Something dark and possessive came over him.
His lips parted and he couldn’t gentle the move as he sunk his teeth into her. He took her neck hard and fast. Hunger and need pounded inside his body, guided his actions with a forceful hand.
She came awake with a loud gasp. “Dmetri!”
He heard her but it was impossible for him to pull away. My God, her taste.
Everything about her was in her blood. Rich, sweet, soft, and full of life.
But what was even sweeter, what made this a thousand times better, was that she didn’t push him away. Instead, her hands curled into the suit jacket and pulled him closer. He gentled his sucking, wanting to prolong the moment. He felt her excitement, the lick of arousal that saturated her body with lust. That’s what he wanted, wanted to feel her come apart in his arms just from his bite.
Her hips arched against his, seeking and pumping. A harsh groan broke from his lips as she brushed against his cock.
Much softer she said, “Dmetri.”
The sound of his name from her lips was like sexy music to his ears.
Her hands flattened against his chest then, so slowly, made their way down. Her blood warmed him, made the pain in his leg feel like a slap on the wrist. But it also made his cock feel like it was about to explode and cover them both in a mess.
Her hands stopped at his waist and pushed under his shirt to flatten against his stomach.
His eyes almost rolled back into his head. She was just so hot. Everywhere she touched him it burned—but it was a delicious burn that he wanted more of.
Control, he needed to keep control. He never lost it.
But you almost did last night, a little voice in his head teased.
He fucking ignored it and sucked hard at her neck. Her moan hardened his cock faster than any woman’s fist ever did. The room filled with the sweet, heady scent of her sex. His mouth watered as he remembered the taste of her from last night. So damned sexy, sweet, and fresh. He could have stayed down there for hours. Oh hell, who was he kidding? He’d have come in his pants if he did that. He’d barely resisted taking her as it was.
Her hands moved again, captured his stiff cock over the silk boxers. When she stroked him with her warm palm, he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting. The soft silk combined with her warm, gentle touches was near perfection, gliding along his shaft like a gentle caress. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Pulling away from her sweet neck he ordered, “Wrap your hand around my cock, Christine.”
She panted, her beautiful lips parted and wet from where she’d licked them; her neck arched gracefully, perfectly towards him. Her thighs rubbed sensuously up and down his and then she dove her hand under the band of his boxers and held him in her little fist.
“Very good.” He couldn’t tell if she’d even heard him because his voice was little more than croak. When her eyes closed again, he sank his teeth back into her.
Her moans escalated as he drew from her. He steadily lost control, could feel it slipping away like he was slipping on ice. He told himself not to do it, to wait and get what he needed later but fuck he couldn’t. He reached down, yanked her dress up, and cupped her pussy. Hot, wet, so soft over the silk. Her shiver was one of the hottest things he’d ever felt.
The grip on his cock tightened reflexively and then she stroked him up and down. He groaned, and though he rarely made sounds during sex, he couldn’t stop to think about it because the pleasure she gave him was about to make him come harder than he ever had.
She pumped him, slowly at first then steadily faster, tightening his balls and building the release inside him. Dmetri tore off her silk panties with a satisfying snap and then slid his fingers between her sweet thighs to where he wanted to be—deep inside her, pumping hard and fast.
For a moment, he stopped taking from her neck, so astounded at how utterly hot and wet she was, at how tightly she gripped his two fingers. She was no virgin but she wasn’t a practiced woman either.
“Dmetri,” she cried and arched against his hand.
Stay in control. Stay in control.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice like gravel.
He pumped his hips faster in her hand and bit into her neck once more. It was so hard for him to take from her slowly, just enough to give them both ecstasy without exhausting her. Her hand moved faster, wetting her palm with his seed using it to guide her movements. It drove him wild.
Suddenly the hand pumping him stopped, squeezing hard. The muscles in her sex trembled around him, squeezing and flexing as harsh cries left her throat.
Damn, she’s coming. Fucking hard.
She shook against him as if she was having a seizure, her cries making his blood pump faster in his veins. He was right there with her, would have come if only she moved her fist, but instead she kept her tight hold on him as her little channel milked his fingers so snugly. Hot fresh cream coated his fingers and his mind shut off completely.
He was going to mount her, couldn’t wait any longer, had to feel her, come inside her.
But then she pulled away and climbed over him.
The move was so quick, so unexpected that when she slammed his shoulders back into the couch, he flattened against it so he was lying down without protest.
She tore her dress off in a rush leaving her only in her silk bra, the ridiculously sexy heels, and a gorgeous flush on her cheeks. She grabbed his cock, all business, then positioned her core above him and slammed down on top of him.
He didn’t know which one of them choked, made a sobbing noise. Her mouth opened, head flew back as he filled her up. Her hands curled and uncurled in his shirt like a cat kneading.
And then she shivered above him, and the little vibrations all the way down to his cock.
When she leaned forward, arching against him, her hands sliding up his chest to grip the collar of his shirt, she tore it open. Her heavy eyelids barely staying open as she slowly started to move on him.
Dmetri didn’t know what was wrong with him. He never allowed women to control him.
Rarely let them on top unless he was powering into her, but he couldn’t move. He could only lie there, feel and watch as this sexy woman unabashedly took his body like she’d die if she didn’t.
The feeling it invoked in his chest was strange and unexplainable.
She braced herself on his chest, just above his nipples and dug her knees deep into the cushions to get leverage. When she started moving, he almost lost it. She rocked up and down, her channel dragging and squeezing around him, coaxing his seed from him. And she was going to get it too. He counted a total of three full thrusts before he was ready to shoot inside her.
He was only able to stave off the violent orgasm inside him because he was entranced by her. She moved above him gracefully but passionately. Need was etched on her flushed face and in the way she curled her short nails into him. He didn’t have long so he quickly took in everything else, tried to memorize every inch of her because the thought that he’d have her many times more never entered his mind. There was only here and now.
His hands slid up the soft, golden skin of her legs, over her round hips to the slender dip of her undulating waist. He grabbed the front of the bra in the valley between her breasts and tugged hard.
She made a sexy noise in the back of her throat and he groaned as her breasts spilled free.
“Millaya moya. You are perfect.”