“Dmitri Romanov, are you trying to handle me?”She kept one hand on his cock, casually stroking, and flattened the other against his chest.
“That would be unwise of me.”Even if it was exactly what he was doing.
“Yes, it would.”She exerted the slightest bit of pressure, backing him up a step, and then another, until he felt the chair behind him.“Sit, boy.”
“Keira—”
“Think twice before you say whatever you’re about to say.”She gripped his cock harder and leaned into him, the rhinestones of her dress pressing hard against his chest.“Sit down, Dmitri.Sucking your cock isn’t going to magically make me something I’m not, and I’m dying for a taste of you.”
His chest tightened in something he couldn’t put into words.“That’s not what was on the menu.”
“One little blow job isn’t going to ruin your ability to own my pussy for the night.”She kissed his neck, speaking her next words against his skin.“But it is going to have me aching for you even more than I already am.Be good and sit down right now, and I’ll hold off fingering myself while I suck you.”
“You aren’t a woman.You’re a goddamn siren.”
“Da.” She pushed him again, and this time he let her guide him back into the chair.Keira braced herself on the back of the chair and gave him a few more strokes.“It’s really not fair that you have a perfect cockin addition to everything else.I mean, I know being a gentleman-murderer is a check in the negative column, but the balance is still in your favor.”She let go of him and lifted the hem of her dress enough that she was able to go to her knees between his thighs.
With her this close, he didn’t bother to resist the temptation to cup her breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs.“My perfect cock is at your disposal.”
“I know.”
The words, simply stated, shot through him.Dmitri tipped her chin with two fingers.“I’m yours, Keira, and you are mine.”
She gave a sexy little smirk.“I won’t freak out again.Now stop stalling.Sit back and shut up while I have some fun.”
He laughed again.“Do your worst.”
“I intend to.”She gripped his cock and licked the tip, her gaze never leaving his face.“Tell me something.”
“Mmm.”
“What doesmoya korolevamean?”
She could have looked it up easily enough, but he liked that she was pushing him for the translation.He laced his fingers through her hair and pulled it back from her face so he had a clear view.“It means ‘my queen.’”
Her victorious grin was reward enough.“Oh, Dmitri, I’m going to make it so good for you.You don’t even know.”Before he could respond, she sucked his cock into her mouth.
His thoughts shorted out.Fuck, his ability to do anything but sit there and take what she was doing to him disappeared.Keira went after his cock as if she truly needed it.She gently dragged her teeth up him and then flickedhis head with her tongue.Seeing her red, red lips closed around his length was an image he’d never forget until the day he died.
She pinned him with her gaze, the defiance in her eyes telling him she knew the effect she had on him.Dmitri fought to keep his eyes open and not miss a single second of this experience.He smoothed his thumbs over her temples as he shifted his grip on her hair.“You’re as beautiful like this as you are doing everything you do.”
She moved off his cock just enough to say, “You’re pretty beautiful like this, too, Dmitri.”
“Dima.”
She paused.“Dima?”
He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but the words were pulled from him, as slow and sticky as taffy.“The people I care about call me Dima.”
“Dima.”She said it as if tasting it.Tasting him.Keira flashed him a brilliant smile.“I like it.Now stop distracting me and let me have my filthy way with you.”
Keira sucked Dmitri’s cock like her life depended on it.Easier to focus on the feel of his thick length in her mouth and throat than to try to unpack her feelings about his allowing her to call him Dima.Dima.The name didn’t fit… and yet it did.Dmitri was cold and distant, the man she’d known up until moving in with him.Dima was… something else altogether.Dima was the quiet pain on his face when he caught her about to drink on the floor of her bathroom.Dima was the man who sat across the table from her and told her about his lonely childhood.Dima was hisfingers in her hair and his face tense as he watched her give him the blow job of a lifetime.
She might not know how she felt about Dmitri, but she liked Dima a whole hell of a lot.
Focus on the here and now.Deal with the rest later.
Right now was about enjoying the feel and taste of him and very carefully not thinking too hard about anything else.She sucked harder, taking him deeper.More.I need more.
