“Keira.Moya koroleva.I’m close.”
She knew.She could tell by the way his cock swelled against her tongue and his fingers tightened in her hair as if trying to maintain control.She released him, slow and steady, and the way relief warred with need would have made her laugh under different circumstances.“Dima.”Oh yes, she liked the way his name felt on her tongue.
“Da?”
He expected her to demand her orgasm before they had sex.She could tell from the hungry way his gaze fell to her breasts and then lower.He had wantedherfor dessert, after all.
Too damn bad.
She gave his cock a slow stroke with her fist.“I want you to fuck my mouth.Come for me.”
His gray eyes widened and then closed for a breath.“You will be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go.”She grinned because she knew she had him.He wanted her pleasure, but he enjoyed the hell out of what she was doing to him, and there was something just downright dirty about her demand that he had to love as much as she did.“Up, Dima.”
She scooted back a few inches and tugged on his cock.His brows slanted down.“You can’t simply use my name to get whatever you want whenever you want it.”
“Can’t I?”Another tug and he pushed to his feet, his fingers still tangled in her hair.Looking up Dmitri’s body while she was on her knees had her pussy tightening in anticipation.Tonight wouldn’t end when he came the first time.From the forbidding expression on his face, he had all sorts of payback planned for her, and she couldn’t wait to experience it.
Keira held his gaze as she took his cock back into her mouth, sucking him deep.She silently challenged him to do exactly what she’d demanded, and he cursed long and hard in Russian.Or at least she thought it was a curse.It sure as hell had the right tone for it.Abruptly, his grip tightened on her hair, forcing her still.
And then he began fucking her mouth.Shallow thrusts as first, as if testing her commitment to this.Keira practically purred and relaxed completely, taking everything he gave her, never looking away.He cursed again, this time in English, and his strokes picked up tempo.Dmitri stared down at her, his expression tight and almost pained, but there was something like wonder in his eyes.
“I’m close,” he gritted out.
She ran her hands down his hips to his thighs and dug her nails in a little, a silent permission to do exactly what they both wanted.If her damn dress wasn’t in the way, she would have fingered herself to the vision of his lips parted and eyes slid closed as if he couldn’t hold it together for a second longer.He orgasmed, her name on his lips, and she swallowed him down.
Dmitri’s grip loosened on her, but she kept sucking him, luxuriating in the feeling of his small shudders and the way his thighs shook beneath her hands.
“You will put me in an early grave.”But he said it almost fondly as he hauled her up his body and kissed her soundly.“You are a gift.”
“Or a curse, depending on who you ask.”Instead of coming out snarky like she intended, her words were breathy.Needy.
He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue and desire.“I have one modification I’d like to make to this dress.”
How the hell was he thinking about thedressat a time like this?She was so wet, she was pretty sure it drenched her inner thighs, and if she didn’t get his hands or mouth on her, Keira might be the one expiring on the spot.She shoved his shirt off his shoulders.“Sure.Whatever you want.”
She paused at the sight of him shirtless.They’d been naked together in his bed, but it was too dark to see him properly.She knew he had tattoos—of course he did—but seeing them was something else altogether.She barely got a good look at the landscape piece before Dmitri let go of her and went down on one knee.She tried not to startle at the familiar position, but at least he was distracted enough that he didn’t notice her reaction.He ripped her dress with a sharp move, tearing across the tops of her thighs and across the back just under her ass.“This is the length it always should have been.”
“Oh, I don’t know.That might have been trashy.”She snorted.
“Nyet.” He inched up the fabric just enough to expose her pussy.“I don’t know what would be more frustrating—knowing this part of you was locked away beneath all that fabric… or knowing you were close enough to touch but being denied it until now.”
When he talked like that, he made her sound like some kind of temptress.Ithadbeen the point of her clothing choice for tonight, but Dmitri had always looked at her the way he was now—as if he were a dog on a fraying leash, a few precious inches from the tastiest steak he’d ever seen.
He used one hand to keep her dress up and bracketed her hip with the other.He inhaled deeply.“I can smell how much you need me.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”She tried and failed to keep the need out of her voice.
“Some things are worth taking your time with.Enjoying every second.”He nudged her legs apart and spread her with two fingers.“I like the look of you after you’ve sucked me down.You loved every second of that.”
“You were too gentle with me.”She regretted the words as soon as they escaped, but here in this moment with him so close, her filters suffered a critical error—not that they’d been that great to begin with.
His gaze flicked up to meet hers.“Next time, I won’t be.”
Next time.
Oh, she knew there’d be a next time.Of course there would be.But the possessive way he said as much made every nerve in her body flare with heat.She could have Dmitri over and over again.There wasn’t a limit on it.
