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Natalia almost didn't realize he'd shifted them so that he was above her, so lost in their tender affection was she. But his weight was such a pleasant turn-on, and she lifted languid arms to wind around his thick neck as they settled together, the princess feeling every soft curve fitting against Nikolai's harder planes.

She whimpered when he asked for more, and she was only too willing to give it. Natalia sank her fingers into Nikolai's dark hair, holding him so that she might kiss him even deeper, just daring to slip her tongue between his lips as he'd taught her, shivering at the slippery silkiness of it. She licked and teased, awash in their sweet, sweet tenderness, and something to which she was quickly becoming addicted.

"...mmm, how I love you, my Nikki..." was whispered in the warmth between them when she had to pull away enough for a breath of air. "...so much..."

"I love you too, sweet printsessa," Nikolai murmurs. He keeps his voice low in case there are any errant ears around; even in Malta he keeps on his toes in spite of the more relaxed atmosphere. Satisfied they're well and truly alone, he kisses her one last time on the mouth before moving down a little.

His fingers find the hem of her sleep shirt and he pushes it up and away, revealing full breasts to his eyes. He's touched them before, yes, but he's never seen them and he spends a few moments just looking before reaching out with his right hand to cup one and tease her nipple up high and tight while he supports his weight on his left elbow.

"I want to show you something. Will you let me?"

The bra had been built into last night's gown, so thankfully she didn't have to be uncomfortable while she'd slept. And it was a little unnerving, still, when Nikolai gently pushed up her sleep shirt, coaxing it over her head and tossing it aside, baring her for his heady gaze. But she wasn't embarrassed or modest; she wanted him to see her. And admire what he saw.

The weight of his gaze was a bit unfamiliar yet, but the feel of his hand settling over one full breast made her moan, her back arching to offer him more, and the princess bit her lower lip sharply, feeling her body instantly respond. And still, he wanted to show her something else. Natalia's eyes opened and met his, and she nodded, unconsciously licking her lips in blissful anticipation.

"Da." It was a soft whisper. "Always."

With that permission, Nikolai bends his head to put his lips to her breast, kissing along the curve of of it before flicking his tongue against the nipple to bring it up high and tight for him. She reacts so quickly, the printsessa, and he wonders if it's all for him or if some of it is just inexperience. He pushes the latter from his mind.

"It feels better," he rumbles against her skin, "if I suck them. Get my lips and tongue and the edge of my teeth around that tender skin to tease you. Will you let me?"

Ohh... Watching Nikolai's dark head bend over her chest was its own brand of erotic, but the feel of his mouth on her tender skin had her squirming, unconsciously rubbing her knees together just to keep from writhing out from under him. Her nipples ached, having never before been stimulated so - her own explorations of her body were nothing compared to this.

But his words smoked in her innocent ears, and Natalia couldn't help but moan in response, whirling mind already racing ahead to imagine every tactile moment of what he'd just told her. She whined, needy, and licked dry lips, sinking her hands into Nikolai's dark hair to urge him for more, and hurriedly nodded her willing assent.

"--da," she gasped, so very eager. "Da, Nikki, pozhaluysta..." She'd dreamed of this, but nothing could have ever prepared her for the stark reality, and the princess was quickly learning that in this case, her daydreams and imaginings could never measure up.

Nikolai knows his stubble must be scraping against her skin and leaving marks but he doesn't care, not when he gets his mouth around one perfect nipple and sucks at it, teasing her thoroughly. She can't have more than this, not today, but god it has to be enough. It has to be enough.

He reaches for her left hand with his own, pinning it up above her head and to the mattress, holding her captive for his mouth and his attention now. He doesn't want her squirming away when the pleasure gets to be too much. He wants her to learn how to love this, how to enjoy just this.

"Let me take care of you, printsessa."

She had no idea how else he planned to "take care of her", but Natalia couldn't wait to find out. In the meantime, the soft suction at her breast, the heat of Nikolai's mouth and slick smoothness of his tongue nearly sent her careening over the edge. Her back arched, lifting her almost entirely off of the mattress, and she couldn't keep quiet a long, soft moan, a nest of something coiling low in her loins, just begging for more.

