Chapter 5 - Katie

I let my head fall back, grateful I was supported by Aleks's strong hands wrapped around my waist, his palms splayed flat against my lower back. Every inch of our bodies was pressed close together, and I ached with something deep in my core that I'd never experienced before. The strength of his arms and the muscular hardness of his chest as I dug my fingers into his shirt, helped erase what I'd just seen.

But not completely. Not even the promise in his eyes as he lowered his head to kiss me again could get Nataliye's happy graduation picture out of my mind. I should have graduated alongside her, and been wearing the St. Ambrose colors. If my father hadn't left us completely ruined and disgraced,, I might have even been in that expensive photo frame with Nat.

But then, would I have been in her father's arms like this? Being kissed and teased with his tongue until my knees were weak?

Oh, stop thinking of him as Nat's father!

He was Aleks now, just Aleks. A man who wanted me. The man I'd tried to get out of my mind but never could. He was everything I'd ever dreamed of, down to somehow noticing how apprehensive I was about coming home with him. I had never done something like this before, and even though I was so ready, was I going to stack up to the kind of woman he was used to having one-night stands with?

The fact this could be nothing more than that hurt my heart, but I wanted this experience. Needed it like I needed water and air.

His hard bulge pulsed against my belly, and I gasped but grabbed at his head when it seemed like he might break our kiss. I loved that he was willing to be patient, but I loved his kisses more at that moment. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I moaned against his mouth. Goosebumps chased up and down my arms, and he found them and smoothed them away. His tender caresses soon turned wilder, and his hands cupped my backside, grinding me closer to his heat and hardness.

When his fingers found their way under the hemline of my dress and teased the edges of my thong, I gasped again, going completely still as he slipped them deeper between my thighs. I had to tell him. And just pray he didn't stop.

"Aleks," I said breathlessly, pulling back. His hands slid back to my ass cheeks, and I tried to get my mind to form words. I finally just spit it out. "I've never—I'm a virgin."

Yes, he had to know that much. The way he made me feel, there was no power in heaven or on earth that could have made me confess to knowing Nataliye. She was the furthest thing from my mind at that point.

He smiled slowly, his eyes almost wild with a barely controlled hunger. "Do you think I care about that?"

"I just…"

I did sort of think he might care. He was so handsome, rugged, and radiated such power that it was impossible he wasn't a magnet for much more worldly women than me. Suddenly, everything seemed wrong about me. My dress was cheap, I'd been trimming my own hair at home for the last year, I was sure my face was redder than a fire engine, and worst of all, I was practically trembling in his arms.

Aleks pulled me close again, his lips trailing down my throat as his hands began to wander south once more. "You're beautiful and perfect, Katie. You're like a prize. My prize. You don't have to worry about anything."

And just like that, I didn't anymore. I fully believed him, and the feel of his fingers and mouth on me made me forget everything but getting more.

And giving everything.

"Aleks," I said, just to say it, just to hear it. This was real, not a dream. The fact that it could only ever be this one time made me want it to last forever, but my body was urging me on and making me impatient.

I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and pulled myself up so our bodies collided. His hard length rubbed against my middle, and my breasts were crushed against his muscular chest. When his fingers edged their way under my panties again, I felt a surge of desire that should have knocked me out. He delved deeper, and I moaned.

"That's right," he murmured. "Let me know everything you like."

"I like that a lot," I gasped.

I hadn't noticed he'd carefully moved backward through the living area and down a wide hallway. His back rested against a closed door, and he looked down at me with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"Are you very sure?"

He knew I was. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, and my body practically writhed against his. I nodded, and he slid his hands up my sides to cup my face. The hunger was tinged with tenderness as he kissed me until I quaked.

"Tell me," he said, pulling back to capture me with his blue, blue eyes.

"Very, very, sure. I want this so much, Aleks," I told him, forcing past the blush that was trying to rise as I matched his intense gaze. "I want you," I whispered.

He lifted me around the waist and carried me into a huge bedroom, decorated in masculine steel blues and grays. The bed was like a cloud when he lowered me onto it, reaching to snap on a bedside lamp that washed us in a warm glow.

Grinning at me in the small pool of light, he said, "I want to see every inch of you."

