Page 61 of Whispered Surrender

I decide to go with honesty. If my condition is a turnoff and not what he was expecting, then better to know now, before we go to the trouble of getting undressed. “I guess taking me home depends on your sexual preferences. Experienced and great in the sack or a virgin with no experience and only unclaimed desires.”

Matt watches me for a moment and I see the slight twitch of his jaw before his eyes go smoky and his hand reaches across the table and his finger lifts my chin. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin, Princess?”

“I’ve played a bit, never really got there by the hands of anyone else, but no one has ever entered me. I guess it’s just never been the right time for me,” I say, not telling him the thought of being that physical with a man, someone that could use me like all the men who used my sister, has made me more than cautious. This feeling, what he calls energy, it’s just too much though.

He throws a handful of Russian paper bills down on the table. “Let’s get out of here, Princess,” Matt says, guiding me out of the restaurant.

6

MATT

My Russian princess is a virgin.I take a moment to think about that, and what it means to me and my cock hardens letting me know he’s there. She may have played a bit, but not one other man has ever claimed her, taken her and made her their very own. The reasons why are a bewilderment to me, but I fully intend to find out.

My dick has been on fire to get inside of her since the first time we met, and still is, but I now have a much greater need. One to find out why my princess is still a virgin and ensure that her first experience is everything it should be.

“We’re almost there,” Marenah says as we zig-zag between people on the streets, making our way back to her skyrise.

I guide her into the building with my hand on the small of her back and the doorman smiles at us, muttering something under his breath about young love as we make our way to the private elevator that literally floats to the top floor. When we reach it, she swipes her phone across the keypad. “So glad to have my phone back for so many reasons,” she says.

“You talked to your sister?”

“Just for a sec while you were in the restroom at the cell store. She knows I’m okay. I still don’t understand why your man wouldn’t let me connect with her sooner, or how you knew she was my sister, but it is of no consequence. She was thrilled that I’m safe but wants to give me the big sister lecture for even being in that bar,” Marenah says, rolling her eyes.

When we enter her condo, I pull her to me, watching as her eyes turn murky with desire. So quick to respond to me. I press my lips to her forehead and smooth her hair back from her face and just breathe her in. The attraction between the two of us is like nothing I have ever experienced, and while I want to go slow with her, my body craves hers. I want to touch every smooth inch of her. I stroke her cheek and run my finger along the softness of her full lips and am rewarded with the warmth of her breath as her mouth parts in desire. I caress the side of her neck and let my fingers find her pulse as my tongue seeks more, exploring her seam until she parts for me again letting me kiss her lips and explore her sweetness. I could completely get lost in her, but I need to go slow with her.

“Princess, I don’t want to rush this,” I say, sealing our kiss and letting my lips wander.

My finger brushes gently against her delicate cheek bones, still marked from her encounter with the hand of a dead man when I find him. My lips continue to travel, suckling the delicate skin of her velvety soft neck and she makes the softest sound, a little purr of delight as I travel, breathing her name into her ear. Her whole body softens and I pull her against me, molding us together, reveling in how her body fits so perfectly to my own as I continue to nuzzle her while my cock hardens against her softness.

One more little purr from her as my lips travel up and down the creamy column of her neck, sucking her harder, tasting the sweetness of her skin, pleased with the way she writhes against me as I mark her. I want to go slow, but the need to feel her is almost primal. I kiss her lips again, and she clasps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, letting me know her desire and willingness. My hands trail down her body, cupping her equisitely shaped breasts, so firm with nipples that are hardened with need. I let my fingers graze over the tips that are straining against the soft thin material of her t-shirt and my cock hardens even further at the sound of her whimper.

I slide my hands down her long sleek waist, let them explore the curves of her hips, and then settle on her firm round ass. I grasp it with my hands, cupping her cheeks, pulling her against me so she can feel my desire.

“I want this with you, I’m so ready,” Marenah says as quiet as a whisper, and with that I slide my hands lower, lifting her into the air.