Dimly, she felt her beloved take her hand and lift it above her head, holding her still when she really wanted to squirm and wiggle, inviting more aching flesh for his hot, talented mouth. "--Nikolai..." She managed to gasp his name on a short breath, whining for him, and one lean bare leg instinctively managed to curl around his hip, all the better to roll her lower body against his, unconsciously begging.

Nikolai doesn't stop her from sliding her leg around him this time. It's all right to do this, all right for her to push and rub against him to try and get whatever relief she can. In response, he moves his mouth to her other breast to give it the same treatment as the first, mouth gentle against her.

"Do you want it gentle like this, Natalia? Or do you want a rougher touch?"

Nikolai is eager to hear the answer, honestly, and he will give her anything she wants - within reason. He has to keep some things back so that he gives them only when she's ready but today he'll give her some of what she's craving.

God, how was she supposed to choose? To be quite honest, she didn't care; she simply wanted his hands and mouth on her body, waking it to his attentions. "...Nikki," she tried to gasp, her body arching upwards again, begging the only way it knew how, "...mmm...both, moya zvezda... Mmm, please..."

Her hand in his squeezed, tightening her fingers against the metal digits, and she hiked the leg at his hip higher, her calf draped across the small of his back. "-I just - I just want you...however I can have you."

"Just this way," Nikolai says, scraping his stubble against the pale, soft skin of her other breast before teasing the curve of it with his teeth. He doesn't bite, not really, and nothing he does is going to leave a mark that lasts longer than a moment or two. He doesn't want to mark her, doesn't want to hurt her - only wants to show her the barest edge.

"Just a little bit of sharp for my printsessa," he murmurs. He reaches over and pins her other arm up over her head too, insinuating himself between her thighs. He doesn't move between them but he does bury his mouth between her breasts before licking along the curve of her breast.

"Give me everything you have, Natalia. All of it."

There was no way at all that any other man could ever make her feel like this. She was burning up beneath her skin; it felt stretched, two sizes too small, and she didn't think she could take much more without exploding. Natalia didn't care if left marks all over her skin - they would only be breathless little reminders of Nikolai's possession, and it made her mind melt to imagine looking at them in her mirror and recalling just how those marks had come to be.

But then he was pinning her the rest of the way down, sidling his large body between her legs, splaying her thighs wide to accommodate his width, and his thickness and weight did something to make her involuntarily gasp, hitch a short, gasped breath, and pointedly roll her lower body upwards, dragging that aching place against a hardness that tipped the little princess completely over the edge.

That stimulation, coupled with her beloved's rough, growling voice, and the rasp of his mouth against tender, tender skin sent her reeling, shuddering from head to toe as she called Nikolai's name in a broken, wrecked little voice, completely lost to the first pleasure she'd ever experienced.

Nikolai doesn't expect it, not that, and for a moment he pauses because he isn't sure if she's come or if he just imagined it. Could he get her to come only by kissing her breasts a little? Is that even possible? He buries his face against her neck and kisses her there, then rasps against her ear.

"Printsessa, did you just come for me?" he asks, keeping his voice hushed so there's no chance of anyone overhearing. Her noises had been small and soft so there's not a lot of reason to think anyone could have heard them but it's always in the back of his mind when they're together like this.

"Did I just knock you over the edge? If I did, you're a better student than I could have dreamed for. Not many women could manage."

She was still panting for breath, her body tingling all over. Replete and still shivering as afterquakes skittered beneath her skin, accentuated by his rasp at her ear and the suction of his mouth on her neck. "...I..." Still breathy, still spiraling. "...'m...not sure?" But she thought so, if the roaring in her ears had been any indication, or the tightening in her lower belly as she'd felt him drag between her spread thighs.

"...maybe?" Natalia turned her head, nuzzling for his lips and kissing him sweetly, lingeringly, parting her mouth for his tongue and moaning when they slipped and slid together. God, but he tasted delicious, even more so now. Her hands were still stretched over her head, but she could arch her back a little, offering her breasts again for his mouth.

"Nikki," she purred, rubbing against his hard frame. "Moya zvezda...'m so hot...kiss me again, I want more..."

