45

Maria
I stare up at the lights and place my hands on my stomach as Mikhail pulls my panties down. I wait for him to touch me there, but he doesn’t start there. He kisses down my body, starting at my collarbone. He gently sucks and nibbles at my breasts before moving down to my stomach. He kisses my hands and pulls them away, and then he continues lower.
His serious gaze causes me to giggle. That giggle turns into a long sigh as he makes his way down my body.
I open my legs wider, gasping as his scorching lips leave a trail of kisses behind them. “I like what you’re doing.”
He chuckles. “I haven’t even started yet.” His lips are rumbling against my skin. “I can’t wait to taste you, Maria.”
I shiver as cool air hits my skin. Every touch of his lips shoots pleasure through my body. My senses are heightened, and I’m aware of the way the rough wooden table presses against my back and the way Mikhail’s warm breath moves across my skin.
“Oh,” I whisper as his finger slides into me.
“Do you want me to use my tongue?” Mikhail whispers.
I nod.
“Are you sure?” he teases.
I arch my back, pressing myself against him, and Mikhail grins before he goes down on me.
His mouth is gentle as his fingers explore me. I feel soaking wet, but he told me not to worry. Not to hold back. I moan as his tongue glides across me, not leaving a single part of me untouched. I moan louder as he gently sucks. I’ve touched myself before, but this is on a whole different level. My moan turns into a hiss as my fingers press into the table.
Rapidly, I can’t control what I’m saying.
“Keep doing that! Keep doing that!”
Mikhail does, and my legs start to buck against his face. He wraps his arms around my thighs and holds me still. I scream, not giving a shit if anyone can hear me. It feels too good to care. I press hard into his mouth as his finger enters me.
I toss and turn my head, and I feel like I’m in that painting of the ocean against the slippery rocks. The waves crash over me as my body stiffens and …
“Yes!” I scream as I come. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
When it subsides, I hold my arms out to Mikhail and he lies beside me on the table, wrapping his arms around me. I taste myself in his kisses but don’t feel ashamed of what I’ve done.
Maybe he is the wrong man for me, but he’s the absolute right person in this moment. I feel sexy as I slip my tongue into his mouth.
“You like doing that?” I ask him when we break the kiss, cuddling close.
“Of course,” Mikhail says. “I wanted to see you come undone.”
“You know …” I giggle. “I haven’t lost it yet.”
I kiss Mikhail and run my hand down his chest before touching his cock through his pants. I just let my hand rest on it through the fabric.
“It’s so hard,” I whisper.
A flicker of doubt appears in his eyes and I cuddle against his warm body, feeling his muscles against me, and look at Mikhail with big eyes. He sighs, and I don’t know what to think. Maybe he’ll change his mind. I don’t want him to change his mind. I wrap my legs over his hips and kiss him hard. I don’t hold back as I murmur his name and brush against him.
Mikhail pushes me back. For a moment, I hold my breath, and then he starts to strip off his clothes, tossing them onto the floor.
He crawls in between my thighs and positions his cock at my entrance. He doesn’t speak as he looks at me with that piercing gaze. It’s not harsh and cruel, but it is intense. I like Mikhail like this, so I open my arms and beckon him closer, kissing him gently.
“Please,” I whisper, “I want you inside me.”
Mikhail groans loudly as he slowly enters me. He definitely doesn’t care if anyone can hear him. He squishes up his face as if he’s in pain, but then he relaxes into a low moan. His eyes flutter open, and panting, he looks at me. The way he looks at me makes me forget that it hurts. But it’s a good hurt. And I hold onto him as he pushes into me again.
I catch my breath as he kisses my shoulder. “It’s bigger than I was expecting.”
It was a dumb thing to say, but Mikhail smiles. “Every man wants to hear that.” He kisses me again as he slowly starts to rock back and forth, holding my hips against his.
I close my eyes as he gently thrusts into me again and again. I moan as my world goes crazy.
“Do you like it?” he whispers.
I open my eyes, but I can’t speak, so I bite my lip as another moan punches from the depths of my throat.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he says.
I wrap my legs tight, and the teasing stops as he moves hard and fast into me. I shake against him, unable to hold my breath as I cling to his back. My eyes won’t stay open as my mind loses concentration. I moan each time Mikhail enters me and gasp as he pulls out. I open my eyes a little and Mikhail is staring down at me, watching me intensely. It drives me over the edge.
“Oh yes. Oh, fuck me. Please fuck me!” I shout at him.
Mikhail’s movements become more urgent, and my body matches his rhythm. I can feel the tension climbing deep within me, ready to release. He senses it too and quickens his pace, driving us both closer and closer to the edge. I come again, watching the lights on the ceiling as I cry out his name.
Mikhail shuts his eyes and groans loudly, swearing that he’d fuck me every day if I wanted it. It’s the best first of my life so far. I’m so overcome with happiness that I want to do it again. Mikhail practically collapses on top of me as my legs fall to the sides. My arms wrap around him, holding his sweaty, heaving body close to mine.
Mikhail moves to get off me. “I don’t want to crush you.”
I grab him tight. “No. Not yet. I like the feeling.”
We lie like that for a long time. I press my nose against his hair and stroke my fingers along his back. He sighs as he nuzzles his face against my chest. Suddenly, Mikhail gets up, grabbing a spotless drop cloth and wiping me down before himself.
“That’s perfect,” he says. “Hold that pose.”
I giggle, thinking he’s teasing, but I freeze when he gives me a stern look.
I watch Mikhail stride naked across the studio, and he returns with a pad and a stick of charcoal. His gaze returns to its wary intensity, but it doesn’t scare me. He tears a sheet off and starts on a fresh page until there are a dozen drawings strewn on the floor.
It shocks me that I have any effect on him. But life has had a strange way of showing me that I know nothing about anything.
He puts down his pad and smiles. “We’re definitely doing that again.”
I bite the tip of my finger while I gaze at him. “I won’t say no.”
Afterward, we lie tangled together among paint tubes and brushes. The world outside the studio stays away, and I wonder if we’ll stay together.
I realize that I could fall for Mikhail easily, but there’s a bigger problem than me losing my virginity. But for now, I feel safe-just the two of us alone in his studio.
And I can’t imagine being with anyone else.