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"Don't hold back, I want to hear you," he whispers huskily.
He stops all movement, leans up, and looks down at my naked body. He stares at me as he remains motionless above me. "Beautiful," he whispers while tracing his fingers down my body, achingly slowly over my breast and down to my stomach, he caresses softly, his hands barely connecting with my skin.
He leans down and kisses me.
"You're still dressed," I say.
"Not for long," he whispers while getting out of bed, quickly taking off his shirt and dress pants, leaving only his boxers. He looks like Mars, the Roman god of war, I think to myself as he walks back to the bed with a smirk on his face. I feel the moistness between my legs and clamp them together to try to stop the aching. He returns to the bed, putting his hands on my knees and spreading my legs apart.
He looks at me with admiration as he lays down between them; I can feel his hard, smooth member pressing against my stomach as he begins kissing me along my neck and then moving down to my breast. He takes one nipple into his mouth—"Ahh," I half moan and half scream. It feels so good, but it is also quite sensitive. I start breathing hard as his hand travels down my body and cups my sex. I moan and buck my hips against his touch.
His thumb slides across my clitoris and plays with it; I start moving to his rhythm. It's electrical, and I can't stop moaning over and over again; this is what I had wanted on the plane. "You're so responsive," he murmurs against my nipple, caressing it with his breath. He then moves to give the other the same treatment. I arch my chest up to his mouth, giving in to the feelings taking over my body. He slides a large, calloused finger into my slick opening, causing him to groan and me to stop breathing. He moves his finger in and out, my hips mimicking his movements.
"Dimitri," I moan while gripping his shoulders.
"Sara, you're almost ready, but not quite," he groans as his finger goes deeper into me, and his thumb pinches down on my clitoris.
I can't understand how I could get any wetter. I'm craving for him to be inside of me. I want him in me now.
"Be patient, I'll get you there," he says. His mouth leaves my nipple and travels down my body, past my stomach and below my belly button. He stares up at me, and I look back at him. There is a fire in his eyes as he makes his way all the way to my sex, then whispers, "Beautiful." I close my eyes in anticipation of what he will do next. It seems like the world stops when I feel his tongue part my lips and penetrate me. My body jerks up off the bed, and he holds me securely by my waist.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Dimitri!" I scream as he exhales on my sex while his finger teases my clitoris. His tongue penetrates and licks me while teasing the most sensitive spot of my body. He is staring at me with such heat that I can't stop crying out. I feel it building up in me, the feeling that only he could cause and give me. It keeps growing, making my legs stiff while causing my hips to buck even more.
"Let go and come for me, Sara," Dimitri says.
His words are my undoing. I explode, and it all comes rushing out of me and I don't want to control it. With him, I can lose control. Dimitri slips his finger inside of me again and rides it out with me, making it so much more potent than it already was.
I am lost and oblivious to him taking off his boxers. I look up just in time to see his very impressive length. It makes me wonder how all of it had fit inside of me before. Completely naked, he lies down on me. It's amazing how his skin feels against mine. Sparks are flying in every direction and my head is spinning.
I feel him place the head of his manhood against me, and I scoot away from him; he grabs my hips and stares me in the eyes, "What's wrong, Sara?"
"What about the baby... I don't want it to hurt," concern written all over my face.
His hands leave my hips and grab the sides of my face, "I guarantee you that it will be pleasurable for both of us, but if you want to stop then we can," he says. Still, when I look into his eyes, I know that he needs, and I want it just as much as he does.
"I want you."
"Are you sure?"
I just nod my head, and he looks deeply into my eyes. Then, I feel it—a little pinch and my insides stretching. I bite my lip, shut my eyes, and lean my head back while he stretches me. Without notice, he rams the rest of his full length into me, causing me to scream. "Don't fucking bite your lip, Sara; I'm trying hard to go slow with you," he says in a husky voice.
He lifts his hips, emptying me, then pushes down, completely filling me again. He keeps up with the same tortuous, slow movements as I wrap my legs around his hips and dig my nails into his shoulders. He is going slowly so that he won't hurt me. I start feeling uncontrollable pleasure. I tighten my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his back, making him go deeper into me. I keep building and building with his slow movements, but I'm not finding the relief I need.
"How do you want it, printsessa?" he whispers huskily.
"Harder, Dimitri," I moan as I grab his ass and bring him closer to me. I know the precious control he was trying to keep has broken when he starts moving. He lifts my legs and puts them in the crease of his elbows, putting me in a different position. I can feel him going deeper, pumping in and out of me mercilessly.
I throw my head back and moan while he groans and pumps harder and deeper into me. I feel it coming, that relief I need; it keeps building and building. Making me meet him thrust for thrust, I grab his hair, bringing him into a passionate kiss.
The next thing I knew, we were tossing and turning, and my back is no longer on his bed. I look down at him, confusion written over my face. "I want you to ride me, Sara," he groans, still buried deep inside me.
I'd never had sex before him; what made him think that I can ride anything? He's never put me in this position before; he always takes over. He must see the hunger in my eyes. He grabs my hips and starts to rock me back and forth. He throws his head back and groans at the same time I drop my head towards his chest and moan.
I start to get the hang of it, and it feels so good; I start moving on my own, then completely take over. I start bouncing up and down on his large shaft, really starting to move, and I feel it again. The pressure is building in me. I will finally get the release I needed. I place my hands on the top of his thighs, pushing him deeper inside of me; I gasp at the pleasure.
I am almost there, I can feel it. He places his hands on my breasts and kneads them. "Come for me, Sara, you're close, I can feel you tightening around me," he groans; his voice is my undoing, and I come again, more so than the last time.
This time is much longer, I have no control over my limbs, and my body feels as if it were filled with Jell-O. I fall against his chest, still convulsing around his large shaft; he rolls us over and is on top again. "My turn," I barely hear him say, and then he starts moving again much faster this time. With larger thrusts and quicker movements. I feel myself building up again; I whimper. How is it even possible? I have no more to give.
