My head dips back as his lips caress my neck and suck the sensitive skin. “Don’t leave a hickey,” I warn him.
“Why not?” He grins up at me. “Your daughter already thinks we’re dating.” He nips my neck as his hands caress my hips and tease across my stomach. He’s slow, methodical, and isn’t just diving in for the kill.
“You’re such a tease,” I mutter, and drag his lips back to mine.
He spins me around and shoves me against the cold tile wall, lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him, my arms clinging to his neck. Our lips are fused with deep passionate kisses, each more intense than the previous.
“Fuck,” he growls.
The water drowns out most of our sounds. At least, I hope it does as he guides his thick cock inside of me, stretching my insides. Moaning as he fills me, my fingers dig into his back, my nails marking his skin with each shallow thrust.
“You’re killing me,” I rasp, wanting him to go deeper. His motions are torture in the most delicious way possible.
“I doubt that.” He kisses my neck and my lips. His eyes are heavy, and he stares into my soul, his breathing raspy. “Tell me what you want.”
My lips part. Speaking exerts far more energy than I have available. “I want—you to—fuck me,” I rasp, struggling to meet his stare. I want to shove my face into his neck and ride the orgasm. But he’s not giving me every inch of his thick cock. “Deeper.”
He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, and the slight pain is mixed with pleasure as he drives his shaft inside my tight pussy.
My mouth parts, and I gasp as our bodies blur together as one.
Fuck.
Each thrust is more powerful, like a rising current, and I’m about to drown.
I gasp for breath. My insides clench onto his cock, the first of many spasms tingling through me like a jolt of electricity.
Dmitri slides out, leaving me to stand on wobbly legs.
“What?” I gasp, staring up, desperate for more. I was so close to the fucking edge, and he deprived me of my sweet release.
He’s smiling, and his cock is rock hard.
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter.
His hand grabs my jaw, bringing my lips hard against his before he spins me around to face the wall, the cold tile at my cheek as he parts my legs, and his fingers graze my bottom hole. I gasp from the contact and anticipation. Is he teasing me, or will he drive his cock into my bottom?
I’ve never done that before. I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Do you trust me?” Dmitri asks.
I nod.
“I need verbal confirmation.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Keep your hands on the wall.” He presses my hands against the tile and then backs my hips toward him. I’m leaning forward, my butt sticking out, half-bent forward. I glance over my shoulder at him as he caresses my bottom and smacks my ass.
My cheeks clench, and I gasp from the contact.
“Did you like that,Malishka?”
“Yes,” I gasp, surprised by my admission.
One hand caresses between my folds, discovering my wetness. “Do you want me to let you come?”
“Yes, please.”