"You would be correct," Dmitri gives her his most charming smile and a large stack of cash.
"Enjoy your evening!" Marie's footsteps echo down the circular stairs. The rest of her crew has already packed up and they're waiting for her in the van.
"Why, Mr. Morozov, why have you gotten me alone like this?" I lean against the railing, attempting to look alluring. "I do hope you don't intend anythingungentlemanly."
"Oh, Magpie…" he takes off his jacket. "I intend to do the most ungentlemanly of things to you."
"Oh, good," I sigh before he takes my mouth in one of his soul-stirring kisses.
"Magpie?" he murmurs.
"Huh?" He's seated me on the railing, hips hard against mine and my legs wrapped around his waist.
Drawing back just enough to chuckle when my lips chase his, he whispers, "Tell me that I'm allowed to do anything I want with you."
The flashing light from the tower sweeps over his face, highlighting his cheekbones, the sharp curve of his jaw. Dmitri is beautiful in the same way an eclipse is, mesmerizing yet dangerous to look at. It's far too late, though, for me to look away.
Licking my lips, I whisper, "Yes."
"Anything?" he whispers, running the tip of his nose along my neck, breathing deep.
A high-pitched squeak leaves my lips, acutely embarrassing but impossible to stop. "Anything."
His thumbs loop under the spaghetti straps of my dress, pulling it down to my waist, his mouth following to close around a nipple. I can't wear a bra with this dress, the reason, I suspect, he selected it.
Teeth against my nipple, tugging lightly. Finger and thumb on the other, sending sparks down my spine as my nipples eagerly stiffen.
The light makes another sweep, highlighting us both in excruciating detail before moving on.
"Dmitri!" I gasp as his hands close over my breasts, squeezing, fingers digging into my sensitive skin. "The light- oh,god."He'dshifted, moving lower and throwing my leg over his shoulder, making me wobble a bit and becoming very aware that I was perched on a railing, three stories over the sea.
My other leg tightens down on his back like an anaconda.
"I think you just cracked my L2 vertebrae." He has the devil's smile, his thumb stroking me over my silk undies. A useless bit of fabric because I can feel the calloused tip, his blunt fingernail lightly scratching my clitoris.
"Th- that's because the only thing keeping me from falling off this railing is my leg wrapped around your back," I wheeze.
Curling his arm around my right leg flung over his shoulder, he tightens his grip. "Sweet little magpie." He lightly bites the thin skin of my inner thigh. "Would I ever let you fall?"
I chance a quick glimpse over my shoulder at the waves crashing against the rocks below us, another shrill whine escapes my slack lips.
"You're mine," he reminds me. "I can do anything I want to you." I wobble again, shrieking, as he throws my left leg over his other shoulder and he grips my thighs, burying his face against me. "Hold on, magpie."
Goosebumps march up my arms, but his mouth is so hot against me, his tongue, and teeth toying with my center. When his lips fasten on my clit through the thin silk of my undies and sucks hard, the terror and the arousal and the sheer wildness mix into a confusing cocktail that makes me come, back arching, fingers mindlessly grabbing a thick lock of his hair.
"Good girl," he chuckles darkly. "One more."
My flailing hand finds a grip on his jacket and I yank on the fabric as he slides two fingers under the panel of my undies and thrusts them up inside me. He's voracious in a way that leaves me breathless.
"Dmitri…" I groan.
He pulls his mouth away just long enough to answer me. "I'm busy." His lashes a thick fan on his cheekbones, lips pursed against me and I can't look away. My thighs are shaking and heknowshe's got me. Opening his eyes and pinning me with that icy gaze, he adds a third finger, driving up inside me. "Show me, Magpie. Your orgasm is mine, and you'll give it to me now."
The sea breeze is cool on my back, the light from the tower surely illuminating us to sailors miles away. None of that compares to the feel of his thick fingers spreading me wide and his lips pulling on my clit. I scream my orgasm to the wind and the seagulls, nothing but a pulsing center of need and oh,godit's good.
I'm jolted off the railing as Dmitri lifts me easily, sitting back down and making me straddle him. "Open my pants," he orders. "Take me out."
He's not as calm as he's pretending to be, I press my lips against his neck and his pulse is racing. I nip his skin with a grin and pull his cock free from his boxer briefs. It throbs, hot and heavy in my grip as I squeeze him, loving his groan and the thick, hard feel of him. Licking my thumb, I stroke it over his sensitive tip, watching his eyes dilate.
