“Do you realize how much you drive me wild with need?” he murmured against my throat as he nipped at the skin. I gasped and bucked my hips against his. He smiled and leaned his forearm next to my head. With his free hand, he brushed it over my stomach, along my ribs, and cupped my breast.
“Dimitri,” I whispered breathlessly. My eyes fluttered closed, and a small moan slipped from me as he pinched my nipple through my shirt and thin bra.
“Do I frighten you?” He pulled back so he could look down at me.
I cracked open my eyes and panted as he thrust his hips against mine. His erection brushed against my core, and I bit my bottom lip to hold back any embarrassing sounds. “I should be, but—” A sound I had no idea I could make escaped me when he roughly thrust against me again. My body jerked backward with the movement, and my breasts bounced.
“You were saying?” His eyes lit up with amusement.
“I can’t think with you doing that!” My toes curled, and I arched my back to push more of myself against him as he thrust again. I buried my hands in his hair close to the scalp and preened when he shuddered. He chuckled, which sounded husky as he rocked against me again.
“No! I’m not scared of you,” I whined.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered before he slanted his mouth over mine. He kissed me fervently and wouldn’t allow me to pull away to breathe. Dimitri held my life in his hands. If he wished to, he could kill me. Instead, he cradled me and treated me like I was a rare gem he refused to share with the world. What had I done to deserve a man like him?
He ended the kiss and caught my earlobe between his teeth. Tingles shot down my neck and straight between my legs, where he still dry-humped me. “I’ll show you my thanks for the gift when we get home,” he murmured.
Home. Dimitri’s place had become my home, and I hadn’t realized it until now.
He moved off me and fixed his hair. I sat up with my heart in my throat and couldn’t form words. Dimitri gave me a heated look before he stood and returned to his desk. I could only sit there, trying to calm my erratic heart and pulsing clit.
He went back to work like we hadn’t just dry-humped like two horny teenagers in the back of my parents’ minivan.
* * *
Dimitri had his head between my splayed thighs, his tongue flicking against my engorged clit. He worked me closer to my orgasm like it was his mission and wouldn’t give up until I came. Heat surged through my veins, building up a sweat on my forehead and upper lip. His fingers pumped inside my channel and curled to rub a specific spot that made me damn near astral project.
I curled my fingers tighter in his hair and held him where I wanted him. He fixed his gaze on my face as he devoured me as if I were the most delicious food he’d tasted in years.
“I’m right there,” I panted. My body tensed, and delicious zaps licked every nerve ending. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m...I’m cum—” I screamed as I tumbled over the edge and soared. My back arched, pushing more of me against his eager mouth. Dimitri never stopped flicking his tongue against my pulsing clit. He worked me through the orgasm and kept it going for as long as possible.
I shoved at his head when I couldn’t take anymore. He kissed my clit before he pulled his fingers out of me and began to sit up. I panted and dropped my hands behind my head on his pillow while closing my eyes. I squeaked as he flipped me over and raised my ass.
“What are you doing?” I scrambled to escape him, but he held me in place and spanked my thigh.
“I’m not through with you,” he said, his voice husky. My heart hammered as he spread my ass cheeks, and I made a strangled noise as he swiped his tongue from bottom to top. The tip of the muscle swirled around my asshole.
“Dimitri! I-I can’t come again!” I curled my fingers into the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut as he continued licking my back hole like he knew what it was doing to me. Nobody had ever played with my ass, and now, with Dimitri tonguing it, I realized how much I liked it. It was a new sensation I’d add to the growing list of things I never thought I’d enjoy but now wanted more of.
“One more, sunshine. Give me one more orgasm,” he murmured against my backside.
I tensed as he worked a finger into my tight hole. His tongue slipped along my folds and a keening cry escaped me as the appendage lengthened until it flicked against my clit. I had no warning when I climaxed. All I could do was grip the sheets and scream as this man forced me to come so hard that I tasted colors and might’ve seen Jesus rooting Dimitri on from the corner.
I couldn’t stop shaking as Dimitri pulled his finger out and gathered me in his arms. He lay on his side with my back against his chest. His erection nestled between my buttocks, but I could barely move because I was so exhausted.
“Just give me”—I sucked in air as I tried to catch my breath—“just give me a minute and I’ll return the favor.”
His arm tightened around my middle, drawing me closer to him. “You’re not returning the favor. I did this foryouas a thank you.”
I fought the good fight as my eyelids drooped, but eventually I lost the battle as they slid shut and I melted against Dimitri. “You didn’t have to,” I mumbled, my words slurring together as sleep crept closer.
“I know, sunshine,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m not good with words, and I’d rather show you how much it means to me you’d think of getting me something like a thousand-dollar watch.”
A ghost of a smile made its way to my face, but I was too tired to say anything. Everything closed on me, and sleep tugged me into its depths. I last heard him whispering, “Ya tebya lyublyu.”
Days passed, and the questions I’d held back burned on my tongue. It was Christmas Eve and the only thing I wanted was to be around Dimitri and get answers. I peeked inside the office he hid in while we were home. He sat at his desk, eyes glued to his computer screen and hand on his mouse cursor. I lowered my gaze to his wrist and smiled. He wore the new gold watch I’d gotten for him.
“Can I help you?”
