I was panting as I looked over my shoulder to watch him bring the material to his nose. He inhaled deeply, groaned, and then shoved them into the back pocket of his pants. His cock was standing straight, pointing right at me lewdly.
He stroked himself from root to tip three times before giving my ass one more slap. My ass burned and my pussy tingled.
And then he was between my legs again so he could lick and suck at my pussy. He drew one lip in, gently scraped his teeth across it, then let it go to do the same to the other side.
He pushed his tongue into my hole, and all the while he kept my cheeks spread open for his devouring mouth.
“This is the first one,” he growled against my flesh and sucked that little bundle of nerves into his mouth, humming around my flesh until I exploded so suddenly it even took me by surprise.
I was grinding myself against his face, not even caring how shameless that it was. It felt too good, so right.
“The first of many tonight, sweetheart.”
Before I could collapse onto the bed, he flipped me onto my back, my legs falling open once more, any kind of muscle control leaving.
I should’ve been embarrassed at how displayed I was, but the look on his face as he stared at my pussy had any kind of self-consciousness fading to the back burner.
He quickly undressed, showing off a chest that rivaled any Greek god chiseled out of marble. He knelt between my legs, and I felt like this tiny doll compared to him. God, Dmitry was rock-hard everywhere.
“Spread more, detka.” I’ve never heard his voice so deep, so thickly accented before. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his focus trained on my pussy. And so I gave him what he wanted.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred when I obeyed. He gripped my ankles and trailed his hands up my calves, his nails gently scratching my flesh.
Goose bumps formed along my skin, and I shivered, feeling a trickle of arousal spill from my pussy and move down the crack of my ass.
He growled, his fingers tightening. “I want you to say it.” He was staring into my eyes, all molten lava, fire and brimstone burning behind his blue gaze.
I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too.
“I’m yours,” I said with no resistance. He started licking me, eating me out until I felt delirious.
I tangled my hands in the short strands of his hair, gasping and moaning, knowing I’d come again.
But when I was right on the precipice, about to go over the edge of euphoria, he backed off and dragged his tongue along my inner leg, that little crease where my leg and pussy met.
He moved lower to my inner thigh, his stubble scraping along the sensitive skin as he sucked on me. I knew he was leaving his mark, a red and purple hickey so close to the most intimate spot of me. His brand of ownership.
“This is the second one,” he said and sucked my clit again, causing me to come right away.
Dmitry pulled back when I relaxed against the bed, panting, and murmured something in Russian. With my legs spread, he gripped them and opened me wider, pushing them back so my knees were pressed to my abdomen.
I held my breath as he gripped the base of his cock and brought the tip to my entrance.
He did nothing for long seconds but watch himself run his cockhead up and down my slit.
“So wet for me, detka.”
And when he notched the head at my entrance, I curled my hands in the sheets, bracing.
I bit my lip just as he pushed the tip inside. He was so thick, the burn instant.
He kept looking between my face and where he was buried, as if making sure I was all right, but also not able to pull his focus away from what we were doing.
Sweat covered my body as he pushed in another inch, and another.
It hurt, but the pain led the way to something stronger. I was finally being with Dmitry, giving myself over to him. Who knew my big, strong Russian had a softer side, one where he took my virginity gently, slowly, and asked continuously if I was okay.
He pushed in another inch, and I reached out, placing my hand on his defined abdominal muscle, stopping him as I panted.
Our gazes locked. The feeling of being so full, of him stretching me, splitting me in two, had this heavy feeling settle in my chest.
“It’s too much,” I groaned from the sensitivity, from the intensity. “You’re too big.”
Dmitry leaned in, his mouth pressed to my ear as he said, “Mozhesh vzyat bolshe. Vzyat vse.” You can take more. Take all of me.
He gave me a second to let those foreign words sink in. I didn’t know what he said, but I exhaled and nodded anyway, telling him without words I wanted more.