With his hand on my throat, he squeezed, pounding into me. His immense body tensed as he came, finding his release.
His orgasm seemed to go on for so long as he threw his head back slightly, his neck muscles standing on end. But he kept his focus on me as if he couldn’t stand to look away.
My pussy still had aftershocks from my climax, and the clenching and relaxing around his cock had him gritting his teeth.
Only when Dmitry had fully emptied himself into me did he place his hands on either side of my hips, his head hanging low, his eyes closed as his chest pumped up and down.
I was sweaty, sore, and now sticky between my legs, but so thoroughly pleasured I couldn’t help but smile. I ran my hands up and down his chiseled chest, his skin just as damp with perspiration as mine.
With a gruff sound, he pulled out, and I immediately felt his cum slipping from me. I shifted as I watched him stare at what came out of me.
“Hold still, detka. I need to see that cream pie.” Dmitry pushed his seed back in and hummed, then lined his cock back at my entrance and slid inside nice and slow, filling me back up.
I gasped at how sensitive I still was.
I let my eyes close, only to feel him grip my legs and push them to my chest. He leaned forward, the position causing my lower half to rise slightly off the bed.
For long minutes we stayed like that, kissing slowly and thoroughly, with my legs to my chest and Dmitry’s cock still semihard in my body.
Only when he seemed satisfied and fully sated did he pull out. He immediately rolled me to my side. With my back to his chest, he lifted my leg and draped it over his waist. And then he slid back into me.
Rock-hard all over again.
“Sleep, printsessa. I’ve only just started fucking you tonight.”
I was about to tell him I couldn’t sleep with his hard cock deep inside me, but when he started running his fingers through my hair, I found sleep came instantly.
Chapter 40
Claudia
For most of the following week, we stayed in the suite doing nothing but fucking.
One of Dmitry’s men had brought over Sasha, and I sat back and watched her show her love to Dmitry with face licks, pawing at his chest, and high-pitched yips.
Then she’d graced me with the same.
We took her up to the rooftop pool, lounged on the deck as she jumped in and swam around, and just talked and got to know each other.
Although I knew Dmitry held back plenty to protect me, I was thankful and pleased with whatever he told me. They were little morsels of the bigger puzzle that made up my husband.
He hated chocolate and peanut butter, lived off black coffee with a spoonful of sugar, and couldn’t sleep more than three hours a night.
I asked him what he’d been doing this entire week while I slept, and he couldn’t. He’d told me he watched me sleep, marveling at how lucky he was because he knew he didn’t deserve me.
I wasn’t the swooning type of girl, but with him I went full-on girl mode hearing that.
I didn’t think anyone had ever been as sore as me when Dmitry got done working me over.
I also was pretty sure we’d come up with some brand-new sexual positions not known to man or thought possible to do with the human body.
In other words, Dmitry fucked me a lot.
One of the Bratva men had been coming by daily to take Sasha from the suite for her walks. She’d been staying with us the past week at the hotel. I was glad Dmitry missed her just as much as I did, and had her stay with us instead of waiting until we went back to his penthouse.
In the kitchen, living room, and in the shower. On the couches and counters. Outside on the balcony where everyone could see us, and especially in the bedroom.
But my favorite, which I was realizing was Dmitry’s too, was waking up to him between my legs as he ate me out.
Like he was doing right now.
I moaned and spread my thighs wider, tunneling my hand into his hair and pulling at the short, dark strands.
A look down my body showed the sheet pooled right under my breasts, completely covering Dmitry as he gripped me under my thighs, right beneath my ass, and titled my hips up to his mouth.
I moaned loudly and let my head fall back on the pillow as I closed my eyes. I felt him reach up and cup one of my breasts, pulling on my nipple and making the peak harder.
His hands were just so big that I once again felt so small compared to him. I hadn’t realized the size difference would be such an aphrodisiac to me.