Then he’s kissing me again in earnest, his body firm against my own, and I wind one leg around his hip, inviting him fully into me. His tongue finds mine, teasing and enticing before he deepens the kiss again. And when he yanks on my nightgown, I can’t divest myself of the garment fast enough.
Laving a trail of kisses along my jaw and throat, Dimitri shifts me beneath him on the bed. A low moan falls from my lips as I arch into him, basking in the feel of his mouth and hands on me.
Heat pools in my center, coiling into a knot of desire, and my breath quickens when he moves lower, kissing the swell of cleavage between my breasts. I bite down on my bottom lip as he traces the shape of my breasts and heat courses through my veins as his tongue teases my nipple before grazing the flesh with his teeth.
My eyes fall shut, arousal a searing rush within me and I think I might melt under his touches. I lace my fingers into his hair and maneuver his head in place as he switches his attention to the other side.
It’s too intimate. Too intense. This isn’t just sex—it’s something else entirely, something that makes my chest tight and my eyes sting with emotions I can’t name.
Every touch shoots straight through me, as though I’ve lost all sense of anything that isn’thimandthis. Any space between us is gone, his hard lines flush against my body, and I can feel his cock straining against my center as he grinds against me. Moaning into his mouth, I reach for his belt, palming his hard length through the fabric of his pants.
“Fuck, Vera,” he murmurs against my skin, his hands tensing on me as I stroke him.
Desire coils into desperation, and I can’t get enough. Pushing his pants and underwear from his hips in one, I take him fully into my palm, smoothing my hand along the hard, silky flesh.
When he props one arm against the mattress beside my head, his breaths falling rapidly against my cheek, I feel powerful in the wake of his reaction. The way he’s dissolved into some version of himself that doesn’t hold back.
“I want to touch you so fucking bad again,” he growls in my ear as he helps me out of my nightgown. “Break you apart again and again.”
“Yeah?” I breathe, turning my face when his lips meet my jaw.
“Mmmhmm,” he hums, grazing his teeth along my skin. I see stars when his fingers graze the soaked gusset of my underwear, still damp from earlier. “Fuck.”
Pressing myself into his hand, my grip on his cock falters when he nudges my underwear down and off my legs and strokes my clit with one finger. A soft keen tumbles from me and I drop myface into his chest, smoothing my thumb along the head of him, pumping him a little harder.
“Fuck, Vera,” he groans. “How is it possible to want someone—fuck.”
“I know,” I breathe, repeating what he said earlier, the word coming out shaky as he draws easy, indolent circles along my clit. I want him inside me again—needhim inside of me again.
Grasping his cock a little tighter when he thrusts one finger, then two, inside me, I don’t care when he fucks me so long as he does. As he slides his fingers into me, he groans.
“So tight,” he breathes against my ear, snagging the lobe between his teeth. “Sofuckingwet.”
When he curls his fingers inside me, brushing against my inner wall, a cry breaks from my throat. “I need you,” I gasp, my entire body a mass of desire. Already, I can feel myself begin to shake, to tighten with the build of my orgasm.
His mouth finds mine, swift and punishing, and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “Give me one first.”
He drives his fingers into me harder, deeper, his thumb meeting my clit and drawing pleasure from deep within me. My head spins, vision darkening around the edges as my heart races a frenetic cadence in my chest.
“Dimitri,” I breathe, drawing him tighter against me. “I’m going to?—”
I can feel the smirk against my skin when I come with a cry, release crashing over me in one tempestuous wave after another. Pleasure rolls through me and it’s all I know for long, unending moments.
He purrs against my cheek, “Good girl,” and I swear to God I might come again.
My eyes land on his as I fall from the high, and I can’t help the smile that draws at my mouth. Dimitri smiles back in return and it’s such a sexy, seductive smile that it makes me wet again. Arousal throbs, insistent between my legs.
I reach for him before pushing him back. He allows himself to be pushed back and we roll on the mattress so I’m straddling his waist. I smooth my hand over his hard cock, basking in the liquid desire darkening his eyes. Biting down on my bottom lip, I position myself above him, and in one smooth movement, takes his length into me.
“Fuck,” Dimitri whispers as we both adjust to the feel of it. Even though this is the fourth time we’ve had sex (yes, I’m counting), I still feel the delicious sharp burn of how large he is and how wonderfully he stretches me. A heavy breath slides from my lips when I shift on top of him.
Grinding against him, I smile and kiss him before lifting myself up and sheathing him within me again.
And it’s so easy to fall into it, to give myself over to the rhythm, the roar of my pulse. We fit together as though made for it, and the thought wrenches at something deep within me.
Dimitri draws me close, lips and tongue meeting in a lazy tangle as I take him into me again and again. He swallows my cries, my moans, his hands roving my bare skin and tugging at my hair. Pleasure floods through me as I quicken my pace, every part of me tensing as he pushes me near the edge again.
“Dimitri,” I breathe, eyes meeting his. “Dimitri.”
