After three hours of skating, they were all tired and Niko fell asleep the moment they put him in the car.

“That was fun,” Sergei said as he turned the car towards home. “I’m glad you talked me into doing this. And thanks for listening earlier.”

“Any time. Thank you for trusting me with something so personal.”

“I think you trusted me with something far more personal.” He reached for her hand and she let him take it.

“That was just sex. This was—”

“That wasn’t just anything. It was intimate and beautiful…something I’m honored you shared with me.”

“Have you ever been with a virgin before?”

“A long, long time ago,” he admitted. “I think I was seventeen. I’d only ever been with one girl before her, so I was terrified I’d done something wrong.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.”

“No?”

“I trusted you.”

“But I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he protested.

“I trusted you knew what you were doing in general. It was going to hurt no matter what, right?”

He grimaced. “That’s what I hear… It did, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“But you still want to do it again?”

“Well, yeah.” She cocked her head. “Don’t you?”

“You have no idea how much.”

“Good thing.” She nudged him playfully. “You owe me a huge do-over.”

“Oh really?” He nudged her back. “It’s not my fault you were a virgin.”

“But you had more fun than I did.”

“You had more fun than I did when I went down on you in the bathroom.”

She flushed. “So then we both owe each other do-overs.”

“Niko’s going to bed early tonight.”

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After dinner, a bath, and one episode of Doc McStuffins, Dani put Niko to bed. Still tired from his day of ice skating, he fell asleep almost instantly and Dani softly shut his door behind her when she stepped out. Sergei had monitors in several rooms of the house that were always on, so they shut his door at night to keep his room quieter.

With the evening ahead promising an intimacy she’d been thinking about since last night, her entire body buzzed with nervous excitement as she padded down the hall to her room. She didn’t know if Sergei would come to her or if he expected her to go to him, but their routine at night varied. Sometimes they’d watch a movie or talk; other times she’d go to her room to read and she wasn’t sure what he did. Most nights they were together, though, even if she was on her laptop and he turned on a baseball game.

Slipping into her bathroom, she brushed her teeth and brushed out her hair. It had gotten long in the last year, nearly to her waist now, and she’d debated cutting it. Not too short, but maybe six inches or so, where it would still be long enough for a ponytail or braid when she played hockey but not so much to take care of. Not that she did much with it lately anyway, between taking care of Niko and working out. She fluffed it out a little, letting it cascade down around her shoulders and chest. It looked nice that way. She wished she thought about doing more with it, but it never seemed like a priority. Why had her looks never been a priority?

Sergei likes your looks. The thought made her smile and she stepped out of the bathroom feeling better. She paused in the hallway when she heard his footsteps on the stairs and he came into sight. His eyes raked over her in a way that made her insides flutter with sheer desire and she took a shaky step towards him.

“Hi,” she whispered, unable to find her voice amidst the nervousness coursing through her.

“Hi.” He smiled down at her, rubbing the knuckles of one hand lightly across her cheek. “Your hair looks pretty like that.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I take you to bed, Maryanne?” His eyes were twinkling, teasing her, and she cocked her head.

“Is using my middle name code for being horny?”

“Maybe?”

“Okay, Wayne.” She slid her arms around his neck. “Take me to bed.”

He backed her into his room and his mouth was on hers the moment the bedroom door closed behind them. His tongue slowly teased the seam of her lips until she parted for him and then she was lost. She’d kissed a few guys in college, but nothing compared to Sergei. His touch was simply magical and the connection between them was impossibly potent. She’d had girlfriends who’d told her about having intense chemistry with a man, but hearing about it from others was nothing like experiencing it personally. His touch brought her alive, as if she was someone special—even if she wasn’t necessarily special to him.

When his hands cupped both sides of her face, pulling her closer and holding her head, it was like being devoured. She couldn’t move but she didn’t want to; she just wanted more of everything Sergei.