He began pulling the straps of my club dress down my arms, easing the stretchy fabric over my breasts to reveal my strapless black bra. I would have given a Genie my life for it to be fancier, sexier, and not so plain and practical, but he licked his lips as he traced the tops of the rounded cups, not seeming to care I wasn't decked out in Victoria Secret's finest.

"I want to taste every inch of you, too," he told me.

Goosebumps erupted all over, and his voracious smile grew wider as he popped open the front clasp, and my breasts were freed to his mouth. My head fell back on the mass of pillows, every sense taken over by the feel of his tongue tracing my nipple. My hands flew to his hair, twisting the strands. A long moan escaped me.

He chuckled, continuing to pull my dress down my hips, pausing to place kisses here and there. He laid his palm across my stomach and growled low in his throat. I would have given anything to know what he was thinking but couldn't find my voice, too lost in all the new and wonderful sensations.

This was Aleks Fokin touching me, kissing me, and making feral noises as he explored my body. The man I used to pine for and be frozen in his presence when I was a young teen, was actually undressing me. The whole time making me believe I was a goddess, something I'd have never thought possible.

Finally, he lowered the dress to reveal my black thong, and I had to look. His chin rested against my hip, and he raised his eyebrows at me. My hands tightened in his hair as my eyes widened.

"I'm going to taste you everywhere, Katie."

All I could do was nod. He pushed my legs wide apart and settled between them, never dropping his eyes from mine. He pushed himself further down, his hands settling on the tops of my thighs, pinning me to the bed. I held my breath and closed my eyes.

With another low chuckle, he swiped his tongue across my most sensitive parts, and my hips flew upward or tried. He held me tight and delved deeper with his tongue, lapping at me and driving me out of my mind.

I barely noticed the noises I was making until he found the spot. With his tongue flat, he pushed on the tender nub, and my soft noises became something like a shriek.

"Oh my God," I said. My hands were clenched so tightly I had to force them to relax, not wanting to tear out his gorgeous hair in huge chunks.

He paused, and I gripped again, needing more. So much more.

"I take it no man has licked your sweet pussy before?" he asked. "I'm the first to taste you here?"

He licked me again, a quick swipe that sent my hips rising to meet his mouth. "Yes," I gasped. "You're the first. I never knew…"

"Just wait," he promised, and went back to work with a vengeance.

Oh, did he keep that promise. Soon, I was lost to anything but the way he was driving me to the brink of absolute madness, but in a way, I never wanted to return. I couldn't think, or speak and could barely find breath to moan. And then… Holy cow. Mother of everything. It got even better.

I screamed. Actually, I screamed as I clawed at his shoulders and hair, pushing him on and, at the same time, trying to get him to stop, because it was way too much. And at the same time exactly perfect and not enough. He kept going, driving me past what I thought I could handle, until the dam burst.

Was this an orgasm? Because it was freaking amazing.

As the waves washed over me, crushing me in the best possible way, I finally started coming back to my senses and let my arms go limp at my sides. My chest heaved, and my mouth hung open as I gasped for air.

I found the strength to raise my head as he lifted his to look at me, his lips covered in my juices and his face wreathed in a smug smile. I nodded, still too loopy to find words to tell him that yes, that was fantastic, and yes, I already wanted more.

He rose and began to unbutton his shirt. I scrambled up, wanting some of that action, eager to get my hands on his body. My hands pressed against hot skin, his chest hair crackling under my palms. His heart thumped wildly, just like mine.

With his shirt off, Aleks was utterly beautiful. Hard pecs, abs were so defined it looked like they might have been drawn onto his torso. I traced every line and leaned over to kiss a small tattoo of an eagle with a rose in its beak on the side of his ribcage. It was beautiful, but I was soon distracted by the movement in his pants. I sat back on my heels, not at all concerned that I was naked. Aleks somehow took away my self-consciousness, and it was wonderfully freeing.

I tugged at the closure on his suit pants until it came open, then slowly pulled down the zipper, pleased at the way he held his hands closed at his sides, and the slight intake of his breath. Was it my turn now?

I longed to bring him to the same heights he brought me, but my inexperience stopped me from reaching for the thing pulsing behind his dark boxer briefs. He ran his fingers through my hair and tugged on it to make me face him.

"Do whatever you like," he urged.

I immediately reached for the big bulge, pressing my hand around the hard form. Then I delved into his briefs and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft, hot and silky in my grasp.

