He shifted under the sheet and it fell down, revealing my upper body. I gazed at his hand, curled around my breast, and bit my lip. Each knuckle was tattooed with a suit from playing cards. And inked on the back of his hand was a detailed skull burning in flames with his mouth open and the fire eating it away.
God, I loved how many tattoos he had.
He lifted his head, and the sheet fell away, fully revealing his heated blue gaze to me. With my legs spread wide and his big body wedged between them, he looked like a king feasting.
Dmitry groaned and started eating me out again, sucking on my clit, and then probing my pussy hole.
The dual sensations of his hands on my breasts and his mouth on my pussy drove me higher to that plateau.
“You know I like your eyes on me.” His words vibrated against my soft flesh, and I pried my eyes open to watch him. To obey him.
He leaned back slightly and, with a wicked grin, spit on my pussy before dragging his tongue up the slit.
“I’m so close.” The truth was a moan from my lips.
I needed him to keep going, but as if my words were a deterrent, he slowed down his ministrations, pulling me away from that precipice.
I groaned in frustration and he chuckled deeply.
“Just stay on the edge, sweetheart. I promise it makes it feel so much better.” He went back to his slow and thorough licking and sucking. He brought me to the edge before pulling back.
Long minutes passed and I could do nothing but lay there and pant, perspiration covering my body, pleads spilling from my lips.
I could hear a ringing in the background, but I was too lost in the sensations to pay attention to it. It was on the third ring that Dmitry rose slightly and our gazes locked.
“Get it.”
I felt my eyes widen. “What? Now?” I all but shrieked, looking down the length of my body and telling him without words to get back to it.
He smirked and flattened his tongue at my pussy hole and dragged it up to the bundle of nerves at the top of my mound.
“Answer the phone, sweet thing.”
His demand shouldn’t have had my pussy throbbing in need.
I stared into his face for a long second, realizing he was being dead serious. I had no idea what his plans were, but I fumbled over to the bedside table and grabbed my cell phone.
Gio’s number flashed across the screen, and I shook my head, opening my mouth, about to tell Dmitry I wasn’t going to talk to my brother when he was between my thighs, eating me out.
But the words stalled on my lips when Dmitry brought his hand down and spanked my pussy. I cried out and arched my back. The sting caused a flare of pain to rise. He ran his fingers over my pussy, his touch gentle as he eased the discomfort.
And then soon that pain gave way to pleasure.
“Otvet na zvonok.” His voice was firm and demanding. There was no room for argument.
I didn’t need a translator to know what he said.
Answer the phone.
I answered the call, my eyes widening as I watched Dmitry go back to work licking me. I stared up at the ceiling and gritted my jaw, trying to push down the rising pleasure that was taking hold of me with every passing second.
“Hello?” I cleared my throat and shifted on the bed. Dmitry placed his hand flat on my belly, adding pressure to keep me still.
“Sorellina,” Gio said in his deep voice, but then a second later he started speaking to somebody else, his voice getting tighter, harsher as he spit out Italian. After a second he started speaking to me again. “I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” I heard the breathlessness in my voice and cleared my throat, but a squeak came from me when Dmitry thrust his tongue into my pussy.
He growled low, and my eyes rolled back in my head from the vibrations.
Oh God. How was I going to keep calm for this call while I was speaking on the phone with Gio? This was so messed up in so many ways.
“Listen, I’ve been in Desolation for the past week for business. I head back home in two days. I’d love to get together and see you before that. You, Amara and Luca. Leave the men at home.”
He snapped out those last few words, and if I wasn’t in the throes of ecstasy with my husband, I probably would’ve chuckled.
“Okay.” There was a tense moment of silence, and my heart started racing a little harder, worrying my brother knew how disgustingly lewd I was being right now.
“Is everything all right?” There was concern in Gio’s voice, and I cleared my throat again, trying to push Dmitry away with my hand on his head.