The Only Woman to Defy Him(44)

                ‘Demyan...’

                His fingers didn’t relent, but his palm was on her clitoris as his fingers slipped into her tight space and stretched.

                It hurt and it was delicious and if she’d been a man it would all have been over, because she was twitching to his palm, clamping her thighs to his hand, and Demyan felt a small surge of triumph as so readily she came.

                ‘Lick them clean...’ he said, as he slowly removed his fingers and offered them to her mouth, and their tongues met as he did the same. One taste and for Demyan there was the rare need for his head to lower, for he wanted to taste her, but Alina was first in with requests.

                ‘I want to see you too...’ She could hardly breathe and Demyan felt the brush of a clumsy hand to his groin. He’d never done the fumbles and things. Demyan’s first sexual experience had been with an older woman who’d shown him exactly what to do.

                What was he doing in a field? Demyan thought as, instead of going straight to his zipper, she undid his shirt.

                He just liked being here, hearing the birds and the sounds of nature as something terribly natural occurred; she could never have guessed that playing like this wasn’t natural for him.

                Demyan, Alina decided, had the most beautiful skin she had ever seen. Her fingers traced his chest and then down to his stomach as she tried to gauge the oils she’d use if ever she painted him. Linen White, perhaps, she briefly thought, but then her mind moved to other things as he lifted his hips. She slid his belted pants down, and saw the small wet patch spreading on his black hipsters, which she was going to pull down but he halted her.

                ‘Take it out.’ He liked her nervous eagerness, liked the soft fingers that traced his length and the hand that freed his balls as tentatively as if she were lifting eggs out of a nest, and then he pushed his hipsters down.

                Alina had never felt or seen anything quite so lovely. Warm, straining and strong, he rose to her touch and her fingers trailed along the thick vein and then closed loosely around him.

                Virgin hands too, Demyan thought as she stroked him so lightly. He took his hand and closed it around hers till she caught his rhythm then he released it so she held him solo but she kept losing her stroke. She saw him grit his teeth and she bit down on her lip and concentrated some more.

                ‘Like that?’ Alina checked as a low sound came from Demyan that was somewhere between a cuss and a moan. He swelled further to her palm and dripped to her fingers.

                ‘Oh.’ Alina had no need to ask if that was better, and he watched as greed lit her eyes and he almost came as she licked her lips.

                ‘Can I taste?’

                ‘Later,’ Demyan said. Right now he wouldn’t even make it to her lips let alone her throat, which was how Demyan usually preferred it.

                He took her hand and halted it. ‘I’ll show you how to have a good orgasm if the loser isn’t carrying condoms.’ He gave a wry smile. ‘The loser being me.’

                He pulled her hips so she was over him.

                Demyan loathed a woman on top. Control was the name of the game but he was still in charge here, which made it doable.

                ‘Oh...’ Alina said, as she felt him hard yet soft against her thighs, then she felt Demyan sliding the head of his cock against her panties over and over and even ‘Oh’ was too hard a word to find. Her hips were starting to move on their own, pressing down on the warm head as it butted at her soaked panties. ‘Demyan...’ She choked out his name.