"Only your hand?" He watches my face as he works me open. Stretching. Filling. "Night after night, alone in your bed, making yourself come while you thought about what? Some faceless fantasy?"
" Yes."
He adds a third finger.
The stretch burns. My nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt.
"We need to stretch this sweet pussy." His lips brush my ear. Hot breath. Rough voice. "Because tonight, I'm fucking you all night long. Every way I've imagined. Every position I've dreamed about."
A moan tears from my throat.
His fingers pump slowly. Giving my body time to adjust while his thumb keeps circling, keeps building pressure.
"You're going to take my cock so well." He bites my earlobe. "Going to scream my name until your voice gives out. Going to come so many times you forget your own name."
I squirm against the wall. Try to rock my hips. Chase the sensation building low in my belly.
He doesn't let me.
His free hand pins my hip, holding me still while he works me open at his pace. His rhythm.
"Dmitri, please?—"
"Please what?" He pulls back to watch my face. "Tell me what you need."
"More." The word comes out broken. Desperate. "I need more."
His smile is pure sin.
"You'll get more." He twists his fingers. Curls them just right. "You'll get everything. But first?—"
His thumb presses hard against my clit.
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me without warning. My back arches off the wall. My thighs clamp around his hand. I hear myself crying out, his name mixed with sounds that don't form words.
He doesn't stop.
His fingers keep moving. Keep stretching. Keep pushing me higher even as the first wave crashes.
"That's one." His voice sounds distant. Satisfied. "We have all night, solnyshko. All night to make up for two years of nothing but your hand."
I'm still trembling when he withdraws his fingers.
Still gasping when he brings them to his lips.
Still watching, dazed and desperate, as he tastes me on his fingers.
"Delicious." His eyes never leave mine. "Now let's see how many more I can pull from this perfect body before I finally give you my cock."
He pulls me from the wall.
My legs barely hold me. The orgasm still pulses through my veins, making everything soft and hazy. But Dmitri doesn't give me time to recover.
His hand wraps around my wrist. He tugs me deeper into the room.
The bed dominates the space. King-size. I remember this bed. Remember standing in this room weeks ago, drunk on champagne and desire, before I ran.
