“Fuuuuuck,” he growled, as I let go of his thumb with a sucking pop. He pinched my cheeks hard in his hand, looking almost angry as he admired me. “How the fuck did you get so perfect?”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, feeling embarrassed, my cheeks hot and stinging.
He didn’t release my jaw. Instead, he tightened his grip and made me look up at him.
“Never deny it. Never play coy with me. Embrace it. Embrace the fucking goddess that you are,” he said, from between gritted teeth. “Got it?”
Oh lord.
“Yes,” I gasped. He released his grip on my jaw, softly stroking my cheek before he went to get his glass, and raised it to mine to toast me.
“To you and me.”
“To you and me, always.”
As I drank my first sip of wine, I realized I was not only thirsty but absolutely famished. I chose a plate of blackberries first, then moved onto a chunk of cheese that he had sliced before I woke up.
Careful not to talk with my mouth full, I chewed until I could politely tell him, “I could get used to this.”
“You fucking better,” he growled.
As we ate, I kept stealing glances at him, still so thrilled by this new way of being with him. For so long, I had yearned for this warmth from him. Now that I had it, I hardly knew what to do with it. Once again, I felt mostly speechless. But there was something on my mind.
I chose an apricot from the tray, and parted its two halves, pulling the pit out and placing it on the tray. I stared down at the sweet flesh, the tender skin, and mustered up my courage to say what was on my mind.
“What….” I stammered. “What is it…”
Maksim watched me patiently, inquisitively. Not annoyed or angry. Not yet, anyway.
But I didn’t want to annoy him. Never again, and certainly not now. In my awkward search for the right words, I let my eyes slide up and down his magnificent, enormous body. Every inch of it so different from mine. I’d had no notion of how sexy he really was under his clothes.
“What’s it like?” I finally managed to blurt out.
He eyed me over his wine. Lion-like now, dangerous and intense. “What’s what like, Princess?”
I gnawed on my lip, waiting to see if he’d get my meaning. “You know.”
He lifted his eyebrow and then flicked his chin at me. “Say it.”
“I don’t know how to say it,” I whisper-gasped.
“Say it,” he said, almost angry now.
I focused on his left eye, then his right, and back again. Though I felt flustered and unsure, he was a fortress of confidence. No matter how awkward I felt about finding my words, I was going to be the one who had to fold first.
So I held my gaze on his left eye, and said softly, “What will it be like when you’re inside me?”
He inhaled hard, his pupils dilating. But he didn’t say a word. Instead, he stepped back, undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground with a clatter. His manhood was thick and stood tall, beckoning me to touch it. The jagged veins that ran the length of his cock throbbed and pulsed in front of me.
But it was so intimidating.
I had no idea how something with such girth and length would fit inside me. He took it in his right hand, stroking it in front of me. Showing me, teaching me. Though I had no experience with any other man, I knew somehow that he was extraordinary. A beast of a human being.
“Can I touch you?” I asked him, finally lifting my eyes from his erection.
“Of course,” he said, still stroking firmly and aggressively, from base to head, where he lingered for a moment with his thumb and forefinger, compressing the tip, before working his way back down the shaft. “I’m yours to explore.”
I began with his pecs, running my fingertips down, caressing his nipples, then down, down, down his beautiful abdomen. With one hand, I got to know the weight and fullness of his balls, while with the other I gently traced those throbbing veins. As soon as my fingertips touched him there, he arched his head back and groaned. I was so close that I felt the groan run through my own body, and through his cock as well.
He let go of his shaft and let me explore him more fully, keeping one hand nestled at the nape of my neck. It was gentle for now, but I knew that all it would take was one shift of his grip to hold me tight and make me gasp. I liked that for reasons I didn’t understand—standing there on that line between pleasure and pain.
“You’re going to fucking obey me,” he said. “You will never deny me. Are we clear?”