I flip onto my stomach and push myself up into position. The vulnerability of the pose makes my pulse flutter, but there's also something thrilling about presenting myself to him like this. His hands run down my back and over my ass before gripping my hips.
"Look at you." One hand slides between my legs and finds me still dripping. "So ready for me."
Then he positions himself behind me and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, and the stretch makes me gasp into a pillow. He's bigger than anyone I've been with before, and it takes a moment for my body to adjust.
"Breathe." One hand rubs soothing circles on my lower back. "You can take it."
I force myself to relax and he slides in deeper, inch by inch, until he's buried completely inside me, where he holds still for a moment and I feel him throbbing.
"You feel incredible." His hands slide to my hips as I adjust and feel him pressing into my back wall. "So tight and perfect."
"Move." I thrust back against him. "Please move."
He pulls out almost completely before sliding back in, and I moan a low, delicious sound. This is incredible. When he finally starts thrusting, the angle has him hitting deep inside me, and I can't do anything except hold onto the sheets and take what he's giving me.
"You take my dick so well." One hand releases my hip and tangles in my hair. He tugs just hard enough to make my back arch more. "God, your ass puckers every time I bottom out. So fucking hot."
The dirty talk combined with the relentless pace pushes me closer to another edge. His other hand slides around to my front and his fingers find my clit. He circles it in time with his thrusts and it makes coherent thought impossible. Dimitri owns every inch of me and now even I know that.
"I'm close." The words come out broken between gasps. "I'm so close."
"You like it rough?" He tugs my hair harder and his fingers press more firmly against my clit. "I want to feel you come around me."
"God, yes," I whimper, clenching on him to try to build more sensation for him.
"Good girl." He releases my hair and both hands grip my hips again. "Such a good fucking girl for me."
When he pulls out and flips me onto my back, I can barely catch my breath. Then he's pushing back inside from this new angle and I wrap my legs around his waist automatically. The change in position has him hitting different spots, and I can already feel oversensitivity mixing with pleasure.
"I want to see your face when I come." He braces himself on his forearms on either side of my head. "I want you to watch me lose control."
His hips snap forward faster now, and I can tell he's getting close. The muscles in his arms are tense and there's a sheen of sweat covering his skin. I reach up and run my hands down his back, feeling the flex of his muscles with every thrust as my own climax begins to build again. This man is making me lose my mind.
"Deeper," I plead.
"You feel so good." His voice is strained. "So fucking good wrapped around me."
I pull him down into a kiss that's all tongue and teeth. He groans into my mouth and his rhythm becomes more erratic. One of his hands slides down to grip my thigh and pull my leg higher, opening me up even more.
The new angle has him going impossibly deeper, and I break the kiss to gasp for air. His mouth moves to my neck, and he sucks hard enough to leave a mark. The possessiveness of it sends another jolt of pleasure through me even as the second orgasm hits me even harder than the first. My vision goes white, and I can't stop the groans of pleasure while my entire body convulses.He keeps thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until I'm boneless and trembling.
"Oh, God, oh, my God," is all I can say over and over while he fucks me through the spasms and convulsions, and then he tenses.
"Where do you want me to come?" He bites down on my shoulder. He’s holding back.
"Inside." I dig my nails into his back. "Fucking fill me," I grunt, still reeling in aftershocks.
That's all the permission he needs. His thrusts become punishing and his breathing gets heavier. I watch his face as he gets closer, and there's something intimate about seeing him like this, vulnerable and out of control.
"Tati…" he groans, eyes locked on mine. Then, "Fuck, I'm coming."
He buries himself as deep as he can go, and I feel him pulse inside me. His whole body goes rigid and his face contorts with pleasure. He keeps moving through it until he finally collapses on top of me, breathing hard against my neck.
We lie there for several minutes while our breathing slowly returns to normal. His weight on me is crushing but grounding at the same time. He tethers me to the reality that I'm safe here in his bed and he's not letting anyone touch me but him.
Eventually, he rolls off me and onto his back beside me. We stare at the ceiling in silence, and I become acutely aware of the mess between my thighs and the way my body is still humming from two intense orgasms.
My mind's a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of me can't believe I just had sex with him. Part of me wants to do it again. Part of me is frustrated with myself for giving in when I should be focused on staying alive.