"One more kiss," Nikolai promises. "Some of us have come and some of us can't right now if they want to keep things going the way they should so one more kiss, solnyshko, and then we'll lay here and daydream for a little while.

When he kisses her, it's full and deep. It wasn't a chaste press of lips he wanted for this last kiss right now. No, it was a messy, desperate kiss with lips and teeth and tongue. He rocks his hips against her again and possibly that's a little selfish, considering he's about to pull himself away entirely, but he wants to be a little selfish right now.

When he pulls away, his breath is coming quicker than usual. "I hate to make you put your shirt back on but I have to."

It was on the tip of her tongue to offer to help him do the same - she wanted to make him feel good, to give him pleasure, to love him as much on the outside as she did on the inside, but before she could say a word, Nikolai was kissing her again, forcing her lips apart and her head back and Natalia moaned with the sheer carnality of it.

His tongue in her mouth, she closed her lips around the slick muscle and suckled with all of the girlish enthusiasm she could muster, and kissed him back only to lick the inside of his mouth greedily, feeling their teeth softly clash behind their messy urgency.

When they broke apart, she was panting all over again, and dizzily nodded when he told her she had to put her nightshirt back on. She had no idea where it had went, and she didn't really care. Rather than bother to look for it - it was probably on the floor nearby - the princess instead reached up for just one more kiss, whimpering softly, lips parted and inviting.

All right, one more kiss. One more couldn't be dangerous, not really, and Nikolai kisses her softly this time. It's more of a tender, exploratory kiss than a hungry one and he releases her hands so she might touch him in return. He'd liked having them pinned over her head but now he wants to feel her soft hands running over his body.

"Touch me," he whispers, rolling over to his back. "Not below the waist but above, yes. Touch me anywhere my skin is bare, Natalia. I need you to touch me."

He isn't going to give in too quickly, no, but he needs her to touch him more than he needs his next breath.

She was more than eager to do so, immediately following over so she could drape her half-bare body over his naked chest, seeking and finding his mouth again as her small but inquisitive hands flattened to his skin. "Da, my Nikki," Natalia panted as she pulled her mouth from his, licking her way over his chin and down the length of his throat, sliding her fingernails gently down his ribs at the same time.

His skin was warm, and sweet to her tongue. She nipped and sucked small little indentations while her fingers busied themselves floating over his exposed torso, thumbs gently flicking over flat, dark nipples the same as he'd done to her. It was pure instinct for her to slide astride a muscled thigh, red curls ghosting over his skin as her head descended, clever lips replacing her fingers and closing over the tight, hard bud, sucking lightly.

Nikolai isn't sure of the last time a woman kissed him like this. He's not sure that one ever has, that a woman has ever spread her out under him and just kissed like this. He feels his breath coming quickly and when she slides atop his thigh, he moans.

"I want..."

Nikolai slips his hands between them and yanks down his underwear, pushing them down below his knees. It's a stupid idea but he has to feel that mouth of hers everywhere.

"Just your hands and your mouth. Nothing else. We're not going to go the full way yet. Not yet."

Natalia sat up and slid aside when Nikolai moved, and her eyes widened slowly when she realized just what he was doing. In the space of ten heartbeats, her beautiful beloved was gloriously naked, and she took more than enough time to simply gaze her fill. Though the male form was more or less a stranger to the young princess, still, she wasn't entirely unfamiliar with it, and the specimen prone in her bed was more than a masterpiece.

Even with his scars, imperfections, and blemishes, Natalia thought Nikolai was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen. His body was his ultimate and final weapon, and it was perfectly conditioned to be such. Almost reverently, she returned her hands to his skin, sighing softly as she felt him twitch beneath her touch.

Naturally, her attention zeroed in right between his thighs, and the girl innocently smoothed one small hand down the inside of a muscled thigh, then she rolled her wrist and curled curious fingers around his stiff length, marveling at the contrast of hard and soft. "...Nikolai," she dimly heard herself say, gently exploring his cock, "...you're so big..."

