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Was he asking her permission to go further? Was he trying to stop? He didn’t know.
He pulled away slightly and her soft fingers came up to his lips. Tracing the outline of them. Need was singing through his blood.
‘Is this real?’ she whispered.
‘Yes.’
It was all he could manage before his hand was at the back of her head and he was kissing her again. Harder. Deeper. Nipping at her lip as desire flooded his body. Her hands were sliding down his chest, making his breath catch, but they stopped on his stomach and he almost begged her to keep going. He trailed his lips along her jaw, to her ear. He understood her question...it seemed like a dream to him too.
‘I need to touch you. Please,’ he begged.
‘Yes.’
One little word that nearly undid him.
With one arm firmly around her, he slid his other hand down her neck, over her chest, cupping her breast. She mewled against him as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, so he did it again.
‘I need more,’ she begged him.
‘Tell me what you want,’ he said against her neck.
‘Vasili, please...’
‘Tell me how to serve you, Helia.’
‘Touch me...there.’
He trailed his lips over her neck and cheek and just as slowly trailed his fingers down her stomach, dipping below the water and under the waistband of her panties. She shuddered against him. Moaned as his lips closed over hers at the same time as his fingers slipped into her core, finding her slick for him.
He stroked her until she was panting. Every sound she made was driving him into a frenzy of lust. He was painfully hard now, but all he cared about was Helia’s pleasure. He needed her release as if it was his own. It was a new feeling to him. Pleasure was always mutual, and then it was over, but here in the water with Helia he never wanted it to end.
Helia could barely think. His kisses were stoking the flame of her desire while his fingers pushed her further and further to the edge. But she was afraid of the fall. It felt so good here. She didn’t want to think of what came after. So she tried with all her might to hold on to this feeling. This blazing heat consuming her. The water was doing nothing to extinguish the flames. If anything, the constant gentle waves were adding to her pleasure.
Her fingers slid down Vasili’s body, gripping the waistband of his shorts. She felt him tense. Felt the twitch of his hardness against her body. She wanted to touch him.
Helia had fantasised about this. Being in his arms. To give and receive pleasure. Her fantasies had been positively dull compared to what she felt now. Her rough breaths grew ever more rapid. There was a coiling in her belly. She wanted him to feel it too.
‘You feel like heaven, Helia,’ Vasili said, kissing his way down her throat.
‘I want to touch you too.’
‘Not yet.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because right now I need you to come apart for me. And when you do touch me I want to be able to see you...and for you to see a king fall apart at your touch.’
Helia was barely hanging on, his words sending a shock of arousal through her. And as if Vasili could tell just how close she was, he slipped a finger into her, then another. He was curling them and making them hit a spot that had her seeing stars far brighter than the ones overhead.
‘Vasili!’ she cried out as she shattered around his fingers.
He pulled her against him even tighter, kissing her hungrily, stroking her and drawing out her pleasure until she felt weak-kneed.
And then she was in his arms and they were moving out of the water, Vasili carrying her to their chalet.
He took them straight into the large shower, where they washed off the sea and sand. Vasili made her come apart on his fingers again, and all the while he wouldn’t let her return the favour, making her grow tense. Self-conscious. Maybe he’d had a taste of their passion and found her lacking. Her experience was limited, after all.
She climbed into the bed and he slid in after her, propping his head up on his hand. Lying on her back, she looked into his eyes, and could see swirling thoughts behind them. In the light of the room she could see the haze of lust dissipate, gone from his features to be replaced by something else.
