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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.

Everything she did was wicked. Nikolai thinks he's probably going to hell after this, after indulging himself in the fantasy of having Natalia suck his cock, but he thinks hell will probably be worth it after the heaven that is seeing her red curls spread out across his skin and feeling her warm, wet mouth around him.

She's unpracticed and it makes him love her more for it. She's clearly never done this before and her uneven movements were experimental and driven by pure desire and not by any need to outshine another's performance or put on a performance act of her own. No, this is just because she wants to. Natalia is giving of herself to him because she wants to.

He doesn't want to hurt her but he does push her head down a little the next time she sucks at him, trying to encourage her to take a little more.

"Please, Natalia? For me?"

She was still too inexperienced to take too much more, but Natalia opened her mouth a little wider and tried, feeling the soft tip hit the back of her throat, and she had to stop. But after a deep breath and a lick of her lips to clean them, she tried again, and again, and again, tightening around his hard cock each time.

Dimly she felt Nikolai's hips buck upwards beneath her, and that was its own reward; that she could incite such an erotic response from the man she loved. It only made her want to please him even more, to moan around the rigid flesh in her mouth, and slurp her way up and down with teenage gusto.

She can't swallow him deep or take him fully but none of that matters. What matters is that it's Natalia closing her mouth around him and the inexperience is charming and erotic all on its own. He groans low and fists his hands in the bedsheets.

He tries to keep from thrusting hard but he feels desire pool low in his belly and knows he's close. He's so fucking close but he wants to stay on the edge a little while.

"Tease me," he gasps. "Keep me wanting for a bit, printsessa. Make it last for me."

Hearing his guttural plea, Natalia slowly lifted her head, lips swollen and glistening, parted as she softly breathed in and out. Green eyes were almost black, pale skin framed by blood-red curls. The princess slowly ran her tongue around her mouth, giving a soft, husky moan to taste her beloved even then, and she turned her head to press open mouthed kisses to hard thighs, licking along the lines of defined muscle.

She whispered his name in a little sing-song voice, soft and girlish, but she didn't hesitate to slide a hand beneath Nikolai's knee and coax him to bend his leg, spreading them even more for her, and she teased her fingernails here and there, exploratory and curious as she'd ever been in her entire life. His cock she ignored for the moment, though one small hand did give it a loving stroke now and again, little fingers curling below to fondle the heavy sack, eager to gauge that response.

He'd asked for the teasing but now that he has it, he wants to scream. Nikolai knows it's for the best and so he can last but it's driving him crazy right now. Her kisses are soft and exploratory, gentle in the way only she could give him. It feels like the natural extension of their relationship as friends and trusted soulmates.

When her fingers curl under him, he cries out sharply and his hips snap up almost desperately, chasing how good it feels and who is giving it to him. Nothing is going to feel better than this. Nothing.

He spreads his thighs wider for her. "You can touch me everywhere."

Never in her life had she felt so powerful. Natalia was slowly coming to realize just how much power a woman might have over a man, and that it was only magnified exponentially when love, true love, was involved. Hearing Nikolai gasp, pant, then cry out for her made her loins clench yet again, and her own breath come a little sharply. He bucked up beneath her and she lurched, but once more lowered her head over his lap and sucked him deep between her lips, as far as she could.

The more she tried, the more she learned, and her own little whimpers soon began mixing with the sounds of her sucking, tongue laving over the swollen head and lapping up and down when she had to pause for a quick breath. Her own pleasure was ramping higher and higher, and she ached, down below her stomach. She felt so empty, and she knew that what she had in her mouth was the only thing capable of slaking that desirous need.

It made her lips tighten even more, and she pressed further, taking him as deep as she dared, feeling the slick head press just the slightest into her throat and she gave a whining moan, since she felt just as wicked and wild as the very devil.

Nikolai hadn't expected her to be able to take him so deeply and when the tip of his cock presses against the back of his throat, he makes a strangled sound and grips her hair tight, pulling as he rocks his hips and comes white hot. He hadn't gotten a chance to warn her and he feels bad for that.

"Printsessa, I'm sorry I didn't warn you," he murmurs. He loosens his grip in her hair and pets her softly, replete and satisfied. All his limbs feel loose and he's the happiest he's been in the longest time. There's a smile tilting his lips and he has no idea how he's going to hide this.

"Normally...next time I'll give you the choice," he says softly. "Of whether or not you want to swallow."

She wasn't exactly ready for that particular "surprise", and had to choke back a squeal when Nikolai suddenly filled her mouth, but she did relatively well in not choking. Sheer reflex forced her to swallow lest she did gag and gasp, but the little princess grabbed a corner of the forgotten sheet and cleaned her mouth, taking a few deep breaths for residual calm.

Her scalp stung just a little but her Nikki was stroking her, soothing, petting, and she felt quite like a satisfied cat, almost purring as she wiggled back up the length of his body to nestle close and warm in his arms. She couldn't help but smile doofily right back, leaning over to lick her way into his luscious mouth simply because she couldn't get enough of him.

"...it's okay," she forgave him after that sweet, deep kiss, nuzzling his nose with hers and holding him close. "I love you so much, do you know that? There aren't stars enough for how many times I want to say it, moya zvezda." I love you, I love you, I love you - she wanted to write it across his skin. Hers, and hers alone.

"Usually you get a choice," Nikolai says, laughing softly as he wraps her up in his embrace. "And I'll give it to you next time. This time, it just felt too good for me to stop."

He kisses just the tip of her nose, loving how small and perfect she feels in his arms, and he sighs in contentment. "There is no one I love more than you. There is no one I love but you. You're everything to me."

He doesn't want to go anywhere and the idea of going to Mass in a few hours pains him. He doesn't want to leave this bed and dress because it means time away from Natalia and her warm skin. Still, it's for the best. If he's here much longer, he'll fuck her.

Natalia felt her nethers clench at the promise of next time. God, please, yes. Soon. "I'm glad," she breathed into their sweet nuzzles and kisses. "I like making you feel good." She licked his lips, unable to help rubbing against his sleek, sweaty body. "It makes me feel good, malyshka, pleasing you."

Hearing his returned declaration had her purring all over again, slowly drowning in the tender affection between them, and she might have wormed her way beneath him to spread her thighs and let him have everything - oh, how she wanted - but a light rap on her locked bedroom door thwarted all of that, having the same effect as a cold shower.

"Princess!" she heard Mati's cheery voice call. "An hour until church! Are you going this morning, bambina?"

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