Page 59 of Demitri

We increase the speed of our fingers, and I understand what he means by friction now. This friction is fucking amazing. When my eyes close on their own, I know I’m almost there. My breathing increases, my mouth falls open, my chest tightens, and my legs shake almost violently. But it’s the electricity that flows from my core, making my brain short-circuit, that feels completely new to me. This isn’t the same as the orgasms I had earlier. This is not the explosions and toe curling, this is morelike a wave. Cresting and washing away the negativity and shame I’ve felt for years.

“Demitri,” I sigh. It’s not the scream he keeps asking for, but something guttural, feral.

He holds me in his arms, the water washing the soap away, nuzzling my neck and whispering things in Russian I can’t understand. His penis is still standing hard and proud between us, but he acts like it’s not even there.

“I thought this was about you getting your release, not me.” I grin over my shoulder.

“Eh, worth it.” He smiles back.

I turn in his arms and rest my head on his chest, my legs still weak. His hold on me tightens, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my ear. I love this man. No matter what’s going on with his family, or the threats we’re possibly up against, I know we’ll be alright together.

“What’s going through your beautiful head,Krasotka?” he asks.

“Just thinking how much I like this. You, here with me. I didn’t know I would.”

“I still hate the reasons I have to be here,” he confesses, “but I don’t want to be anywhere you aren’t.”

I don’t say anything else, there really isn’t anything to say. I rub my fingers through the light smattering of chest hair he has, his contented groan lighting me up in a way I didn’t know was possible.

“Can I touch you?”

“Always. You always have my permission to touch me whenever you want, Mia. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too.”

I know he’s grinning without having to look. I continue trailing my fingers over his chest and down his abs. His gloriously, wonderful abs, I might add. Until I reach the base ofhis cock. Encircling it in my hand, I gently squeeze and pump, going from root to tip. He sighs, and it emboldens me to be more aggressive. Jerking him off even faster, adding in a rotation that makes him shudder. I’m enjoying myself when the soap hits, and he’s right—this is some good lube.

I increase my grip and slide along his shaft, working myself up again in the process. It’s almost like we have the same brain, because as much as I’d love to jerk him off until he comes in my hand, I want more. His hold on me becomes tighter, his breathing increasing.

“Demitri, I want you. I want you inside me.”

“Turn around.”

It’s a command and plea in one. It’s something I have to obey. And I turn around.

“Put your hands on the wall and bend forward,Krasotka.”

Following his directions, I do as he says.

“If this becomes too much, tell me. I’ll stop. Understand?”

“I do.”

He grips my hips and slides his cock up and down my ass before running it through my folds. His tip hits my clit a few times, making me jolt with pleasure.

“Ready for me?” he asks, lining himself up with my opening.

“Ready,” I confirm.

With one hand on my hip holding me, he bends his knees and thrusts inside. Our earlier activities have left me wet and wanting, and he slides in to the hilt with no resistance on my part.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans into my back, both hands gripping my hips.

I push back against him, lifting my ass up just enough that the angle changes and he rubs that spot he found earlier with his fingers. My eyes roll into the back of my head each time he hits it, and I know I’m going to have another orgasm.

“Demitri,” I moan, my fingers trying to claw their way into the shower wall.

The water beats down on us as his motions become more erratic, and my pleasure builds.

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