It's never a bad thing to hear, a little gasp and a description of being so big but it pleases him anyway. He smiles at her and shifts a bit under her hands, spreading his thighs wider so she has more room to touch and to play. It's been a long time since he's been with anyone or anything but his own hand and it'll be nice to actually be with her the way he's wanted.

He works a hand in her hair, playing in the curls. Her hair is soft and silken and he loves playing in it. The idea of that spill of curls across his lap while her mouth is on him is almost too much to bear and he has to just relax and let what happens happen and not try to guide it too much one way or the other.

"Not too big for you, am I?"

She honestly didn't know. She'd secreted her share of "naughty movies" here and there, mostly giggling over the video clips with her friends, and very seldom doing the same while alone in her quarters, usually when the focus of her desire was elsewhere, but as far as practical experience, the princess had absolutely none whatsoever.

Natalia twitched her lips, a little nonplussed. "I...'m not sure," she answered honestly, but never ceased in her slow stroking, seeing how he responded with those very small rolls of his hips, as if he were trying to urge her for more. The sun had risen over the watery horizon, illuminating the eastern windows of her quarters with dim golden light, and again she marveled at the man naked her in her bed, the smoky light eclipsing his dusky skin.

She slowly leaned over and placed her lips just beneath his navel, soft wet tongue gliding over his skin as she licked and kissed. "...want to kiss you all over," she breathed across his flesh, fingers squeezing a little tightly. "While I stroke you like this, moya zvezda..."

It feels so good that he thinks his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. Nikolai rolls his body under hers in a desperate attempt to make her stroke faster and give him something so he can just come and let off all the tension he's had around her since their little lessons had begun. Still, he can't. Not right now. Not when this is the first chance she's really gotten to actually see him.

Now isn't the time to be faint-hearted, Nikolai.

"You could kiss me anywhere," he murmurs. "You could put those lips of yours all over my body and I would die for it every time, printsessa. Do you know how much I've dreamed about this? Just this?"

She nearly flinched away, so strong were his responses to her unthought ministrations. But seeing him respond so to her, and beg for her, made the little princess hot all over again.

Her breasts still bare - she hadn't even bothered to look for her nightshirt - Natalia leaned over once again, this time with her disheveled red curls pouring all over Nikolai's lap, and delicately, so gently, swiped the flat of her tongue over the tip of Nikolai's cock, closing her eyes at the strange, but somehow delicious, taste.

"...can I kiss you here? Like this?" She wanted to. Wanted to make him gasp, make him feel loved, make him feel worthy. And he seemed to need it so much. "...will you tell me how?" She bit her lower lip lightly. "What you like? What you want?" Her hand still gripping his cock, Natalia slithered up his big body to kiss his lips again. "Teach me how to please you, Nikki..."

"Please...you just have to kiss me there," Nikolai says, voice trembling. Not a lot can get him this way, not after decades of control, but this has. He clasps his left hand around her shoulder and gently pushes her back down to guide her to where her mouth had been just a few moments before.

"You just have to lick me, if you want that," he explains. "You can try to suck if you want but if you want to just lick me and use your hand, that's fine too. Anything, Natalia. Printsessa. Anything."

He doesn't know if he ever got this worked up over a woman before because he doesn't remember anyone. The last woman he'd had would have been when Natalia was very young, very soon after he'd been brought back from the ice. He hadn't sought it out, really, when he got everything he needed in love from Natalia. But now he can have this too.

Well, at least now she knew she had complete autonomy; she could do what she liked. Which thrilled her a little wickedly as she followed the press of his hand and returned to her former spot. This time, she didn't hesitate; the spill of her curls flooded Nikolai's groin as the princess lowered her head and closed her lips over the head of his stiff cock, sucking lightly.

She wasn't sure she could take all of it in her mouth, but he had said anything, and she was determined to indulge herself while she had the chance. So the little redhead did exactly that, stroking with her warm fingers what she didn't suck between her lips. And it was a scintillating thrill, doing this for him; something wild and wicked and oh-so-taboo. But she didn't care.

Her head rose and fell in an uneven rhythm, but she was learning as she went. When she wasn't sucking at him like a sweet treat, she ran the flat of her tongue all along the stiff, rigid flesh, learning what evoked what response, and taking filthy delight in all of them.

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