He just stared at her trusting eyes. ‘All we are talking about is sex.’
‘I get it,’ Alina said. ‘PA with benefits.’
This time he didn’t smile because despite her brave words Alina didn’t understand that he didn’t do tenderness and he certainly didn’t do intimacy, which was what Alina’s eyes craved.
‘A sex lesson,’ Alina offered. She was unbelievably turned on, she could feel the moisture in her panties and could barely drag in the sultry air because it was so thick with arousal.
‘No sex,’ Demyan said, safe because his jacket was in the car. But he could show her a thing or three, he thought as his mouth moved in to kiss her. ‘Just a lovely come.’
His tongue tasted of cherries, or was that hers? Alina thought, then she stopped thinking and just focused on the lovely feeling of his hand playing with her nipples.
Demyan had seen a lot of breasts but had never felt nipples as large as Alina’s and his eyes were hungry as he removed her top.
‘What have you done?’ Demyan asked. ‘How far have you gone before?’
‘This far,’ she said as his hand crept up her skirt. ‘But not that far,’ she admitted as his fingers prised their way into her panties.
‘You’re serious?’ He smiled on her mouth.
She couldn’t answer. Alina had never felt anything more wonderful in her life, the press and the slide of his fingers over and over as his mouth worked hers. She should feel awkward perhaps, except there was no space in her mind for that. Surely it should take longer, surely she wasn’t about to come.
‘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
‘I get it,’ Alina said. ‘PA with benefits.’
This time he didn’t smile because despite her brave words Alina didn’t understand that he didn’t do tenderness and he certainly didn’t do intimacy, which was what Alina’s eyes craved.
‘A sex lesson,’ Alina offered. She was unbelievably turned on, she could feel the moisture in her panties and could barely drag in the sultry air because it was so thick with arousal.
‘No sex,’ Demyan said, safe because his jacket was in the car. But he could show her a thing or three, he thought as his mouth moved in to kiss her. ‘Just a lovely come.’
His tongue tasted of cherries, or was that hers? Alina thought, then she stopped thinking and just focused on the lovely feeling of his hand playing with her nipples.
Demyan had seen a lot of breasts but had never felt nipples as large as Alina’s and his eyes were hungry as he removed her top.
‘What have you done?’ Demyan asked. ‘How far have you gone before?’
‘This far,’ she said as his hand crept up her skirt. ‘But not that far,’ she admitted as his fingers prised their way into her panties.
‘You’re serious?’ He smiled on her mouth.
She couldn’t answer. Alina had never felt anything more wonderful in her life, the press and the slide of his fingers over and over as his mouth worked hers. She should feel awkward perhaps, except there was no space in her mind for that. Surely it should take longer, surely she wasn’t about to come.
‘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
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