Page 54 of Demitri

“I don’t think that. Not at all.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I know the theory is that it’s different for men and women. That men are physical creatures while women are emotional. And that might be why you can’t find your orgasm now, but Mia, at the end of the day, an orgasm is the effect of the cause. It’s the physical. The cause in this case is friction. Rub anything enough in the right way, and it does what it does, you know?”

“But you rub me the right way, and I can’t. Does that mean I’m just broken?”

“No!” I shake my head almost violently. “It means that you’re so focused on the control aspect you can’t release it. You pull back when the friction gets to be too much. Because you’re scared.”

“I do?”

“You do,Krasotka. You stop grinding as hard. You stop pulling me in as deep. You stop the friction before it can cause the effect.”

“Fuck,” she whispers. “I do. I do that, Demitri. Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

I chuckle. “What was I supposed to say? Mia, the way you ride me is great, but it takes me five seconds longer to cum when you stop grinding that sweet pussy on me?”

She looks at me, her face completely slack, her eyes blank, blinking. And then she laughs. Not a small laugh, either. This is a full-bodied, feel-it-in-your soul kind of laugh. One that is a release of the demons.

“Dem,” she wheezes.

“What?”

“That was funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny, Mia. What is it you’d like me to say when you go inside your head instead of living in the moment?”

She sobers up, staring at our still touching pinkies. “I don’t know. I don’t know that there’s anything you can say. But I’d like to try.”

I take in her face, her body language. She’s open, honest. Her eyes, still shiny from unshed tears, ask me to understand. To realize she’s giving me all she can.

“Krasotka, can I touch you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I stand up, lunch now a long-forgotten mess to deal with later, and move around the table until I’m standing in front of her, our knees touching. I lean down, take her hands in mine, and help her stand until her body is angled into mine. I wrap her arms around my neck and mine around her waist, holding her as close as possible.

“I want to touch you,Krasotka. I want you to let me. Allow me to show you how to let go. Please.”

“Yes.”

“Right answer.” I grin, waggling my brows. “Now let’s have some fun.”

Before she can react, I have her up in my arms, her legs unconsciously wrapping around my waist, her fingers weaving into my hair and gripping. The bite of pain isn’t unpleasant. And the squeal she releases makes me laugh.

I don’t waste any time walking through the house and up the stairs, only stopping when I’ve reached her bedroom and am standing at the bed.

“What now?” she asks, pulling her flushed face back enough to look me in the eyes.

“Now, I’m going to lay you down on this bed and show you how to let it all go.”

“Demitri, what if I can’t?” Her insecurities are coming through strong.

“Then you don’t. Maybe we learn some things you like or don’t like. Maybe we get you close, maybe not. If it doesn’t happen, we try again later. And we’ll keep trying until you see stars.”

“Why are you so willing to do this?”

“Mia,” I say her name before kissing the corner of her lips. “I’d give anything to see you fall apart and know it’s because of something I did with you.”

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