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It’s slow, leisurely, testing, like we have all the time in the world. He rolls my nipples between his fingers gently, and the coiling tight in my lower abdomen explodes, and I come on a long moan, gripping Lev’s short hair in my fists and arching back against Mik. He caresses me through it, whispering in my ear how beautiful I look, how perfect I am, how much he can’t believe he gets to touch me this way.

When I come down from my high, my entire body is more relaxed than I think it’s ever been before. My pussy tingles pleasantly, and a warm, content sensation washes over my entire being. Oh. So this is what I’ve been missing.

I like this.

I’m vaguely aware of Roman standing up from the couch before leaving the room. A part of me should feel guilty or bad that he hasn’t participated yet, but I’m too loopy and happy to really care much. He comes back a moment later anyway, placing something on the edge of the mattress.

“You done for the night, baby, or ready for more?” Roman asks, and I hum happily in response, stretching my limbs out and feeling the ache in my muscles. Besides painting and riding, I don’t work out, so my body aches pleasantly.

But, if I only get this for a day or two, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

Chapter twenty-three

Mikhail

The boxes of condoms Roman found taunt me. Even more than Tatiana, naked and sated, laid out in front of me. She’s even more beautiful than in my fantasies. Maybe because she’s real. Because I can feel her soft skin beneath my callouses, feel her nipples pebbled for me, taste her tongue on my lips.

I take a steadying breath in and out. Are we really doing this?

I look at Roman, who nods to the box of condoms. My hands are shaking as I pick them up, lay Tatiana down on the mattress, and take Lev’s position between her legs.

The smile she grants me when she opens her eyes and sees me makes my heart flip and my stomach swoop low. God, I love her. I love everything about her. But when she looks at me like this, I feel like a man. I feel like I could take over the world. I feel invincible.

She reaches a hand out to me, resting it on my waist.

“Your first time, too?” she asks, and there isn’t an ounce of hesitation or judgement.

I bite my piercing and nod. Her smile widens.

“That’s kind of perfect, isn’t it?”

I bite back my smile because it is. But not because it’s both of our first time, but because it’s her. It’s always only ever been her.

I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. And I was content dying a virgin, with only fantasies of her to keep me warm at night. But if she’s brave enough to cross this line in our friendship, then I have to be brave enough to cross it with her.

She tugs at my shirt. “I want to see you.”

Duh.

I grip the back of my shirt with one hand and pull it over my head, tossing it to the side. I lift my knees off the mattress awkwardly and shrug out of my jeans and boxers, letting her see me completely. It’s still dark, the only light coming from the fire, but the way her eyes hungrily eat up every inch of my skin has me equally thrilled and anxious.

I rip open the condom and go to put it on, but it’s the wrong way, so I fumble with it and turn it the right way. Tati giggles, and while I should be embarrassed, I can’t help the warmth her laughter creates in my chest. And I know it’s not coming from a place of judgement, but of excitement. She’s just as excited about this as I am.

I position myself between her legs and hover over her on my hands, but I don’t insert myself. Smiling down at her, I tenderly move a piece of hair off of her forehead. She mimics the motion in my own hair, as unruly as it is, nothing’s going to stay. But her hand lingers down my cheek and neck, and I close my eyes, leaning into her touch.

She just came, so I’m going to have to build her up again, because the second I’m inside of her it’s going to be game over. If I don’t come on her leg.

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her slowly, tongue caressing hers. Her hands roam every inch of my body - my shoulders, my arms, my chest, my back. She’s touched me before, but never skin to skin. I sink into this ocean of feeling and lust and nerves as I slowly roll my hips and rut against her, dragging my cock through her wet lips and teasing her still hard clit.

She moans, pulling me harder against her, but it’s not enough. I kiss my way down her neck and chest. I kiss the top of her breast before taking her nipple in my mouth and rolling the tight bud with my tongue. Her hands thread through my hair as she arches her back.

I move to her other breast and nip at it gently with my teeth. I have no idea what she likes or doesn’t like, but I’m happy to spend every waking moment I have with her to figure it out.

Her knees lift, and she wraps her legs around my lower back, tugging me harder against her.

“Please, Mik. Please, no more teasing. I need you.”

Well, fuck. That sounds even better than in my fantasies.