Ava…
Dmitri rolls me over in a blur, his mouth is on mine and oh, God thetasteof him. He kisses me like it's all he needs to survive, his long fingers stroking and squeezing my ass. I can feel him against my stomach and holy fuck, he feelshuge.
This is something bigger than a penis. That word doesn't do it justice.
It's acock,hot and throbbing with a heartbeat of its own, and when I slide a hand between us to grasp it over his sweats, his eyes darken like a storm over a glacier. He's ripping my sports bra off, squeezing my breasts greedily, no guile, no technique. Just avaricious and I groan into his mouth, squeezing his shaft harder. I'm not sure when my leggings come off or his sweatpants, but we're bare, and he's running his cock against the slim furrow between my legs. Long, slow strokes until both of us are slick and wet, and I'm moaning into his mouth.
Dmitri rises, his cock in his hand and a question in his eyes. I look down and my breath hitches. It's ridiculously thick, throbbing, and hard. His thumb runs over the tip, spreading another bead of moisture, his heavy balls hang between us.
I raise my hips and he pushes the head inside me. I suck in a deep breath because it doesn't feel like there's any room inside me for anything besides his cock.
"I'm trying to go slow," he grits out. "Butfuuuck,your cunt is like afist, hot and slick…"
His hips move smoothly with each word, sending another inch inside me each time until finally his control snaps and he thrusts hard, our hips slamming together. He kisses me, his forearms on either side of my head, framing me as if I am something beautiful and precious.
"I don't want to hurt you, Magpie…"
"You won't," I whisper. I dig my heels in harder; my pussy is stretched tight and I need Dmitri tomove.His lips twitch and he kisses me, rotating his hips slowly, spreading my thighs wide, making himself at home. His long fingers reach down to bracket his cock, stroking over my wet lips as his thumb circles my clitoris. Avidly, he watches me.
"So fucking beautiful," he growls. "Inside and out. Every bit of you." He murmurs more words in Russian, deep and guttural, so sexy.
"What did you say?" I gasp.
"I said that you are perfection." His hips speed up, jolting me against the slick mat. "You're sweet. Your tender, tight cunt holding me like you want to keep me inside you." He slings one of my legs over his shoulder and then the other and impossibly, improbably, he goes deeper, chuckling a little breathlessly.
"There's not any more room," I wheeze. "That's it."
"We'll see," he grunts and starts thrusting again. I can hear the embarrassing squelch as his hips slap against mine, how slickand wet we are together. "You want to come, don't you?" He kisses me. "I can feel your pussy tighten down on me."
His cock is swelling inside me and I know he's just as close and I laugh wildly, biting his lip as I give into the feel of pleasure so intense that it surges up my spine and down again. His eyes widen, he pulls his cock from me, coming on my stomach, his thumb still circling my clitoris, drawing out my orgasm.
It's so quiet, just the sound of our breathing, shared between us with kisses.
His warm fingers rub his come into my skin like its lotion, his cock dangling between his legs, still improbably thick and dripping from me. I feel boneless, weightless and he pulls up his sweats before dressing me.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I've never had sex without a condom, and to not think of it with you…" Dmitri does look genuinely regretful, which worries me.
"Do you mean, you're sorry we had sex or sorry that you didn't wear a condom, or?"
"The latter." He kisses me, slowly, thoroughly. "I will never be regretful about fucking you. It is my job, however, to protect you, and I did not. Should I have a Plan B pill delivered?"
"You pulled out." I can feel the stickiness of him on my stomach, still warm and oddly erotic. "I'm not on birth control because… well. I've had a bit of a dry spell."
"Being inside you bare?" He bites my earlobe, leaning in close. "I haven't come that hard in years.
"Your dick is like Mt. Everest." Oh, god. I'm rambling.
"It'swhat?"Dmitri laughs.
"Like, you're sure it's going to kill you, but you can't help wanting to climb it anyway."
"Sleepy, post coital Ava is a lot of fun," he says, settling me against him. "Did I hurt you? I should have gone slower for our first time."
"So, most men who say lines like that?" I say, "I suspect they secretly hope that their cock is of such a massive size that itwouldhurt. Sadly, those types of men tend to be woefully underequipped."
Dmitri draws back, his jaw tight. "Are you serious? I'll need a list. I'm going to find these fucks and skin them alive."
"Oh, just kill me now!" I'm horrified. "I swear I did not plan to say that out loud. Please! Forget I said it." He's poised over me, eyes dark and I draw my legs up, wrapping them around his narrow hips. "Please. I didn't meanme. Otherwomen have mentioned this."
