I cussed under my breath, stood up without a word, and headed for the back of the plane to the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
Those lips. That stare.
I was a lost man if only thinking about her lips around my cock could make me spill. Maybe if I stroked myself a few times, I’d release some pressure. I threw myself in the armchair and my hand dipped into my pants, releasing myself.
A groan left me at the first tug, and my mind went straight to Anastasia as I fisted my cock, stroking up and down. Fuck, it felt good. So I did it again.
A soft noise had my head whipping up, and my eyes flashed open. Anastasia stood against the door, her eyes locked on my cock. Her mouth was slightly open as she licked her bottom lip and my cock jolted at the thought of her on her knees in front of me, her tongue licking me.
Fucking. Want. Her. Now.
She didn’t turn around to leave, remaining glued to her spot. My cock ached for the release, or threatening to develop a serious case of blue balls. I resumed fisting myself, my eyes locked on her image in front of me and it was even better than fantasizing about her.
“Fuck,” I moaned, working myself faster, my eyes never wavering from her. A sharp inhale left her lips, and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade.
Her eyes lifted to mine, desire reflecting in them. Fuck, this was just a preview of what she’d look like in the heat of passion. She slowly walked over to me and lowered herself onto her knees between my wide spread thighs. My hand fisting my cock stilled… waiting in anticipation. Her hand reached out and covered mine. It was small against mine, yet warm. Gently, she removed my hand off my cock, and her lips parted as her eyes clouded over with desire staring at my cock.
It took all I had not to ram into her mouth, eager to feel her warmth around my cock. Her tongue brushed over the tip of my shaft and I was lost. She worked her lips around the tip and licked down my shaft. Her hand pumped me slowly, going back up and circling her tongue over the tip of my shaft.
“Fuck, milaya,” I growled and pushed more of my cock into her pretty little mouth. She moaned enjoying this as much as I did, and her vibration shot right through me.
She sucked harder, working me deep down her throat. This was perfect; she was perfect. My hips thrust up, and she swallowed me even deeper.
My hands slipped to the back of her head, wrapping my fingers around fistful of her thick mahogany hair. Some women were weird about having their hair grabbed during a blowjob but not Anastasia. She let me guide her as I thrusted in and out while her green eyes stared up at me.
The sight was one that would stay with me for the rest of my life. I took her mouth hard, each thrust more aggressive, my hand guiding her head. It only took three more fast pumps before my cock twitched and I came hard down her throat.
She was a fucking goddess. She might have been the one on her knees, but she brought me to mine. She moaned through my release, sucking me off clean. It was enough to get me hard again.
I couldn’t help the possessiveness in my tone, when I took her head between my hands. I leaned forward; our eyes locked as I claimed her with a growl, “You are mine now.” She blinked in confusion, desire still a haze in her eyes. “I’m a selfish man, Anastasia, and I don’t share. You are mine.”
I took her mouth into a hard kiss, and her arms wrapped around my neck; her body pressing into me. Her softness complimented my roughness as we kissed feverishly. She was what I didn’t know I needed in my life. No amount of wealth or power could account for this woman in my arms.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demanded against her lips.
“I’m yours.” There was no holding back. She gave it all freely, and it was more valuable to me than anything else in this world.
My big hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her knees, carrying her to the bed. I pulled her shirt over her head and then her pants followed, leaving her only in her lacy black panties and a matching bra. It was a stark contrast to her ivory skin.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
I watched in disbelief as she blushed at my compliment. I knew she deserved better than me, but I wasn’t willing to let her go. I might be a sinner but I was her sinner now.
My finger lightly traced the outline of her soft lips, parting them. I didn’t want to know all the men she had. I would be her only one until the day we both die. This made a hypocrite out of me since less than an hour ago I told myself she deserved a better man than me.
I slowly trailed my finger over her soft skin, from her neck, over her breast to her panties. I pulled them to the side, and my finger found her soaking wet. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her body responding in shivers, as my finger slid inside her. She was so fucking tight. A moan sounded in the room and it was music to my ears.
“Do you want me?” Her eyes opened, and there was blazing desire in them. But I wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes, Dimitry. I want you.”
She was fucking perfect. And all mine. I pushed my finger into her, her legs parting for me. I watched her eyes become heavy, and her teeth bite at her lower lip. I was dying to taste her. I worked my finger in and out of her and watched her facial expression turn euphoric and her moans become louder. She was slick with desire, her body soft. I was lost to her… to her scent, to her moans.
She would be my undoing.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Anastasia