He slid his fingers out of my panties to look at them. “I mean, look at how wet you are.”
And then he put those fingers into his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned, savoring my taste. Oh, I’d never been so turned on in my life.
Unable to take it anymore, I cupped his cheeks and he opened his eyes. “Dimitri, fuck me however you want. Now.”
He smirked, pulling a finger from his mouth. “Your wish is my command.”
Next thing I knew, my back hit the bed. Dimitri rolled away from the bed, dragging off his clothing while I took off my panties. He was practically jumping about as he tried to remove his slacks. And when he discarded his boxer briefs and his cock sprang free, my breath hitched. Fuck, he was big. Bigger than I remembered.
Dimitri climbed onto the bed, guiding me to lie back as he spread my legs open. When he lined himself up at my opening, his gaze locked on mine. I braced myself, closing my eyes.
“No,” he murmured. “I want to see you, Isabella.”
My eyes fluttered open, and then he pushed inside me. Slowly.
He moved slowly at first, gliding back and forth, taking his time and going slowly. Once he was fully seated, his eyesclosed briefly. “I’ve always thought my little place by the lake was heaven. I was wrong. Being inside you is better. You feel incredible, Isabella.”
We moved together, our bodies rocking in unison, kissing like we couldn’t get enough.
It was the most connected and emotional experience of my life. Dimitri became my world, and in that moment, I never wanted to live anywhere else.
Too soon though, the tension grew to be too much. As much as I didn’t want the moment to end, it was coming, fast and furious. Dimitri’s thrusts grew harder, his jaw tightened.
“Dimitri…”
“Right there with you, sweetheart.” His voice was strained. “I feel you squeezing me.”
My orgasm took root, and my eyes fluttered closed.
“Open your eyes, Isabella. I want to watch you give everything to me, at least this once.”
That was all it took. I moaned as my body contracted and pulsed, feeling waves of warmth spread through my chest.
When I started to come down from the high, Dimitri sped up his thrusts. He looked into my eyes as he released.
He kissed my lips gently for a long time after, still gliding in and out. He pushed my sweaty hair back from my face. “I’m crazy about you, Isabella.”
He rolled to his side, pulling me with him and wrapping an arm around me. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the soft beating of his heart. And in no time, I drifted off to sleep.
The first thingI felt when I woke the next morning was warmth. His warmth. His arm was draped loosely around my waist, his breath steady against my shoulder. My eyes opened, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. For a second, I didn’t move. The morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing against his skin. Dimitri’s dark eyes were already open, fixed on me like he’dbeen awake for a while, like he’d been watching the entire time I was asleep.
And then like a tidal wave, it hit me.
Last night. Every touch. Every word. Every sound that had left my lips.
I jerked up so fast his arm slid off me. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked around for my clothes. My dress was on the floor. My bra was hanging off the edge of the bed. My panties—God knows where they were. I grabbed them all, trying not to meet his gaze.
“Hey, hey Isabella,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep. “Hey, slow down.”
“This—” I struggled to get my dress over my head, my hands shaking. “This was a mistake, Dimitri. We shouldn’t have done this.”
He sat up, his brows knitting together. “A mistake?”
“You’re married.” The words came out sharper than I intended. “You have a wife.”
Dimitri ran a hand through his hair, letting out a low groan. “God, my marriage should be the last thing holding us back. You know what it is, Isabella. I’ve told you—it means nothing.”
I laughed, but it came out bitter. “It’s not just the marriage, Dimitri! It’s you.”
