Page 57 of Demitri

I didn’t freak out. I didn’t pull away. Okay, I tried to pull away, but I didn’t! Man, Dr. Malcome is going to be so proud of me. Because I just had an orgasm—two orgasms!—with the man I’m head over heels for. One who has been so patient and kind with me. I know he feels like he’s intruding by being here all the time, but I love him being here. Something about his presence in my personal space makes me feel safe. Protected. Because I know he’d live up to the Pavlov name and kill anyone who tried to hurt me.

I want to tell my friends. Hell, I want to tell the world. Would it be too much to have a t-shirt made that saysThis woman just had an orgasm?

But more than that, he didn’t want or demand anything in return. He didn’t make me feel guilty, he didn’t make it about him. And I didn’t demand control. I willingly gave this manpower over me, and I survived. I trust him. I want to be free with him, to stop hiding.

He stirs, opening his eyes and smiling when he finds me watching him.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to know if I’m going to freak out on you.” I scrunch up my face but break into a smile.

“Well, what’s the consensus?”

“Honestly? I feel pretty good. Fantastic, if I’m being honest.”

“Really?” He sounds almost surprised, but then again, so am I.

“Yeah,” I confirm. “Really.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I want to do something different.”

“What’s that?”

“I want to see you feel as good as you made me.”

He stares at me, a thoughtful look on his face, before he breaks out in a giant grin and throws the covers off.

“Come with me. Also, you’re going tocomewith me if we do this.”

I don’t think twice. I give him my hand so he can pull me up and right back into his arms.

“I never want to let you go,” he confesses into my hair.

“I don’t want you to let me go.”

He doesn’t let me get very far away from him, holding me while walking backwards into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Only then does he step back and start removing his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. T-shirt off and thrown behind his head. Jeans undone and kicked to the side. Boxer briefs shucked off and added to the pile. I’ll joke with him later over the color of those, but right now I’m too distracted by his dick to say anything. Standing hard and proud, hitting his lower stomach when he moves, my mouth has gone dry andstarted to water at the same time. Huh. I’ve only read about that happening, I didn’t think it was real. Guess I was wrong.

I wonder what it would feel like in my hand. Would it be rough and veiny? Soft and velvety? What would he taste like?

“Don’t go there,” he interrupts my thoughts.

“Huh?” I startle. “Go where?”

“Wherever you were just going in your mind. It was either very good or very bad, and we don’t have time for that right now.”

I open my mouth to argue, but the look on his face stops me. He’s right. I was not thinking good thoughts. I was thinking very bad thoughts. Maybe he should ask me what they are, but he won’t. Not right now. Guess that discussion is going to have to wait. And I’m honestly not sure I’ll ever be able to suck his dick and enjoy it.

“There,” he points to my face. “Wherever that is, don’t go there.”

I nod, offering him a small smile. “Sorry.”

“Nope, don’t do that either. Guess I’m not doing a good enough job distracting you.”

He crowds into my personal space. A space I would have protected with my everything a few short months ago, but here? Today? I don’t mind it. Not with him.

“I’m going to touch you again,” he warns me.

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