My body was on fire, the sensation unfamiliar until now. Nobody had ever ignited this desire that currently blazed through my veins. Nothing and nobody could sate it except for Dimitry. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and a whimper left my lips. I wanted more. I needed the pleasure his finger was giving me.
Before I could protest, he ripped my bra and panties off. Not that I wanted to protest! This was what I needed; him inside me. I wanted him with an ache that only he could satisfy.
A realization lingered on the edge of my mind that this was the first time I lay completely naked in front of a man. Fire burned in his steel grey eyes, and I wanted to burn with him.
He took my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
“Ohhhh.” My fingers pulled through his thick dark hair and held on as each graze of his teeth shot pleasure through my body. He bit my nipple, and then sucked gently, easing the sting. It was mixing pain and pleasure, making my brain hazy. This sensation would be something I’d chase for the rest of my life, but only with this man.
My body arched off the bed, the need for him greater than anything I had ever felt before. He was the only one that could satisfy the ache between my thighs. He was the only one I wanted.
His mouth trailed down my stomach, over my thigh until his head was buried between my thighs. His mouth covered my pussy, sucking hard, pushing his tongue inside me.
“Oh my God.” Bursts of pleasure shot through me as he roughly lapped at me, eating me out. My hips bucked at the sweet sensation.
“Mine,” he growled, pressing my hips under his hold. He was relentless and my body chased the feeling of orgasm he promised with each touch.
His face burrowed into my pussy as his tongue fucked me, and the moment his finger pressed against my clit, my body exploded into million pieces.
“Dimitry-” Panting, his name left my lips, as my body shook in the sweetest and most intense release I had ever experienced. My pussy squeezed in need of his cock. He saw me through the last shiver.
“I need to be inside you,” he grunted and my body ignited on his demand.
My hands fumbled with his shirt and his pants, and he helped to shed it all off. He stood naked in front of me, in all his glory. His body was a chiseled masterpiece. Power radiated off of him and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
His light but masculine cologne wafted up to tease my senses. I traced my fingers over his tattooed chest, over the scar on his upper left shoulder, his skin warm under my finger tips. He spread my thighs wide and wedged himself between my legs. The hard hot heat of his cock pulsed right through me. I lifted my hips off the bed, urging him on. He was the one I waited for; my body was an instrument under his expert touch.
His hand grabbed the nape of my neck, pressing his starving mouth on mine. His kiss was like a drop of ice on a hot day, and my lips eagerly opened for him, his tongue conquering what was already his. Both of our breathing was heavy; our touch hungry.
We kissed ferociously, my tongue rolled over his, then nipped at his bottom lip. I felt his groan thunder through his chest and straight between my thighs.
His hard cock poised at my entrance, and the pulse between my thighs intensified.
“Don’t make me wait,” I begged. My words quivered through the air. “Please.” I wanted him inside me, ache between my legs unbearable.
I heard his hiss of breath. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“The doctor gave me a shot.” Oh, God. I was really going to do this!
He was poised to lunge inside me, a giant male covered with tats and hard muscles. He waited, the tension stretched between us. His piercing eyes the color of stormy clouds. I arched up, encouraging him forward.
Then in one swift move, he entered me, driving deep, filling me to the brink and sharp pain followed. I wanted to contain the painful whimper that left my lips but Dimitry stilled instantly, an incredulous look in his eyes.
“Wh-... How?” I had a feeling Dimitry never stuttered, desire shading his silvery eyes. “You are a virgin?”
“Not anymore,” my voice was a whisper. The pain and pleasure mixed, the desirable flames burning through my veins. “Just give me a moment to get used to your size.”
“Fuck,” his mouth crushed on mine. “You should have told me,” he murmured softly against my lips. “I would have been gentle.”
He trailed soft kisses along my neck, his hand reached between our bodies, his fingers teasing my clit and just like that, pleasure overtook pain. My body got used to his intrusion and our bodies moved together in a dance that had been going on for centuries.
Words fumbled from my lips in a moan, his raw need reflecting mine, intense need overcoming all other sensation. He pushed in, and pulled out, slowly causing friction. He didn’t want to inflict pain but I wanted his everything.
My nails dug into his butt. “More, Dimitry.”
His voice was rough at my ear. “Fuck, Anastasia. You will break me.”
And just like that, he took my body rough and to the brink with each stroke, driving deeper and harder. Slick hot skin on skin, his cock stretching me, pain and pleasure one and the same. My hands smoothed up the tensed back muscles as he ground and pounded hard into me, feeling him deep inside of me, making stars swirl behind my eyelids.