Page 97 of Demitri

“How will you ever get answers if you don’t talk to him, Demitri?”

“I don’t know that I want the answers. Does that make me a bad person?”

“No, Dem, it doesn’t. It makes you human.”

“I don’t think I want to be human right now.”

I lean over and kiss his forehead. He pulls me back, kissing my lips with a sad desperation I’ve never felt from him before.

“Krasotka, I need you,” he whispers. “Please.”

“Yes,” I whisper my reply.

He sits up and helps me stand. This isn’t going to be sweet or seductive. It’s going to be a release of emotions he’s not ready to face. It’s going to be quick and naughty. I check in on my mind and body, and they both understand that this is what the man I love needs, and we can provide it. He’s not using us or wanting to hurt us. He’s leaning on us. Me. He needsme.

His eyes remain locked with mine as he tugs the drawstring on the sweats I stole from him a few weeks ago. They were also the first thing I found to throw on when the alarm went off thismorning. I kick off my tennis shoes while he slides the fabric down my legs, helping me out of them. He then pulls down my panties, leaving me bare under an oversized t-shirt—also stolen from him.

“You’re hot as fuck in my clothes, Mia. But even hotter out of them.”

He lifts up from the couch, yanking his own pants down far enough for his cock to spring free. I straddle his thighs, his hands running up mine and lifting the fabric of my shirt to cup my ass. He holds me to him, crushing our lips, his tongue darting out to lick the seam of my mouth. I open, letting him in, and he groans. Without ending the kiss, he lifts my body while I adjust his cock under me and slide onto his shaft.

I place my hands on his shoulders and use his body as leverage to rise and fall, lifting until just the tip remains and sliding back down again. My pussy grips him, pulling him in more with each downward motion.

“I want you to come too, Mia. I need you to.”

“I’ll try,” I promise.

“I’ll help you get there.”

He removes one of his hands from my backside and brings it around to my front, flattening his palm on my lower belly and pressing his thumb against my clit. He’s circling it, dragging his thumb lower with each circle, gathering the wetness that’s growing from where he’s entering my body. The dual sensations of his cock and finger builds me up.

I’m almost there when he throws me over the edge with his words.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life. The way you care for me, love me, want me. You are the best part of my existence.”

My body pulses around him, pulling him in even deeper. He growls my name as he climaxes, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

“I guess we’ve mastered the quiet quickie.” I giggle into his hair.

I feel him laughing under me, his body creating extended waves of pleasure to course through me.

“You know they’re going to worry if I killed you.”

“Or if I killed you,” I agree.

“You know they call orgasms ‘mini deaths’. Does that mean we killed each other?”

“The fact I want to laugh at that just proves how fucked up we are, right?”

“Fucked up together, baby.” He smirks, patting my ass before helping me stand.

He follows and leads me into the bathroom, where he helps me clean up.

“You ready to face those people again?” I ask, looking at the door.

“I guess. If I have to.”

“We’ve had a long, already shitty day, Dem. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”

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