“I want to touch you this time,” she breathed against his mouth. She forced her eyes up, to focus on his, instead of on the slant of the hip bones poking up from his waistband; if his abs were any more chiseled she could bounce a quarter off them.

“Take my shorts off,” he commanded gently.

She ran her hands along his strong, hard stomach. The thick but light-colored hair on his chest was beautiful, accenting his pecs and solid shoulders. She dug her fingers into them before pressing her chest against him. The heat of his skin moved through her like lightning and the ache between her legs made her squirm with need.

“Sergei, I want—”

“I know what you want,” he whispered, moving her hand to his shorts. “And I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re not going to remember your name. But first, you’re going to undress me.”

“But—”

“Shh.” He put a finger on her lips and brought her hands to the elastic of his shorts, guiding her in sliding them down. He was naked underneath and she gazed at his erection in fascination. His cock was bigger than she’d imagined, long and incredibly hard. Tiny drops of pre-cum leaked from the head and she instinctively reached out to touch it.

“I didn’t realize it was so…big,” she murmured, unable to stop her smirk.

“I haven’t had any complaints.”

“I honestly don’t know what to do with it.”

“Rub your thumb over the tip.”

She did as he instructed; it was both soft and hard. The skin was velvety, and she wondered why she’d always thought it would be rough. When she hesitated again, his hand closed around hers and guided her, showing her how to touch him.

“Touch me, baby. It’s all good.” He was breathing hard and his eyes closed as she continued to stroke him. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Her inexperience made her feel ridiculous, but his gentle coaching and words of encouragement emboldened her. When she started to move her hand faster, he groaned, making her even braver. She picked up the pace, the way he’d shown her, and figured she was doing okay since he gripped her hair and let out a hiss.

“Enough,” he whispered. “I’m not ready to get off yet, and you’re driving me wild. The first orgasm always goes to my woman.”

My woman.

The words hit her square in the gut and she dropped to her knees more from the impact of what he’d said than any plan to seduce him, but as soon as she did, his hands were in her hair.

“Not yet, honey.”

“I want to,” she whispered, slowly licking her lips. “I need…to touch you. The way you touched me.”

“Not on your knees. Come to the bed.”

“Why?” She cocked her head.

He hesitated. “Do you like being on your knees for me?”

“My friend Sara once told me she loved being on her knees when she gave a blow job because the whole experience empowered her. Something about the strength in a human being’s jaws and the vulnerability and trust the man gives her by letting her take control like that. I know a lot of girls think it’s demeaning but… The way Sara talks about it, when you really enjoy being with that person, sounds really hot.”

“I can’t speak to what a woman feels in that position,” he said softly, lifting her chin with his finger. “But if you want to do it this way, I’d love it. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I don’t.” She leaned over, pressing a chaste kiss right on the tip. “I want to taste you like you tasted me the other night.” She tentatively nibbled on the head. “Except all I know about doing it is what Sara showed me with a banana.”

He snorted with laughter. “That’s actually pretty close. How about you pretend this is a banana and I’ll let you know if you need to adjust a little.”

She grinned. “Okay. Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Laugh?” His eyes glittered as he shook his head. “Not in a million years. The idea you’ve never done this before makes me want to go all caveman and beat my chest and shit.”

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, gripping his length with one hand and using the other to guide him into her. It was more pleasant than she’d imagined and as she closed her lips around him, she lifted her eyes to search out his. He was staring at her with a look she’d never seen before: adoration and lust, tempered with…respect? Did he respect her for sucking him off? She was so confused she momentarily forgot what she was doing.

“Suck a little harder,” he encouraged. “Take as much as you can, but you don’t have to try to impress me by choking yourself.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to deep throat,” she acknowledged, “but I’ll do my best.”

She drew him into her mouth in earnest this time, licking and sucking the way Sara had shown her that one Sunday morning over breakfast. They’d laughed and laughed, but now she was grateful for the introduction. And Sergei definitely wasn’t laughing. He was thrusting his hips forward in a slow, gentle motion, letting her get used to the sensation of him fucking her mouth. He didn’t rush or try to go too deep, keeping his strokes shallow even when his breath quickened and he began shaking with exertion as he tried to stay in control.

