“I don’t want to,” she said.
“What do you mean? Do you not wish to go further until we are married?” He panicked. Was this not what she intended? He would stop, of course, but he wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.
“That’s not what I said.” She kissed him and shifted him so that his back was to the settee, then pushed against him. He fell onto the cushion, and she straddled him.
“I don’t want to move to the bed,” she said.
This vixen was going to be the death of him. He needed to make this good for her and not think about how much he enjoyed her body on top of his.
“Marina, it’s your first time. You’d be more comfortable on the bed.”
“Why don’t you let me decide what I want for my first time?”
“Marina, I—”
“Do you want to argue about this right now, or would you like to see what I want?”
She had him there. Why should he argue? He would much rather find out what she had planned.
“What is it you want? I would give you anything.” If he didn’t have her soon, he might explode.
“I need you to remove your breeches, though. So, I think you will need to stand.”
He was back on his feet in less than a second and shifted his hands to his falls, but she stopped him.
“Let me.”
She worked the buttons, and every touch of her hand taunted and teased him. She slid his breeches over his hips and knelt before him as they fell to the floor.
“Marina…”
“It’s only fair,” she said, gazing up at him. “It’s been far too long.”
This woman wasn’t just a fiery vixen, she was a siren. A goddess. Most importantly, she was his.
He couldn’t speak to argue with her, especially when she was stroking his cock with her hand. She encouraged him to step out of his pant legs and she tossed them away.
The next thing he felt was her tongue running along the head of his cock before she took it into her mouth, sucking on the tip.
“Oh God, Marina.”
She took him deeper into her mouth, using her tongue with skill that he would question how she possessed if he didn’t know he was the only one who had seen her thus.
Instinctively, his hands shot into her hair, guiding her movement up and down his shaft. He exercised restraint to keep from pumping himself in and out of her mouth until he came with her lips wrapped around his cock. But not that night. Not when he wished to experience their climax together. He glanced down at her, and she was enjoying herself. She had slipped a hand between her legs, pleasuring herself while she tasted him. He growled and pulled back, or else he would explode.
“Marina, I need you. May I take you to the bed now?” He pulled her to stand and placed a few kisses along her jaw.
“No.” She placed her hands flat against his chest and pushed him back, so he plopped onto the settee again. She straddled him, his throbbing cock jutting up between them. “I want you like this.”
“It may hurt more like this. It is going to hurt your first time.”
“I don’t care.”
“Marina…”
She licked and nipped along his collarbone, and he couldn’t think straight when she did so.
“Arguing again?” she asked. “I should warn you that I won’t relent.” She slipped her hand around his cock and stroked him. Then she stopped. “Unless you don’t want to.”
