“I can stop,privighetoare mica,” he offers, his breath skirting across my lips.
He’s giving me an out. He’s giving me a choice. And for some reason, that makes my decision even clearer. All the doubts that were in my mind before immediately fly out the window.
“I don’twant you to stop,” I confess.
He leans forward, and we kiss again. This time it’s sweeter, slower, possessive. All the years of longing are poured into that kiss.
When we part this time, I can see the undiluted hunger in his eyes. He pushes me back on the bed, his gaze greedily raking down the length of my body. “You’re so beautiful, Savina,” he whispers in a confession.
He starts at my throat, and his lips slowly follow the lines of my body; kissing every part of me. He cups my breasts in his hands, lavishing his tongue over my pebbled nipples, eliciting a moan from my throat. My skin feels like it’s on fire everywhere he touches. It feels like he’s worshipping me with gentle caresses and kisses. And in that moment, I know I must mean a lot to him. He’s taking his time. He’s savoring all of this instead of rushing into it.
Dimitri’s fingers graze my clit, and my back bows off the bed. I feel like a keyed-up instrument that only he knows how to play. And, oh god, does he play me well. The more he touches me, the wetter I grow between my thighs until I’m a squirming, quivering mess.
I’m on the verge of an orgasm when he suddenly stops and gives me his signature smirk. “Not yet. I’ve waited so long for this. I want to feel you come on my cock,privighetoarea mea mica,” he growls.
His words have my body shivering in anticipation. And then he positions himself between my thighs, catching his weight on one of his arms as he stares down at me in awe. With his free hand, I watch him grip his cock, stroking it once, twice before lining it up with my entrance.
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
My gaze immediately meets his as he slowly starts to enter me. I let out a broken moan when he pushes his hips forward, tearing through my virginity, but the pain and the burn slowly ascend into something pleasurable. My breath hitches in my throat as tears fill my eyes and I stare up at him.
“I’ve got you,” Dimitri murmurs softly against my lips. His dark brows knit together as he watches my face as if memorizing every detail and committing it to memory. His cock feels impossibly thickinside me, and I groan as he stretches me to the point of it being painful. He gives me a few minutes to adjust to him before ever so slowly, he pistons his hips forward, forcing me to take inch after glorious inch of his length. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” he praises me. And when his cock is finally buried to the hilt, he lets out a low, deep groan. “Fuck,” he growls out, his eyes drifting closed. “Feels so good.”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as I bring his lips down to mine. The kiss is full of desire as he begins to methodically move his hips, moving in and out of me, while swallowing my moans and cries.
I never thought sex with Dimitri would be like this. I thought he would be rough, despondent, distant. But I’ve never felt so connected with another human being before in my entire life. I feel like we’re one spirit, moving fluidly together.
His huge cock gently rocks in and out of me as my hands explore his muscular back, tracing over the tattoos on his skin. He’s covered inmydrawings.Mine. He’s mine.
“I’m yours,” he breathes against my lips.
I must have said the last part out loud, but I don’t care. He is mine. And I’m his.
My pussy clenches uncontrollably around his length as an orgasm begins to unfurl deep within my belly. My heart is racing. My blood feels like it’s boiling inside of my veins. A slow-burning flame of desire licks its way up my spine until I’m trembling uncontrollably under him.
As if sensing my impending ascent, Dimitri begins to piston his hips, filling me with hard, driving thrusts, his face taut and brows drawn together with the strain of controlling himself. “Be a good girl and come for me, Savina,” he demands.
Each brutal stroke of his cock fills me up and destroys me all at the same time until all that’s left is ecstasy. I moan in desperation and cry out his name as deep, violent pleasure blooms from deep within me and spills out of every pore in my body.
Dimitri groans and thrusts impossibly deeper before suddenly pulling out. He grips his hard cock, stroking it as he shudders through his own powerful release. Thick ropes of his come coat my pussy and stomach, and I watch in awe as he takes the palm of his hand and rubs his seed into my skin.
“Mine,” he says darkly.
“Yours,” I agree breathlessly.
Collapsing beside me in the bed, he pulls me into his arms. “Fuck, I’ve only ever dreamed about this moment with you,privighetoare mica,” he confesses before placing a kiss on top of my head.
“Was it just like your dream?” I ask him.
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “It’s better than I ever could have even imagined. It’s like heaven on earth being wrapped up in your arms and in between your thighs.”
I can’t help but smile. I’m happy. So damn happy. And I know that Dimitri is too. But my smile starts to falter when I realize that all of this is only temporary. It’s only a matter of time before our fathers find us and drag us back to reality. A reality where Dimitri and I can never be together. And the thought of leaving this cabin and the little happy bubble we have created here has a chill running up my spine, causing me to shiver violently. Dimitri, probably thinking that I’m cold, pulls me closer and wraps a blanket around us, tucking me in.
“I want to stay here forever,” I whisper out loud, hoping that my wish will somehow, against all odds, come true.
“Me too,privighetoarea mea mica,” he whispers.
Feeling emotional, I strip off the blankets and straddle his lap. Dimitri’s cock springs back to life under me, his growing erection pressing against my inner thigh as I lean down and press my lips against his. I pour my heart and soul into that kiss as a myriad of emotions crash through me. If I only have a certain number of seconds, hours, days left with Dimitri, I’m going to make them count. I want to hold on to these memories in the future and look back on them fondly. I want to remember what it felt like to be with someoneI truly love.
