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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?"

"You know we have to go to Mass," Nikolai says, chest rumbling with a laugh. He rubs his hand down her back and sighs a little, enjoying the feel of her laying against him. He doesn't want to let her up and he doesn't want to get up and go to church. Still, they have to make appearances.

"It won't be so long and we can come back and play in the sun, hmm? Just the two of us on the beach? I might like to kiss my Natalia on the beach."

It would be dangerous but he thinks he can keep them secret. He's always been good at keeping an eye on his surroundings and Natalia is his most precious charge; he'll do anything to protect her and her reputation.

"I know," she pouted, huffing a little. The idea of getting up and showering for Mass was decidedly unappealing, not when there were better things she could be doing, such as slithering down her beloved's body one more time to make him shake and moan. But returning home and sneaking out to the beach to kiss, touch, and kiss more was a grand idea, and Natalia told him so between soft, tender kisses, arching her back to his touch and making sure to rub as much of her skin against him as she was able before regretfully pulling away to assure the housekeeper that yes, she was awake, and yes, she'd be going to services this morning.

Forty-five minutes later, the Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia was showered, primped, curled, and dressed in a softly elegant ensemble consisting of a blousy black tunic that hugged her breasts but draped across her midriff, showing just a hint of creamy skin beneath its hem, a fitted black and white skirt just long enough to be considered decent, but at least it did hide the tops of her sleek black stockings, and three inch heels to give her just a little bit of extra height. Curvy and womanish even at fifteen, the little princess would never be tall and willowy as some Russian debutantes.

Nevertheless, she was still beautiful, even if she wasn't entirely aware of it, and red curls streamed down her back since she'd not bothered to "fix" them, and the rest of her makeup she applied in the car on the way. It wouldn't do to be late, after all.

Nikolai was in one of his suits, a dark one today with a sapphire blue tie, and he opened the door for Natalia to let her into the car before sliding in beside her. He prefers her "messy" look because it reminds him of the wrecked look she has after she's been kissing him and he pulls her close to him.

"Remember this morning, lisichka? I wish we never had to leave our bed," he murmurs. "We could still be there now if you wanted. I'm going to have to keep my hands off you for the entirety of Mass and it'll be the hardest thing I've ever done."

He drapes his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close, kissing her temple. "I'll make it up to you this afternoon."

Her lip gloss hadn't yet dried, and that was the only thing that kept her out of Nikolai's lap during the short drive to the church. Natalia did, however, let him pull her close and nuzzle her hair, and she gave his thigh a squeeze in turn.

"Soon," she promised, breath coming a little faster at the scent of his warm skin and clean cologne. "And of course I remember. I didn't want to get out of bed either, Nikki. Mmmm, that was so much fun...being with you that way."

But appearances were indeed important, and Natalia wasn't too surprised to find Jason waiting for her in the narthex, smiling when he saw her and inquiring if he might sit with her during service today. Naturally she accepted, and the lanky boy took her arm gallantly, leading her down the center aisle to a seat midway in the congregation, seating her with sweet sincerity, then plunking down next to her.

Nikolai sits on the other side so Natalia is between them and while he knows the words and rhythms of Mass, it's a little hard to pay attention. He's never been a good Christian - why is there so much evil in the world if God is real and present - but he does go through the motions of it so he doesn't embarrass the Imperial Family. It's his duty.

He doesn't have the best singing voice so he keeps his voice as soft as he can through the Gloria and the opening hymns and when it's time to hear the lessons, he gets distracted from the Bible by looking down Natalia's blouse. It's billowy enough that occasionally he can see the curve of her breasts above a lacy bra and he feels like a boy stealing a cookie he shouldn't have.

He clears his throat loudly when he misses the beginning of a prayer and tries to cover it, mumbling the words without paying attention at all.

