When I finally release her, she gasps for air. Her lips swollen. Face flushed.
"Beautiful," I breathe. "You're so fucking beautiful."
She looks up at me. Dazed. Satisfied.
I pull her to her feet. Kiss her hard.
I pull back from the kiss. Her lips are swollen. Red. Perfect.
"Turn around," I command. "Face the wall."
She obeys immediately. Her breathing still ragged.
"Lift your dress."
She reaches down. Gathers the fabric. Pulls it up slowly until her ass is exposed.
"Higher," I say.
She lifts it to her waist.
I step closer. Press against her back. My hand finds her throat. Pins her to the wall.
"You're going to take my cock now," I murmur against her ear. "And you're going to be quiet. Can you do that?"
"Yes," she breathes.
My other hand reaches between her thighs. She's soaked. Dripping.
"So wet for me."
I remove the vibrator slowly. She moans. Her body trembling.
I set it aside. Position myself behind her.
"Lift your leg," I order.
She raises her right leg. I catch it. Hook my arm under her knee. Hold her open.
My hand tightens on her throat. Not choking. Just controlling.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Yes. Please. I need?—"
I thrust inside her. Hard. Deep. All at once.
She cries out. Her hands slap against the wall.
"Fuck," I groan. "You're so tight like this."
I don't give her time to adjust. I pull back. Slam in again.
Her whole body jolts forward.
"Dmitri," she gasps.
"That's right." I thrust again. Harder. "Say my name."
