Only One Man Will Do by Fiona McGier Page A

explosions.
    Dmitri had felt her getting close.
About damn time! I can’t keep this up much longer! So tight…so wet…so hot…I can feel my thumb with my cock! Oh…my …God! Here I go…
    His fingers dug into her as he pulled her close, jamming himself as deeply into her welcoming heat as he could, feeling her trembling walls steal his last vestige of control as he gave himself over to the force of his own bliss. The hot blast burned as it shot out of him, every muscle in his body tensed before the cataclysmic release that made him howl with the intensity of his pleasure.
    They were locked like that for what seemed like an eternity. Each one uttered harsh sounds as they came, which would make the other tremble again, which would urge the other to shiver. They had aftershocks together for so long that when finally Dmitri collapsed on her back, he had no strength to hold his weight off of her to allow her to breathe. For her part, Alexandra was floating out of consciousness, in a cloud of orgasmic bliss that didn’t require her to do anything so plebeian as breathe. She had passed out.
    It was a very long time later that Dmitri rolled off to the one side and gently stroked Alexandra’s cheek with one finger. He pushed back the hair that covered her face and was momentarily frightened by the depth of emotion he felt as he stared at her, watching her breathing deeply, her lips red from her biting them in the throes of passion.
    I’ve fallen in love with you, Sashka,
he acknowledged ruefully.
Now I have to be sure you fall in love with me also. Not just temporarily, but for good. You have to belong to me alone. There is no other way.
    Alexandra sighed as she opened one eye. She noticed he was staring at her and she smiled.
    “Yes, I’m still alive,” she said in a voice husky from screaming. “Barely. I think I passed out for a while.”
    He nodded. “Yes, you did. I might have also.”
    She pushed herself around to lie on her side and he pulled her closely into his arms. She blew at the chest hair tickling her nose then bit the nipple closest to her.
    “That was some world-class fucking, big guy! You are amazing!”
    He smiled. “Not getting bored with me yet, huh?”
    She shook her head slowly, then regarded him closely. “No. And that in itself is amazing.”
    He reached over to tweak her nipple. “Ready for round two?”
    She laughed then had a coughing fit. She reached for her glass and he grabbed the bottle. She took a long sip to finish what was in her glass and he refilled it, then poured the last of the bottle for himself. He picked up his glass and clinked it against hers again.
    “To us. May we never get bored with each other.”
    She stared at him searchingly, then nodded before she took another long drink.
    “How about we have the next few rounds tomorrow? Every cell in my body is tired right now. You never told me before you have magic hands. I’ve never felt so exhausted in my life. I could sleep for a hundred years.”
    He smiled. “I have to keep the magic in my hands a secret. Otherwise women all over the world would be clamoring for a massage. I’d never get any rest.”
    Alexandra let out an uncharacteristic giggle. “Their loss. My gain.”
    Dmitri took her empty glass from her hand and leaned over to put both flutes on the bed-stand. He blew out the candle and turned to lie on his back. Alexandra moved closer to him and he reached out his arm to pull her into an embrace. They lay silently for a while, each listening to the sound of the other breathing.
    “Dmitri? You asleep?”
    “Almost. Why?”
    “Thanks.”
    He smiled into the darkness. “For what?”
    “Just…thanks.”
    When he didn’t reply, she said, “I don’t always know what I need. Or what I want. But you seem to…”
    “Um-hmm,” he agreed.
    She listened to his breathing take on the regular rhythm of sleep as he drifted off.
    I never thought I could enjoy just one man so much…
    Her breathing soon regulated