Nikolai wasn't the only one feeling a little hot and bothered, and not due to any spiritual intervention. Natalia was all too conscious of a muscled thigh pressed nice and snug against hers, not even a sheet of paper would slide between. And while Jason was nice, pleasant, wore good cologne, and had about all the appeal of a cute little puppy at Yule, there was no way the poor lad could ever be able to command her attention as did the man on her opposite side; his clean, crisp scent deep in her nose and the heat of his body scorching her from the inside out.

But appearances were important, and her father had raised her to believe it, so even though she wanted little else but to hurry out of the church and clamber into the back of the sedan with her beloved, Natalia forced her wallowing mind out of its seductive gutter and back into the service, singing softly and reciting along in a decently passable little voice.

Then it was time to settle down for the sermon, but she couldn't help but fidget every so often, the rasp of her stockings a sensual tease as she crossed and recrossed her legs, trying not to wring her hands in her lap.

Nikolai's hearing is advanced, among other things, so he can hear every rasp of silk as Natalia's stockings slide against one another. He wants to get his hands under her skirt right now and get her off in the middle of the church but that isn't possible nor prudent. He shifts a little himself before clasping his left hand over Natalia's knee.

Her skirt has a slit in it so some of his fingers go under it even though he hadn't wanted to and he's glad it's his left; his right would have been too much of an invitation. Still, the homily washes over him in a susurrus of words he doesn't take in and he draws his ring and pinky finger against her thigh in a subtle movement.

Thank God it's the left hand and he can't feel all that supple flesh or he'd be running out of here and to the car.

The princess gave a little start when she felt cool digits come to rest on her right knee, hidden by the curve of her left leg where it crossed the other. She instantly went still, not trusting herself to squirm right off of the seat, but then those fascinating fingers slipped even higher, disappearing under the slit in her short skirt, and Natalia had to bite her lip, hard, lest she moan like a whore right here in the middle of God's own house.

As it was, Jason gave her a glance and a queried eyebrow, but she smiled reassuringly and shifted a little in effort to dislodge those scandalous fingers, even though she really wanted them to trek even higher and slide right beneath the thin silk panties girding her hips beneath the skirt. The titanium pinky slid over bare flesh - her stockings only reached mid-thigh - and she couldn't stifle a shiver, but reached down beside her to dig warning fingernails into her beloved's side.

How much longer did they have to sit here and suffer like this?

The priest seems to drone on and on and Nikolai wants to move his hand but he doesn't, leaving it where it is. He does curl his pinky a little, slipping it against her soft skin, and while he can't feel it he knows that she can.

He shifts his body so the lines of it are pressed up against Natalia more. She's so soft compared to his hard lines and he enjoys that. He enjoys everything about her.

"Good homily, isn't it?"

"It is," she whispered back through clenched teeth and tight lips. But forced a kind smile nevertheless. "It's about temperance too, imagine that." Her right thigh moved a little beneath that titanium hand. But oh, how she wished he'd slide it right up between her legs and stroke her until she screamed, and the recollections of his cock in her mouth not two hours earlier weren't helping any.

Nikolai was sitting so close to her that she could feel the line of every single muscle where their bodies touched; it had to look so sinful from the pews behind theirs. Jason was near on her left side, but there was still air, at least, between them. Natalia nearly swallowed her tongue when Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Want to go to lunch with me after?"

Panic made her smile and not, not really sure what she was even agreeing to, but the boy grinned like an idiot and sat back, apparently satisfied. The princess's heart sank a little, realizing just what she'd set herself up for, but there was no canceling now. And she had left him at the opera, so she supposed she owed him one.

Nikolai hears her say yes and he has to bite down on a groan. Really? He has to suffer through a lunch now without getting Natalia home to do something about all this tension? He squeezes her thigh lightly before slipping his hand from under her skirt deftly. He's pressed his luck in the church too much and they're about to have to get up for communion besides. When they stand, he leans over and whispers in her ear.

"Now we both have to wait. Did you really have to say yes?"

He slips out from the pew then to go take communion and tries to keep his eyes face forward. Temptation in the midst of a church is a terrible, terrible thing and he wishes he could feel sorry for it but he doesn't. Not at all.

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