Page 42 of Demitri

“Please don’t leave me if I can’t, or if I cry.”

“Your tears are beautiful. Every part of you is,Krasotka. And I want all the parts.”

Her eyes shine at my words, but I mean every one of them.

She sits up on her knees, gripping my cock and lining it up with her opening. This I’m used to. This is the in-control Mia who takes what she can and feeds off my pleasure. As she slides her slick pussy down my shaft until it’s buried in her body to the hilt, I grit my teeth. She always feels so good, but this time is different. This time it’smore.

“Will you touch me?” she whispers.

“Where?”

“Here.” She holds her tits—almost as an offering.

“Can I suck them, Mia? Flick them with my tongue?”

“Yes.”

I slowly raise my head and pull one of her nipples into my mouth, gently laving my tongue over the hardened nub and sucking just enough that she feels it. She gasps but doesn’t stopme. I pop her nipple out and move to the other, giving it the same attention. When I’ve thoroughly had my taste, I pull my head back and look at her. She hasn’t moved, her pussy still gripping my cock.

“More?” I ask.

“No. Not…not right now, anyway. Can you do something else for me?”

“Of course.”

“Will you hold my hips? Help me?”

I place my hands on each side of her body and give a squeeze. “I got you, Mia.”

She starts to move, and I give her the illusion I’m doing something, but really, I’m just enjoying the bliss of being with her again. At some point, I do take over, gripping her hips and grinding her on my cock before helping her bounce up and down.

“This isn’t going to take long,” I warn her.

“Whatever you need.”

I know not to push, I know not to try to force an orgasm on her, not right now. This moment was big enough for both of us, that I have no doubt it could throw her over an edge she’s not ready for. Hell, I don’t know if I could handle her orgasm right now. But one day soon, I have no doubt.

She places her hands on my shoulders, gripping me with the same force I have on her hips, as she starts to move faster, helping me chase my release.

“Krasotka.” I sigh as the orgasm races down my spine, the force of it so hard I see stars.

When I open my eyes, she’s staring at me, her lips quivering, her eyes filling with tears.

“Come here,” I tell her, rubbing my hands up and down her back. “Let me hold you. You cry with me from now on.”

She falls into my chest, wrapping her arms around my back while I do the same to her. Her sobs break my heart, yet at the same time, I think they might be healing hers.

I don’t know how long we sit there, my dick still half hard inside of her. I know we need to move and get cleaned up, but I don’t have the heart to be logical right now. We will stay right here until she’s ready.

An hour later, we’re both showered, cleaned up, and headed to the bar. I knew she wouldn’t change her mind on that, and I’m firmly in camp ‘pick your battles.’

“Can I ask you something?” I turn my head to look at her before facing the road again.

“Sure. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer but ask away.” She grins.

I don’t know what happened in her living room this afternoon, or if it was the confession in the truck earlier, but something has changed our dynamic. Mia has changed. It’s like something that was weighing her down is no longer there.

“This has been on my mind, but that day I ran into you last year. In the park?”

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