74

I was lying back against the tub, my eyes closed, my hands running over the warm water. It was late at night, and after playing the piano for Artemy, I couldn’t sleep.
All I could think about was the moment at the creek that morning. Every time, the same images flashed behind my eyes. Artemy kissing me. Our need for each other.
And then I would remember how it was when he had made love to my body.
My body warmed up under the thoughts of his lips and hands on me again. Letting out a tired sigh, I opened my eyes and stepped out of the water, drying myself with the big white towel. But instead of putting on my nightdress, I wrapped the towel over my shoulder, staring at myself in the mirror.
“What am I doing?” I whispered to my reflection. “Can I do this?”
Artemy wanted me…and I wanted him too.
I craved his touch.
Placing a hand over my chest, I felt my pounding heart. “I don’t want to be scared anymore.”
I wanted to be free. I wanted to live. I wanted to feel…everything.
I wanted Artemy.
I opened my eyes, making direct contact with my own green eyes in the reflection.
Holding the towel tighter around me, I glanced at the mirror one final time before turning around. My hand rested on the knob for several minutes, pulling at the strength and courage inside of me to open the door and go to Artemy.
I was at a constant battle in my mind. Fear on one side, while the other demanded freedom and happiness.
With my final decision made, I took a deep breath and opened the door. Artemy was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with only his black sweatpants on. He was looking down at his phone but quickly looked up when I walked into the room.
“Rebecca?” he questioned, his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of me. “Why are you only in your towel?”
Sitting forward in bed, he placed the phone on the nightstand. “Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, tension cording the muscles of his shoulders.
My eyes met his, and I held on. He gave me strength. “I don’t want to be scared anymore,” I told him.
“Rebecca,” he started, confusion clear in his voice and expression.
Quickly dropping the towel to reveal my bare body, I took a nervous step forward. My hands fisted to my side as I walked toward the bed, stopping beside Artemy.
He must have understood what I meant, because his eyes softened. “Rebecca,” he sighed. Pushing his arm toward me with his palm up, he gave me his hand. “Come here.”
Swallowing hard, I put my hand in his and he grasped mine tightly. My hand trembled, but Artemy gave me a gentle squeeze before pulling me forward. I climbed onto the bed, and he shifted me around, pulling me onto his lap so that I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips.
Bringing his other hand up, he softly rubbed his thumb over my lips. “Are you sure?”
I nodded mutely, finding it hard to voice out anything. “Rebecca, I need the words. I need to know you are one hundred percent sure about this.”
“I’m sure,” I replied, my voice barely audible. Placing his forehead against mine, he let out another sigh.
“Okay. We’ll do it like this. With you on top,” he said.
Me? On top?
Panic filled me, and my hand tightened around his. “I…”
But he quickly shushed me. “I know. It’s okay.”
I didn’t know how to do anything. I had never done this.
“Here.” He lifted me from his lap and placed me on the bed beside him. Artemy quickly removed his sweatpants and boxers, throwing them on the floor so that he was naked too. He pulled me on his lap again, in the same position as before.
“Artemy, I don’t know…” I murmured.
He smiled and shook his head. “You do. Let your mind and body go. Your body knows what to do. You are in charge, Rebecca. Do whatever you want.”
I was in control. For the first time.
Sending him a shaky smile, I placed my hands over his chest and pushed until he was reclined on the bed. I wasn’t sure what to do afterward, but when I felt his length twitch between my legs, I trembled and shifted slightly, causing his tip to rub against my sensitive core.
He touched me last time, but I never had a chance to explore him. My hands moved over his chest and his stomach, feeling his muscles ripple under my wandering touch.
When my hands reached his pelvis, just above his hardened length, I stopped. My head snapped up toward Artemy, looking for help, not knowing what to do.
His hand grasped mine, and he placed it over the rigid head, wrapping my fingers around the length. Our eyes stayed connected as he moved my hands up and down. And then he let go.
Looking down, I rubbed my thumb over the tip and gave him a small squeeze. “Fuck,” Artemy swore. Believing that I did something wrong, I quickly looked up, only to find his eyes hooded with lust.
Feeling confident in my actions, I moved my hands again, squeezing the length at the same time. Artemy’s finger dug into my hips, and he let out a growl.
“Like this,” he muttered, curling his hand over mine again, tightening my grasp. He worked from top to bottom, tightening and loosening our grip until moisture formed at the tiny slit. Rubbing my thumb over it, I coated the tip fully.
“Rebecca, if you keep doing this, I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked.
“Little minx,” he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.
With my hand still wrapped around him, I leaned forward, tilting my hips up slightly, my breasts bobbing forward toward Artemy. I wasn’t sure what to do, feeling lost.
I was about to lower myself, but Artemy’s hands were like a band of steel around my hips, stopping my movement. “You are not ready for this yet.”
“Huh?” I asked, confused. Smiling, he pulled me from his hardness and moved me over his chest.
“Artemy, what are you doing?” I asked, pressing my hands to his chest as I stared down at him with wide eyes.
“I’m getting you ready, kitten. Move up. Straddle my face,” he ordered.
Straddle his face? His hands came down to my thighs, holding me still. Nervous, I slowly moved into the position he told me. With my knees on either side of his face, I held onto the headboard.
His breath feathered over my clenching core. My head fell back at the strange sensation. When I felt his tongue at my entrance, I let out a moan.
As my body responded with a rush of wetness, Artemy’s fingers tightened on my thighs. He ran his tongue over my wet lips, lapping at the wetness there. He licked, teased, sucked, and drove me insane with his tongue until I was shaking uncontrollably. My body clenched, desperate for my release.
“Artemy,” I moaned, my knuckles going almost white at how hard I was holding the headboard. My hips rocked against his mouth, grinding into his face. I sighed and whimpered against his torturous ministration.
I was so close, dangling over the edge yet not falling over.
He pushed his tongue inside me and groaned, and my eyes closing at the sensation building in my lower region. He was relentless, pushing me over the edge so many times but refusing to let me fall. I let go a sharp cry when he brought a hand up and pressed a finger against my tiny nub.
“Artemy!” As my orgasm rushed through me, my thighs tightened around his head.
I was still lost in the intense ecstasy surrounding my mind and body when Artemy lifted me from his face and pushed me over his cock again.
“Wait,” he muttered, leaning over to the side to open the drawer and removing a box. I stared at him as he took the condom out and rolled it over himself.
He smirked. “Now you are ready. Take me, Rebecca.” His words were deep and filled with need.
My entrance was right over his tip, and I swallowed nervously, my thighs still shaking from my orgasm. Artemy’s eyes glinted, and he grasped my hips again, lifting me up slightly. His rigid length strained upward as he fitted me over his cock and began to pull me down. “Like this.”
We both gasped when he sank slowly into me, my eyes almost closing at the wondrous feeling. I paused as he reached my depth, my body spasming around him.
But when the sudden dark memories started to surround me, I went still. Artemy’s hands tightened around me. “Rebecca, open your eyes,” he demanded quickly.
My eyes snapped open at his command, and I looked at him for help, scared that I would fall back into the darkness.
“Keep your eyes on me, Rebecca. Just me. Look at me. Only me. It’s only me, Rebecca,” he whispered gently, his thumb gently caressing my sides.
Only him. It was only Artemy. Just him.