Page 41 of Demitri

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m afraid you’ll walk away if I…can’t.”

“Mia, look at me,” I say, pulling back enough that she can. When our eyes lock, I continue. “I’m not going anywhere. There is nothing you can do to make me walk away from you. You run this show. You know how much you can handle, and when it becomes too much, we adjust and figure it out together, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutley,Krasotka. You tell me what to do, and you tell me when to stop.”

“Kiss me again?”

This time I do what I’ve wanted to for four years. I adjust her so she’s straddling my thighs, put her palms on my chest, and cup her face gently. I pull her lips to me, applying pressure, silently begging for her to open up to me. When she does, our tongues intertwine, a seductive dance as old as time, but we are still learning each other. This is our real first. It’s sloppy, hungry, and the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had.

She pulls back, panting, her eyes hooded with a fire in them that could warm me for the rest of my days.

“Help me stand up?” she asks, pushing against my chest.

I do as she asks and I’m rewarded with Mia’s shirt flying through the air behind her. Her bra quickly follows, then her jeans and panties. I have no idea when she took off her shoes, but thank God for small miracles. I roam her body from head to toes, taking in every inch of her. She’s beautiful, even if she disagrees when I tell her. She has scars, and while I want to know, she never has to tell me if she doesn’t want to or can’t. My imagination is quite enough where that is concerned.

“Dem, you have on too many clothes.” She smiles at me.

Not wanting to give her any time to question why she wants this today, I quickly pull off my shirt and fling it in the direction hers went. I undo my jeans and pull them down to my ankles. “If you want the pants all the way off, we have a work boot situation to take care of first.”

She laughs, and the sound is so carefree, she’s like a completely different person. “I think we can work with this. Keeps you restrained a little, right?”

“Mia.” I wait for her to look at me. “If you need to do what we usually do, if you really want to have sex, this is all your call.”

She’s shaking her head before I even finished the words. “I want to know if I can. No, Ineedto know that I can. I want to give in. I want to feel you while you feel me.”

“I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

She stands in front of me in all her naked glory, assessing. There’s still heat in her eyes, but now they contain a calculated look, like she’s figuring out mental gymnastics. She finally meets my eyes and nods her head. She steps closer, her knees bumping mine, so close I can smell her arousal.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where?” I sound like a man starved.

“Here.” She points to the apex of her thighs. She closes her eyes and swallows before opening them back up and looking at me. “I want you to touch my pussy, Demitri.”

My hand lifts from my thighs without thought, seeking out the promise of feeling what heaven must be like. I maintain eye contact with Mia, gauging every expression and breath. My fingers brush along her mound, and her whole body shivers.

“Still with me?” I ask, making sure she meets my eyes again. When she nods, I lift one finger, showing her what I’m going to use. She follows the finger until it disappears between her thighs, and for the first time since this began four agonizingly long years ago, I touch perfection. Soft, silky skin with neatly trimmed pubic hair, slick lips, already wet from her arousal. Running my finger through her slit, dipping just the tip into her body, I pull it out and circle her clit before repeating the motion. Each breach of her opening, she’s wetter, her breathingmore erratic, eyes locked on me, trying to remain with me in the moment.

“Demitri,” she breathes, her voice husky. “I can’t, I don’t…”

I pull my finger back and put it in my mouth, tasting her flavor on my tongue.

“Mia, one day, you’re going to let me lick you with my tongue. And I’m going to make sure it feels good for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “That was more than I hoped for. You’re amazing.”

“Your turn.” She gives me a timid smile.

“Whatever you need, Mia. This is about you. Always.”

She crawls over my legs, situating herself on my upper thighs. My hands hang limp at my sides, waiting for her to tell me what she needs.

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