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A second finger joins the first, and I gasp, the pleasure bordering on pain as it rolls through me. His thumb presses over my clit, rubbing in firm circles that match the thrust of his fingers, the tension coiling, tighter and tighter until my whole body is strung so taut I can barely breathe.
Then his mouth descends, his lips wrapping around my clit, sucking hard while his tongue flicks relentlessly.
The sensation is overwhelming—his fingers pumping steadily, thumb grinding my clit, mouth devouring me like I’m his last meal. My body arches off the glass, back bowing as I thrash against his hold. The yacht’s gentle sway only makes it worse, every rock pushing me harder onto his tongue.
The tension crests all at once, pleasure crashing through me wave after wave, my pussy clenching around his fingers, gushing more wetness that he laps up greedily.
“Dimitri!” I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me, the sound echoing off the glass-walled lounge, raw and broken.
It’s the best orgasm of my life—the first one ever given to me by a man—and it shatters me from the inside out in a way I’ve never known. My vision blurs, my toes curl over his shoulders, every muscle seizes in ecstasy.
He works me through every last wave, not stopping until I’m sobbing, oversensitive and spent, my body slumping against the glass in trembling aftershocks.
Only then does he ease back, kissing my inner thigh softly as he lowers my legs, his eyes dark with promise as he rises to catch me before I slide down, my limbs nothing but jelly.
“Easy there, Plamyashka. I’ve got you.”
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DIMITRI
I steady her trembling body as her legs give out, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from sliding down the glass.
Her taste lingers on my tongue—sweet and musky, addictive as hell—and my cock throbs painfully in my pants, straining with the fierce need to bury myself inside her. But I hold back. Barely.
“Come here,” I murmur as I guide her toward the convertible sofa in the corner of the lounge. With a quick push underneath, it unfolds into a wide bed, the soft cushions inviting in the dim light. Ace sinks onto the edge, and I drop to my knees in front of her, searching her face. “You good?”
She looks down at me with unfocused eyes, cheeks flushed, a shy smile tugging at her mouth. “That was… incredible.”
“Was? We’re not done yet.”
The sight of her like this—wrecked and a little bashful about it—does nothing to help my already threadbare control. Leaning in, I place a hand on her knee, feeling the heat of her skin through the dress, and capture her lips in a slow kiss.
She tastes herself on me, going by the way she moans into my mouth, and it takes everything I have not to devour her right there. I pull back before I can lose control, forcing myself to my feet and crossing the room to the small drawer in the corner. The box of condoms is out and open in seconds, foil packet tearing between my teeth. By the time I turn back, my belt is halfway loose, the clink of metal echoing in the quiet space.
Her eyes snap to my hands, widening as I shove my pants and boxers down in one rough motion, kicking them aside. “Remember when you told me you had some Irish in you?” I ask.
My cock is already hard and leaking precum from the tip. She licks her lips, staring at it with raw hunger, and mindlessly nods.
“How would you like to add some Russian?”
My control frays another notch, and I take a breath, trying to gather myself as I stop in front of her. It doesn’t work.
I haul her to her feet and spin her around, my hands finding the zipper at her back with less care than I intend. It comes down fast, the dress slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet.
“Do you think you can handle more?” I breathe into her ear.
“I—” she starts, only to stop abruptly when my fingers hook into her panties. I drag them down her thighs before tossing them aside.
She’s finally naked, bathed in nothing but the shifting light from the water, and I go absolutely fucking still—because Jesus. She’s genuinely stunning like this, all soft curves and flushed skin begging to be marked.
I push her back onto the bed with a firm hand on her sternum, her body yielding easily under my palm, and spread her thighs wide until her pink cunt is fully exposed to me, still glistening and swollen from my mouth. Mine.
The thought slams through my skull like a freight train, possessive and primal and completely unlike me. I’ve never gotten possessive over a woman, and I’m sure as hell not starting now.
“Look what you do to me,” I mumble, looking down as I roll the condom on with practiced ease, the latex a frustrating barrier over my throbbing length. “But it’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to you.”
Climbing onto the bed, I hook her legs over my hips, spreading her even wider as I line my cock up against her weeping entrance and shove into her in one deep thrust.
