”
He slipped his hand down to where their bodies were not yet joined, testing her folds, and when his finger came up moist with more of her wetness, he planted a kiss on it, before pressing it to her lips. “A precious declaration of desire.”
The head of his cock pressed forward, stretching her. Kat cried out. He paused then, keeping perfectly still. The intrusion was burning her both with a pain and a fire that threatened to destroy her mind. Impossible. He was too big. Lann took her face between his hands. He kissed her, his hips remaining immobile, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of him inside her. She saw his restraint in the way he clenched his jaw, and heard it when he groaned into their kiss. Slowly, the burning eased, becoming pleasure. She wanted, no needed, more. Not able to wait, she started moving her hips, trying to take more of him.
“Slowly, bella,” he said. “Let me savor our first time.”
But her body had a different idea. She wanted all of him. Now. She grinded her hips up and squeezed her muscles to pull more of him inside her.
He chuckled, perspiration beading on his brow. “You’re going to make me lose it, bella.”
Kat was beyond losing it. She wanted him with a hunger she had never felt before. “You said to tell you. So, I’m telling you. Give me. All. Now.”
“Fuck,” he said, pushing forward, working himself another inch inside of her. “I will. But you’re so tight.”
Kat lifted her legs, wrapping them around him, rotating her hips.
He groaned again and gritted his teeth. “Please, Katherine, stop.”
His reaction told her he hadn’t lied about the power he said she had over him. She arched her back and grazed the hard tips of her breasts over his chest. Remembering how erotic the sharp nip of his teeth on her ass had been, she bit softly into the muscle of his shoulder.
His response caught her off guard. He plunged forward with a primal cry, stretching her, making her scream. Kat felt the change in him. His control slipped. Lann enjoyed the soft pain inflicted by her teeth. Where he was gentle and careful before, he now moved fast, pulling back and burying himself inside her. This time, he didn’t give her more than a second to adjust to his size before he started moving again, hard.
He pushed into her, over and over, the power of his movement shifting her up the mattress. Kat cried out as her world spiraled out of control until only sensation existed. Her body was slick with perspiration, her muscles quivering. She had expected it to last for maybe a minute, but Lann was relentless, driving in and out of her with a force and speed that she feared she wasn’t going to be able to stand for long.
She shook her head. “I can’t...”
He pulled back to look at her, wiping a strand of hair from her face.
“Lann, I can’t. It’s too much.”
Easing back, he lifted his upper body until he knelt between her legs, and draped her ankles over his shoulders. One hand gripped her hair, while the other went to her hip.
“This is going to be intense, krasavitsa,” he said, his voice holding a warning, “but it’ll be quicker for both of us,” and then he pulled back and slammed into her.
He hadn’t lied. It was intense. His eyes locked with hers as he picked up speed, moving with a frenzy that had only pleasure existing in her senses. Her cries were mangled sounds. His cock touched and stroked a spot deep inside of her, and within seconds, she felt the pressure building to a new crescendo.
“Lann...”
He let go of her hair to press his fingers down on her clit, and in that second, her pleasure lifted like a wall of water. When it crashed, Lann found his release too. His face was distorted with pleasure, his body tensing as he ejected his sperm into her, jerking with spasms of ecstasy. His head fell back as his male cry filled the room. It lasted longer for her than for him, but Lann waited until the aftershocks of her orgasm had passed before he lowered her legs and stretched out on top of her, managing to stay inside her.
Kat was a shivering mass of nerves, her legs shaking and her body boneless.
Lann wrapped his arms around her, and without pulling out of her, turned her onto her side to face him. He kissed her tenderly, stroking his hand up her arm and down her back in soothing circles until she drifted away into an exhausted sleep.
When she woke up, she stared into Lann’s concerned eyes.
“Katherine.” He sighed. “Are you sore?”
She flushed. “A little.”
“How long has it been?”
“Little over a year.” She ran her finger down his breastbone and felt him shiver. “I’ve never had an orgasm with a man before.”
His expression was primal. “I’m glad I was your first. I’m looking forward to making you come in a hundred different ways. But don’t ever drive me that hard again.” He looked at her repentantly. “I wanted our first time to be gentle.”
“I didn’t,” she whispered, lowering her eyes.
He chuckled and kissed her nose. “Not even an hour into our arrangement and you’ve got me in your power. How can I deny you anything?”
The word ‘arrangement’ irked her, but she brushed it aside. Her body was aching all over. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. What time is it?”
“Past dinner time.”
“Shit.” She shot up. “I have to call Diana. She’ll be worried.”
“Done,” he said, touching his finger to the tip of her nose.
“What?” Katherine frowned at him.
“I had Alfonso call her, told her you’re with me.”
Lann had Diana’s number? “Oh. Thank you. That was thoughtful.”
He got up and looked down at her. Kat’s eyes ran over his body. A smile
tugged at his lips as he walked to the dresser, took his glasses and put them on. Somehow, they enhanced his features, giving the perfect, stark lines of his face a softer appearance.
He came back to the bed, took her hands and pulled her to her feet. She flinched at the tenderness between her legs. After finding his shirt on the floor where he had dropped it, he held it open, and Kat realized he was inviting her to put it on. She stepped into the white fabric and worked her arms inside. It smelled of him, an alluring male scent of strength. He turned her to face him and buttoned up the shirt. When he was done, he stepped back and regarded her. Without warning he drew her into his arms, hugging her to his chest fiercely, before he set her aside, as one would move an object. He reached for his jeans and pulled them on. He was hard again, and Kat watched, hypnotized, as he forced his large erection into the fabric and zipped himself up.
He held his hand to her. “Come.”
Lann opened the door at the far end of the room that interconnected with another bedroom. It was decorated similar to hers, but his scent hung in the air, and Kat realized that this was his. They stopped in front of a painting of Saint Teresa. Still holding her hand, Lann reached with his other under a desk facing the window and slid open what looked like a secret drawer. Inside was a thumb print device, the kind they used in businesses for identification. He placed his thumb in the indent, and the painting slid to the side. Behind it was a small vault, the kind that worked with a digital pin. He punched the four-digit code in right in front of her eyes, apparently not worried that she now knew it. When the door clicked open, he reached inside and pulled out a small black box.
“For the time we’re together,” he said, “I want you to wear this.”
He flicked it open, and Kat peered down to see a platinum ring with a large, oval diamond. It was magnificent. She frowned. He wanted her to wear a ring? Lann removed it, lifted her hand, and slipped it onto the ring finger of her left hand. It fit suspiciously well. Perfect, in fact.
He held her hand up. “There,” he said, looking pleased with himself.
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