With a growl, Aleks pulled away, but just long enough to stand and whip off the clothes between us. His manhood stood out strong and proud, and I greedily reached for him again.

He guided my hand up and down his length, his teeth clenched as I stroked. He hissed when I nudged my thumb across the tip, to wipe away a bead of moisture.

"This is really big," I whispered.

He laughed and took my face in his hands to kiss me soundly. "It will be a perfect fit."

I already knew his promises were good, and suddenly, I was ravenous for him and everything else he could teach me. I'd dragged my virginity around for twenty-one years, to the point I barely thought about sex. Now, I was obsessed with getting rid of it and giving it to Aleks to do with what he wanted.

"Show me," I pleaded, gripping tighter. I let go and grabbed his shoulders, trying to show him how ready I was. "Please, Aleks."

He gripped my waist and laid me down on the bed again, spreading my legs wide. I wrapped them around his hips to draw him close. We both moaned when his hard length rubbed against my soft, wet heat.

"Please," I said again.

His eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sky, swept down to where our bodies met, and back up to my face.

"I'm going to claim you now, my little prize. Deep and hard, and then I'm going to come inside your perfect body. Then you'll be mine, understand?"

I nodded, shaking underneath him. My nails dug into his sides and tried to push him down, make him fulfill his words.

"I understand," I said.

"Tell me you want it," he commanded.

"I want it so much. I want to be yours. Please."

With a smooth, swift movement, he plunged his hard length deep inside me. It was a shock that took my breath away. He went still, kissing me until I was writhing beneath him, begging him again with nonsense sounds. The initial pain soon turned to pleasure, which soon turned to pure, agonizing bliss.

"I told you my cock would fit you perfectly," he said, pounding deep and hard now.

I nodded, my hair completely loose from the updo I had put it in earlier that evening. A lifetime ago. He smoothed away the strands that fell across my face and kissed me hungrily.

"Yes, it's perfect," I agreed.

"It's you," he said, voice as wild as I felt. "You're perfect. I'm going to come inside you now. We'll take it long and slow later, but now…"

Before I could agree to whatever he said, he pushed his hand between our bodies and found the spot that had made me scream. His fingers circled as he thrust hard inside me. I held on tight, more than ready to ride that crest again. The moment I screamed, my legs so tight around him that one of us should have broken, he plunged deep and roared.

And kept going until we were both limp and panting in a tangle of arms and legs. Our chests rose and fell in double time as our hearts thudded, trying to escape our chests. His head fell to my shoulder, and I ran my trembling fingers through his hair.

"Damn it, Katie. What did you do to me?" he groaned, rolling to the side.

I turned as he pulled me close to his chest. Nestling against him as we slowly recovered was almost as good as the heights he'd brought me to a few minutes before. I'd never felt so safe and comfortable and cared for.

We lay in silence for a little while, our hands lazily roaming, until I finally looked up at him.

"I liked that," I said. "More than liked it."

"I can honestly say it was like no other," he told me solemnly.

"Well, me too," I agreed, making him laugh and drop a kiss on my head.

Then he rose up on his elbow, perusing me from top to toe and back again. A thoughtful look creased his brow.

"Move in with me," he said. "Let me keep showing you things. Let me take care of your every desire."

I laughed, but he didn't. I lightly smacked his shoulder. "Stop," I said with a smile. It was funny now, but if he knew how much I would have loved that, he wouldn't have been teasing.

He shook his head, still not laughing. "I'll up the ante, then. Marry me, Katie." His hand moved to my belly and rested there. "Have my child. You'll never want for anything, and I'll make all your dreams come true."

He sounded dead serious, looked dead serious. But how could he be? I never remembered him being a jokester, but I had barely interacted with him when Nataliye and I used to hang out together. I was in such shock imagining what it might actually be like to be married to him that I couldn't speak. Because, of course, I couldn't tell him why it was impossible. The whole point of this being a one-time deal was so that Nat would never find out. This was definitely going with me to the grave.

He tapped my chin with his fingertip, gently shutting my mouth, which had fallen open at his bizarre proposal. He chuckled and kissed me.

"Spend the night," he said. "Let me show you more of what you'd be getting in the bargain. Answer me in the morning."

I was more than fine with spending the night. Tomorrow could take care of itself, and he'd probably forget his crazy offer by then anyway. And when his next kiss was deep and slow and questing, I once again forgot about anything but how he made me feel.