“Christ, Jamie, you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, crossing the room to me and running his hand down my back and over my ass.
“Is that a yes?”
He smiled at me and said, “Of course it’s a yes.” I started to sit up, but he gently pushed me back down and said, “Stay just like that.”
I did as I was told and he grabbed something from the nightstand, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Open your legs for me, baby.”
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” I asked as I spread my legs a few inches.
He gave me a devilish smile. “Nope. This time, only you’re going to be naked.”
My cock liked that idea, and throbbed appreciatively underneath me. I ground my hips against the mattress, enjoying a bit of friction, and Dmitri applied some lube to his fingers. He reached between my legs and began to gently massage my hole, tracing little circles around my opening before pushing a finger into me. “Mmmm,” I murmured, and wiggled my ass a little.
“Hold still, baby,” he whispered. “Let me take control.”
A little shiver of pleasure cascaded down my spine, and I told him, “I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”
His other hand came to rest on my lower back as he began to slowly finger fuck me. I relaxed as he whispered words of encouragement, and then carefully worked a second finger into me alongside the first. “Oh God yes,” I murmured, loving how full I felt, loving the sensations his skillful fingers were creating in me.
He fucked me slowly, patiently, with two fingers and then added a third, breaking me in, getting me ready to take him. And then he whispered, “This is about to get a lot more intense, baby.”
And he hit that magic spot deep inside me with the tip of his finger as I cried out. The pleasure was absolutely mind-boggling and I bucked against the mattress, moaning, “Oh God, Dmitri,” clutching the quilt with both hands, spreading my legs wide.
“Do you want me to make you cum this way, Jamie?”
I shook my head and managed, “No. Fuck me. Please,” as he kept up a gentle pressure on that spot.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I yelled in dismay. He quickly hopped up between my legs and unzipped his shorts, then put on a condom and applied lube to himself before positioning his cock at my opening. All of that took maybe thirty seconds, but it felt like an eternity as I writhed and panted and begged him to hurry.
And then he was inside me, mounting me in one long, steady push. “Oh fuck yes,” I ground out as his thick cock filled me, stretched me.
He gave me some time to adjust, then thrust into me, his hands on my waist as he established a rhythm inside me. I was practically incoherent. I think I was gasping the word ‘yes’ over and over again as he fucked me.
And then he took me deeper, pushing most of his length into me, which made me yell uninhibitedly. He didn’t stop. He kept driving into me as I went completely primal beneath him, moaning, panting, bucking, oblivious to everything but the pleasure. My orgasm tore from my body and I thrust my cock into the mattress beneath me as Dmitri pounded my ass. In the next moment he was crying out too as he found his release.
I was utterly, thoroughly spent, but also completely happy. Dmitri collapsed onto my back for a few moments, gasping for breath, before pushing himself up and carefully pulling out of me. He said something to me, then asked a question, and my reply was something along the lines of, “Mmmm.”
He chuckled softly and went into the bathroom. I was almost asleep by the time he came back and rolled me over. I felt a warm wet cloth on my skin, followed by a dry one. He was taking care of me, cleaning me up. “Love you so much,” I mumbled, eyes closed.
Dmitri pulled me into his arms and whispered, “I love you, Jamie.” I felt so safe, so loved as I snuggled against his warm skin, breathed in his familiar scent, completely at peace as sleep took me.
Chapter Ten
We overslept the next day. Well, Dmitri did, anyway. I didn’t actually have any place to go, so the concept of oversleeping didn’t really apply to me. “I’m going to get a quick shower. Then I’ll need to take off,” he told me, kissing me quickly as he rolled out of bed.
“It’s your club. Does it really matter if you’re late?” I asked as I stretched luxuriously.
“Remember all those interviews I pushed back to today? The first one’s in twenty five minutes. If I cancel on this guy again, he’s going to think I’m blowing him off. And he’s the one I really want for the bartender job.” Dmitri paused at the door to the bathroom and said, looking uncomfortable, “Ok, this is going to sound super gross, but can I borrow your toothbrush? I really don’t have time to run home to use mine.”