ear. His breath on the sensitive skin of her ear set her body ablaze.
He spun her around again, pulling off her blouse then her bra, until she was naked in front of him. He flicked his tongue across his front teeth. “So fucking delectable. I do not know if I want to suck your clit or your tits first.”
She took a deep, shaky breath. His arousal was sexually empowering for her. She already was clenched up in anticipation for whatever he did, because he did everything very well.
“What about you?”
“No,” he said. “My pleasure is your pleasure.” He lifted her and set her down on the desk in the far corner of hotel room. “Spread your legs.”
She did. He crouched in front of her, still fully dressed. He lowered himself to her core and flicked her nub with his tongue, over and over until she was writhing. “Dmitri,” she whimpered.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
“Not yet.” He put his mouth over her clit and sucked gently, sending her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh, my God,” she said.
He lifted his head and then slid two fingers inside her, massaging the sensitive patch of nerves. She moved against him, almost involuntarily.
“Please,” she said.
“Please what?”
“Please give me what I want.”
He unbuttoned his pants and then dropped them. His cock was free and hard and ready for her. He plunged it deep into her, so deep it made her cry out. “Yes,” she said.
“Do you want me, Sophia?” he said.
“Yes. Only you.”
He rammed into her again. “Say it again.”
He needed her reassurance after Tariq. He needed her now, but didn’t know how to ask for it.
She grabbed his hands, forcing him to face her, tightening her legs around him. He looked up, surprised. “I love you, Dmitri. Only you. Now make love to me like only you can.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, Sophia.”
She leaned back on the desk, propping herself up with her elbows. He pumped with powerful but gentle strokes, hitting exactly where she needed him to, watching her, his hands caressing her legs.
He reached for her and pulled her up, lifting her off the desk, holding her against him with her legs wrapped around his waist. She clung to his shoulders, amazed at his strength while he gripped her ass and moved her up and down his shaft. She looked up at him, finding his green eyes locked on hers. “I love you, Sophia,” he said, so much passion in his voice, so much emotion in his eyes, more than she’d ever seen.
She’d reached him. She’d reached him when he needed her. She could do that for him, and nobody else could.
She sobbed and came at the same time, feeling the quivers through her body. He came too, filling her up with heat.
They collapsed on the floor together, overcome with the tornado of emotions and sex.
Chapter 14
The afternoon light was fading again, foretelling an end to the day that she wanted to go on forever. Dmitri had taken her to a little Parisian cafe tucked into the corner of an artsy neighborhood, tempting her with promises of world class crepes and coffee. He’d been right.
They were a perfect couple in a perfect place.
She wore a red dress and black boots. Red was his favorite color on her, and she wanted to please him. She’d succeeded because he’d been threatening to rip it off all day.
He wore an olive green sweater and black slacks, sitting across from her, watching her with his normal impassive facial expression. But his eyes were not impassive. His eyes danced and burned for her. Always.
They’d spent the past few days exploring the city. Usually alone, but a couple of times with Tatiana and Ivan.
They’d been eating in restaurants, visiting museums, often slipping into a hotel to make love. His appetite for her was insatiable. She wondered if years down the line he would still want her the way he wanted her now.
Her memories of her fun times in college stacked on top of her new memories with Dmitri made her love St.
He spun her around again, pulling off her blouse then her bra, until she was naked in front of him. He flicked his tongue across his front teeth. “So fucking delectable. I do not know if I want to suck your clit or your tits first.”
She took a deep, shaky breath. His arousal was sexually empowering for her. She already was clenched up in anticipation for whatever he did, because he did everything very well.
“What about you?”
“No,” he said. “My pleasure is your pleasure.” He lifted her and set her down on the desk in the far corner of hotel room. “Spread your legs.”
She did. He crouched in front of her, still fully dressed. He lowered himself to her core and flicked her nub with his tongue, over and over until she was writhing. “Dmitri,” she whimpered.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
“Not yet.” He put his mouth over her clit and sucked gently, sending her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh, my God,” she said.
He lifted his head and then slid two fingers inside her, massaging the sensitive patch of nerves. She moved against him, almost involuntarily.
“Please,” she said.
“Please what?”
“Please give me what I want.”
He unbuttoned his pants and then dropped them. His cock was free and hard and ready for her. He plunged it deep into her, so deep it made her cry out. “Yes,” she said.
“Do you want me, Sophia?” he said.
“Yes. Only you.”
He rammed into her again. “Say it again.”
He needed her reassurance after Tariq. He needed her now, but didn’t know how to ask for it.
She grabbed his hands, forcing him to face her, tightening her legs around him. He looked up, surprised. “I love you, Dmitri. Only you. Now make love to me like only you can.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, Sophia.”
She leaned back on the desk, propping herself up with her elbows. He pumped with powerful but gentle strokes, hitting exactly where she needed him to, watching her, his hands caressing her legs.
He reached for her and pulled her up, lifting her off the desk, holding her against him with her legs wrapped around his waist. She clung to his shoulders, amazed at his strength while he gripped her ass and moved her up and down his shaft. She looked up at him, finding his green eyes locked on hers. “I love you, Sophia,” he said, so much passion in his voice, so much emotion in his eyes, more than she’d ever seen.
She’d reached him. She’d reached him when he needed her. She could do that for him, and nobody else could.
She sobbed and came at the same time, feeling the quivers through her body. He came too, filling her up with heat.
They collapsed on the floor together, overcome with the tornado of emotions and sex.
Chapter 14
The afternoon light was fading again, foretelling an end to the day that she wanted to go on forever. Dmitri had taken her to a little Parisian cafe tucked into the corner of an artsy neighborhood, tempting her with promises of world class crepes and coffee. He’d been right.
They were a perfect couple in a perfect place.
She wore a red dress and black boots. Red was his favorite color on her, and she wanted to please him. She’d succeeded because he’d been threatening to rip it off all day.
He wore an olive green sweater and black slacks, sitting across from her, watching her with his normal impassive facial expression. But his eyes were not impassive. His eyes danced and burned for her. Always.
They’d spent the past few days exploring the city. Usually alone, but a couple of times with Tatiana and Ivan.
They’d been eating in restaurants, visiting museums, often slipping into a hotel to make love. His appetite for her was insatiable. She wondered if years down the line he would still want her the way he wanted her now.
Her memories of her fun times in college stacked on top of her new memories with Dmitri made her love St.
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