Page 42 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

And then, I feel her hesitate slightly, her eyes flickering between my cock and my eyes.

I cup her cheeks in my hands, forcing her to look into my eyes. “What is it, Sof?” I ask, gently. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

She pulls back, biting her lip in a way that's both adorable and sexy. "Vlad," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I… I want to make you feel good, but I'm not sure…" She trails off, a vulnerability in her eyes I've never seen before. "Could you… guide me? Show me how to… you know."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding. This isn't the confident, sexy Sofia I'm used to. This is a side of her I never expected to see, curious and uncertain all at once. It's intoxicating.

"Are you sure?" I ask, searching her face.

Sofia nods, determination mixing with the shyness in her expression. "I'm sure. Teach me?"

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Sofia's trust in me is both exhilarating and terrifying. I want to protect her, to make sure she feels safe and respected every step of the way.

"Okay," I say softly, taking her hand in mine. "We'll go slow. If you want to stop at any point, just say the word."

I guide her hand to my lap, my touch gentle but firm. "Start by just touching gently," I instruct, my voice low and husky. "Feel the shape; get comfortable with it."

Sofia's fingers trace tentatively along my length, her touch feather-light. I can't help the small groan that escapes me. Her eyes widen slightly at my reaction.

"That's good," I encourage her. "You can apply a little more pressure if you want."

As she explores, I explain the basics, guiding her hand when needed. I'm hyper-aware of every change in her expression, every catch in her breath.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice breathy as she strokes more firmly.

"Perfect," I manage to say, fighting to keep my composure, even though the blood gushes straight to my cock, making me feel a thousand degrees of thrill.

Sofia's eyes meet mine, a spark of mischief returning. The next thing I know, her hand is gliding up and down my shaft. I'm powerless to resist her, my breath hitching as pleasure coils through me.

"Good girl," I murmur. My eyes drift shut and my hands clutch the edges of my seat. Sofia's other hand finds its way to my chest, her fingers splaying out against my hard muscles.

"Is this okay?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," I breathe, "Perfect."

I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as she increases her rhythm, her gaze locked onto mine. She crouches lower to get comfortable, her curves spilling out of that dress, and the vision—of her licking her lips in pleasure, her hand on my cock, her body for my taking… it’s all too much.

I feel my cock throb. She gasps, her expression softening. "Vlad, I… I want more. I want you."

My heart skips a beat. Part of me wants nothing more than to give in to her request, to lose myself in her completely. But a stronger part knows it's not the right time or place.

"Sofia," I say gently, cupping her face with my hand. "You have no idea how much I want that too. But not like this, not here. Not where we’re on edge, where we can be seen.”

Even though I don’t want this pleasure to end, I gently stop her and make her sit up properly. With my hands on her hip while she straddles me, I look into her eyes, hyper-aware of how I feel her heat through her clothes. But now is not the time to be selfish.

I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and give her a soft kiss. “Your first time should be somewhere comfortable, something private. How about we pick this up back home?"

I see a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, quickly replaced by understanding and… is that gratitude?

"You're right," she says softly, leaning into my touch. "Thank you, Vlad. For being patient, for… caring."

I pull her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Always.”

Chapter 16 - Sofia

The door slams behind us with an air of finality. Vlad's hand lingers on my lower back, guiding me further into the house, our urgent footsteps echoing in the silence. The charged air hums between us, our hurried breaths mingling as the outside world fades away.

On the way, one of Vlad’s men tries vying for his attention about something that happened at work.

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