Page 52 of Wrapped in Perfection

I don't know what he means. "What?"

"I want to squeeze your ass and watch your beautiful breasts bounce as you ride me." He slides me onto him.

"Oh God!" I cry out as the tip of his cock enters me.

"Take your time," he murmurs. He palms the back of my head and kisses me then maneuvers my hip with his other hand, letting me inch down him, syncing with the rhythm he sets for me.

"That's it, kotik. Oh fuck," he growls.

"You like it?" I breathe, barely able to talk.

"Fucking perfection," he mumbles then leans back on his elbows, watching me. I stare down at his stunning perfection of muscle and art, feeling hotter and hotter.

I should feel self-conscious, but the smoldering look in his eyes only grows hotter. I reach behind my neck and gather my hair, holding it to my head and rolling my hips on his cock. I close my eyes, enjoying the way his girth slides against my walls, filling me past the point I thought was possible.

He rolls his thumb on my clit slowly, as if to tease me, until I can't take it anymore and beg him. "Please...oh...please."

He gives me everything I want, and my moans compete with his Russian words. Heat, as I've never felt, consumes me as my sex clenches his cock, spasming. Adrenaline floods my veins.

Our bodies pellet with sweat. He sits up, palms my ass with one hand and my head with the other. "Such perfection," he mutters and kisses me for the rest of the time, until we're both shaking and crying out.

Pleasure continues to annihilate me, cycloning through every cell until I'm dizzy.

"Don't stop, kotik," he growls and grips my hip, ensuring we don't lose our momentum.

"Dmitri...oh God...oh..." I cry out as his cock swells inside me, and adrenaline pumps harder.

His groan ricochets through the air, and he shouts something in Russian.

I collapse against him, shaking, my chest heaving into his.

His arms hold me tight, and he murmurs things I don't understand in my ear.

I never want him to let me go. In his arms lies serenity. His body is a temple of safety, and I want to worship it over and over. Everything I thought I knew about sex and two people being together was wrong. And I wonder if what we just did was a fluke or reality.

10

Dmitri

Over my lifetime,many women have been in my arms. But no one has ever felt as good in them as Anna. Not one of them has ever touched me and elicited such a deep craving for more.

And I finally understand what it means to have chemistry. Not just in regards to sex but at all times of the day.

We're still breathing hard when I slide under the covers with her. She rests her head on her fist. The front of her sexy body presses against my skin. Her face is flushed, making her blue eyes pop.

I can't keep my hands off her. It's like she's the gold standard of everything a man needs in a woman.

She's talented and smart. Every suggestion she made for our project, she put thought into. And it showed me how Lada screwing us over was the best thing that could have happened for our business.

It's clear we were comfortable with Lada, and she got lazy with us. Different materials we normally use I'd show Anna, and she would pull something else out just as high of quality but with a slightly cheaper cost. When you're dealing with one piece, it isn't a big deal. But because of the amount of space we're covering, it adds up to substantial savings.

And her design ideas are fresh. When we started the project, I imagined something similar to what Lada typically creates for us, but Anna's flair is different. And I'm genuinely excited about her concepts.

"You're really talented," I say while I palm her ass and trace her curves with my other hand. I steal a quick kiss and add, "And not just in the bedroom."

Her face flushes deeper. "Do you think your brothers will like it? It's different from what you showed me."

"They'll love it. You're saving us money, and it's fresh. We'd been asking Lada for something unique and cutting edge."

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