“Hang onto me,” I instruct and she steadies herself as I carry her to the bedroom, her arms locking around my neck and her ankles clasping around my waist. I lay her on the bed and push her hair back from her face, taking in the faint hitch in her breath and the rapidness of her breathing. My little princess may be able to hold her own with a bunch of tough guys, but she’s nothing but softness and sweet smelling vanilla in the bedroom. I stroke the shell of her ear with my tongue, letting it explore as her nipples further harden into peaks that my fingers can’t resist stroking.

She moans softly and leans into my touch. I need her undressed, to see her spread before me, and I have an innate desire to be the first man to bring her to orgasm. I help her remove her t-shirt and murmur my appreciation for her choice in lingerie. “So hot, Princess.” A white lacy bra with a clasp in front reminds me just how virginal she is. I kiss the small valley between her breasts, but I am greedy and need to see what I’ve fantasized about since the very first time I saw her. I slide my finger over the clasp, glancing up at her.

Her eyes are riveted on mine and the blue of her eyes is smoky with desire, and my cock throbs painfully inside the constraints of my jeans. My fingers stroke over the clasp again, giving her a chance to change her mind, but she doesn’t. Instead, my princess gives me the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen and I take that as consent and push against the clip.

The weight of her breasts, small, high and firm, naturally part the material, allowing me to gaze at her pink nipples, hardened and needy. I kiss one with my tongue while squeezing the other, rolling the delicate flesh between my finger and thumb until she moans with pleasure and I make my way down her tight little belly.

When I unclasp her jeans she tenses, but I didn’t need the reminder to go slow or to be gentle, because I want to take my time unwrapping and cherishing her. “It’s okay, Princess, we’ll go nice and slow,” I say, unzipping the material to slide it over her curves, past her thighs and pulling her pants off to expose her long gazelle-like legs and the lacy white panties.

I kiss up her legs, one then the other, stroking the curve of her calves and slowly make my way up those deliciously long legs, licking along her inner thighs and nuzzling against her lacy covered pussy with my nose, until she is nearly panting with need. Only when she grasps the comforter, and moans softly, do I relent, slipping a finger into each side of her silk and lace trimmed panties, sliding them past her delicious curves and down the length of her legs to expose her neatly trimmed mound.

I look up at her as I make my way south and just the warmth of my breath against her pussy causes her to push her hips slightly, silently letting me know that she’s ready for me to teach her and I want nothing more than to do that very thing. I nuzzle her mound with my nose, slide down, and push her legs apart indecently, watching her closely as I do. Her eyes close and then open with undisguised embarrassment, but she isn’t able to hide the desire that lurks there, too. It’s too palpable and such a mirror image of my own that I would recognize it anywhere. I hold her gaze as I dip lower, allowing my tongue to touch her clit, and she raises up, shocked at the sensation. “Just feel, Princess, let me teach you about pleasure,” I say, letting my tongue wash over her as she softly moans, causing my dick to pulse with need.

I want to explore every inch of her, sliding my tongue over her soft velvety folds, wet with desire and longing and so very sweet. I do it over and over until she is writhing with need. Only then do I wash her clit with my tongue, soft firm strokes that leave her panting with each pass, frantic with need and begging me not to stop. I draw her little bud into my mouth and suck hard sending her into a spiraling orgasm that causes her to buck against me and scream my name over and over until the waves have finally subsided.

When she stops quivering the look of embarrassment she has on her face realizing that my face is still between her open legs is priceless. I know she wants to close them, but I want to taste the cream I’ve created and keep them spread with my hands. “Princess, I think you owe me dessert,” I say, licking down her wetness and dipping into her creamy center. She moans, and my cock throbs hard with desire, but I know it’s going to have to be satisfied with my hand because tonight is not the night.

When I take her, she will have a night worthy of the princess she is, but when her hips raise with need, as I let my tongue find her entrance, I have to will myself to keep it together. And, that’s precisely what I do until she starts squirming against my tongue, giving me even more access to the sweetness I desire as I drive into her virginal spot over and over, bringing her over the edge again, panting my name as she comes all over my tongue for the second time tonight.

When I’ve thoroughly cleaned her, I slide up beside her, pulling her body into my own. “Rest Princess,” I say, nuzzling her neck, feeling the smooth softness of her long blonde hair cascading around us.

“Hmm, I’ve never felt something like that. I want to make you feel good, too,” Marenah says, her voice low and barely intelligible with the need for rest.