He abruptly pulled away, making her gasp as he yanked her to her feet and tossed her on the bed. “I told you the first orgasm goes to you,” he growled against her mouth. “But that was un-fucking-believable. I’d never have believed that was your first blow job if I didn’t know you.”

She flushed, inexplicably proud to know she’d pleasured him.

“Now shimmy out of those panties for me.”

She pulled them off with two quick tugs, looking up at him expectantly.

His strong, powerful body was poised above her, his eyes on hers as he dropped his mouth to hers again. There was so much passion between them it left her breathless, even as she felt a moment of trepidation, the memory of last night’s painful coupling making her tense.

“Easy.” His voice was tender, fingers on her cheek as he paused. “We’ll go nice and slow this time.”

She was vaguely aware of him sheathing himself with the condom before settling between her legs, but where there had been pain last time now there was only a gradual build-up of pressure as he slid into her one delicious inch at a time. Until there was nothing between them. No pain, no space, not even air. As she adjusted to the feeling of him filling her, stretching her until she was sure she would burst with need, she dug her fingers into his scalp. He was refusing to let her rush him, holding back and forcing her to return his kisses with slow, languid strokes of deliciousness. Even as lightning strikes of energy began coiling low in her belly, she could only focus on the man above her. Watching him glide in and out of her was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. He’d changed positions, holding himself up with his arms, and she watched the muscles in his stomach ripple with each stroke; that alone was enough to push her towards the edge.

“Sergei.” This time she wouldn’t let him slow down, yanking at his arms and tugging his mouth back to hers so she could fasten her lips to his greedily. “Fuck me,” she whispered urgently.

“Oh, my beautiful Maryanne…” He let out a groan. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I want you, Wayne. Harder. Faster. Please.”

“You have me, baby.” He snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself completely and Dani let out a grunt of surprise.

“Oh…” Her eyes rolled back as he picked up speed and trapped her hands above her head with his. “Sergei!”

“That’s it, baby… Let me make you feel good.”

Everything blurred and her body took on a life of its own. When her orgasm crashed over her, the heat was unlike anything else. Sergei’s followed right on her heels, his grunt of pleasure practically ripping out of him before his lips pressed to hers again.

They stopped moving gradually, slowly coming back to reality. The air sizzled with urgency, as if once wasn’t enough, even as they tried to catch their breath.

“What do you think?” he whispered against her mouth. “Better than last time?”

“Fuuuuuckkk…” she moaned, throwing an arm over her eyes. “That was amaze-balls.”

“I thought so.” He rolled onto his back, reaching out to twine the fingers of his left hand with those of her right.

“Can we do it again?”

“As many times as you want.”

“Can I be on top?”

He chuckled. “Sure.”

“Will you, um, do what you did at the party again sometime?”

“Go down on you?” He turned onto his side, smiling into her face. “Sure, babe. Anything else?”

“I’m not sure.” She gnawed on her lip thoughtfully. “What else haven’t we done?”

He laughed heartily. “Oh, honey…”

“Oh, that other thing you mentioned!”

“Which…thing?”

“You know… The butt stuff.”

“You want to try anal?” He looked surprised. “We just figured out missionary, babe.”

“You said it feels good, right?”

“That’s what I’ve been told, but it’s not like vaginal sex. You have to work up to it.”

“What do you mean?”

He pulled her on top of him, shaking his head. “One step at a time, Maryanne. We’ll start with a finger, work up to a plug… But you’re not ready for that, and frankly, neither am I.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause it’s way more intense than this and I want you to be comfortable with all of this before we get to all of that.”

“Okay.” She nestled against his chest. “I’m liking all of this, though.”

“Me, too, Maryanne. Me, too.”