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“That’s the intention,” he whispered harshly against my neck, his eyes taking me in from my expression downwards. I could feel his gaze like warm fingers travelling over my skin: Down the column of my throat, over the bouncing of my breasts and the tips of my pebbled nipples, down my belly, and straight to the juncture where his cock disappeared between my thighs.
My body shook, my lips crashing inelegantly into his, trying to prolong that release … and failing.
Like a tsunami, my pleasure took me. The rhythm I had worked up left me, my hips jolting unevenly against his. That spell I had held was breaking. But his hips took over, lifting up into me at an even faster, wilder rate, until all I could see was the back of my eyelids and the color bursting behind them.
Until all I could feel was his body shaking under mine as well.
I fell across his chest, my forehead resting against the top of his shoulder, and I could feel him still twitching inside of me as he finished coming apart. For a long moment we sat just like that. His fingers rolled softly over my skin where he had bruised me with his hold. The air around us was a sticky kind of hot, like a muggy day after rainfall, and the silence that filled it was like a spell all on its own.
A spell that was broken by the insistent ringing of a phone somewhere off to the side of us.
Dmitry shifted, one arm banding around the small of my back to hold me in place and the other moving to open his phone. “Da?” he answered shortly, not moving to pull out of me or shift at all. My eyes widened somewhat at the voice on the other end. A sigh left me as I dropped my forehead to his shoulder in defeat.
“Dmitry,” his father’s voice carried through the phone to where I now laid my head. “Where the fuck are you?”
Dmitry’s palm rubbed calming circles up and down my back as he allowed his head to fall back as well. “Waiting to hear that it’s safe to come home. That is what I’m supposed to do, da? Or has protocol changed somehow in the last few hours?”
“Don’t take a tone with me,” his father replied slowly. “Those bodies in my house are there because of a hit on you.”
