“Yes, but with you, I’m very inclined to give. What can I get for you? A horse? You want Chestnut, don’t you? Easy enough.”

I rose on tiptoe, pulling him down to whisper at his ear, “I want you to have anal sex with me.”

He inhaled sharply. “I was already aching from the sight of you in those garters. And now bathing you? Don’t tease me further. I’m not made of stone, Katya.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re drunk. I’m not going to take advantage of you.” Yet even as he said this, his hand had wrapped around me to squeeze my ass.

“Jess said that being tipsy is okay for the first time, because I’ll be relaxed.”

“You discussed this with Jessica?”

“She said I was the only one at the wedding who hasn’t done it. She said that made me Amish. I’m not Amish. Yo soy católica. Kind of.”

A strained laugh. “I’m sure there are others who are . . . Amish at this wedding.”

“Your brother did it to Natalie—”

“Do not want to hear about that.”

“I used to have a friend whose boyfriend always encouraged her to go to girls’ night out, because she’d come home drunk and they’d get freaky. Can’t we be like that?”

“Katya . . .”

“I always do your kinks. And I’ve never asked you for anything. Do you realize that? Well, except for you to let me go.”

His shoulders stiffened under my palms.

“You did promise me you’d do this to me.” I grasped his hard cock, stroking as I whispered, “Please, mi amor, I know you’ll make it good.”

“I fear hurting you. I’d need to prepare you.”

“There’s bath oil on the ledge.” My hand dropped to his heavy balls, kneading them the way he had the night of my persuasion.

He groaned. “You’ll hate me in the morning.”

“I’ll hate you if you don’t.”

“Ah, Cat, you’ve just sealed your fate.” His tone reminded me of our first night, when he’d told me I was about to get fucked hard.

Soon, I’d fulfill a fantasy! Sizzling thrills coursed through my veins, from my head to my toes, clearing some of the tequila’s fog. I wanted to experience every second fully.

He snagged the oil, then pulled me through the steam over to the shower’s wooden bench. “I want you to straddle me.” He sat, patting his thighs for me to join him.

When I stepped over one of his knees, he grabbed my ass, lifting me above his lap. “Hold on to my shoulders and lean into me. Wrap your arms around me.”

I did.

“Put your feet flat on the bench. Trust me. I’ve got you.”

When I did, my pussy pressed against his shaft. I rocked, just as he bucked. In sync.

Then I shook my head. “Eyes on the prize, Máxim.”

He looped his arms around me, holding me upright. Behind me, I heard him squeeze oil and felt my first tendril of nervousness. I was so exposed like this. Vulnerable.

But when he said, “Now would be the time to tell me to quit,” I didn’t want to.

I trusted him to make this incredible. No matter what happened with Máxim, I’d have this memory forever. “I want this. From you. Only you.”

He shuddered and his cock pulsed against my pussy. He poured oil at the small of my back.

I quivered as it ran down between my cheeks. “Oh, that feels amazing.”

He pressed a flattened palm over my back, easily keeping me in place, and leaving one oiled hand free. I felt a whisper of sensation as he circled the pad of his forefinger around my opening, teasing me.

A little more pressure. The oil began to feel hotter, more slippery.

“Take my finger, baby.” He pressed, pressed; it inched inside me.

“Oh!” I bucked again, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“My God, woman. So tight.” He nipped and licked my neck. “And it’s all mine.” With that word, his chest heaved against my breasts, my stiffened nipples.

Despite how good his finger felt, my empty pussy yearned to be filled, so much that I almost told him to stop. To let me sit on his length and ease the ache. When he thrust his finger in my ass, I couldn’t help grinding my clit against his shaft.

“You can’t do that, Katya. If you use my cock to get off, it’ll be over. It was bad enough our first night.”

“I’ll be good. Somehow.” With our bodies pressed together, I could perceive all the latent power in his muscles, could feel the toll his restraint was taking. “Don’t stop. Give me more.”

He used his free hand to drizzle oil around his finger. Then I felt more pressure. He was wedging a second finger inside. “There you go. That’s it. . . .”

When both penetrated, I moaned low, arching my back.

“Ah, you like that.” With this cue from me, he delved deeper. “I’ll make tonight pleasurable for you.” He withdrew his fingers almost all the way, pouring more oil. Then he sank both inside. For what felt like hours, he pumped them. Twisted them. Spread them.

“More.” I felt the invasion all over my trembling body. How much longer could I take this? My pussy was dripping against his cock. “I’m dying, Máxim!”

He eased his fingers from me. “Then you’re ready.” He coated his shaft with oil, stroking it with a shaking hand. “I could spill right now. I promise you, this will hurt me, not you.”