Page 84 of Wrapped in Perfection

"Work. Nothing worth talking about. You've got skills, kotik," I tease then suck on the curve of her neck.

"Glad you appreciate them." She shoves my pants down to mid-thigh.

"More than you know." My erection presses onto her mound and stomach. I lower the strap of her top. "I love you in this. You keep surprising me. I think you can't get any sexier, but you do."

She lightly grazes her fingernails on my head, sending zings down my spine. "I want to be, for you."

I groan. "You are, kotik. God, so much." I pull her breast out of the mesh cup, lick it, then suck on it, listening to her whimpers until she arches her back and shudders

I reach down and slip two of my fingers into her sex, slowly pumping in and out of her.

"Dmitri! Oh...oh..."

In Russian, I blurt out, "You make me crazy, kotik. I'm a selfish man to let you come anywhere near me. But I can't help myself. You're an obsession, stoking a fire every second of the day within me."

Her skin heats, competing with my scorching flesh, and beads of sweat pop out on our skin.

The woman singing in Russian belts out the word love, and I catch my breath. I must be losing my mind, because I almost tell her in English, I love her. But it's too soon. She'd freak for sure. And I don't want her to feel like she has to say it back.

It should terrify me. But I suppose it happened the moment I saw her in the bar. The magnetic pull I felt toward her, I hadn't experienced before. And I couldn't forget her face. I never stopped wondering if she was okay, or beating myself up for not following her that night.

So I refrain from revealing my thoughts in English and lean into her ear. I tell her in Russian instead, swirling my thumb over her clit and continuing to slide my other fingers in and out of her pussy.

Her body convulses, and her eyes roll as she cries out my name. I murmur in Russian, "You're my beautiful perfection. And I love every part of you."

"Yes...oh God...yes..." She digs her nails into my shoulder blade, and it's a sweet pain that makes my cock throb.

I move to feast on her other breast and pull my fingers out of her. I drag them across her lips, and she sucks them into her mouth as I edge my tongue around her nipple.

Her moans enhance the song, crooning into the air. I push my face between both breasts, breathing a few seconds into her cleavage, inhaling her skin's sweet scent.

She takes her foot and puts it on the crotch of my pants and pushes them to my ankles. Her smooth legs wrap around my hips. She slides her hand over my ass. "I need you," she whispers. "Please."

It's irony. No one could need anyone more than I need her. I look up, and her sparkling blue eyes are the most gorgeous things I've ever seen. And she desperately craves me. It's so potent, my heart stirs.

I slide up, put my elbows on each side of her, and palm her head. In English, I say, "I need you, my kotik. Like the air I breathe, all day long."

She nods and digs her nails into my ass cheeks.

I slide in her tight, wet heat. Her moan mixes with my groan, and I'm finally fully wrapped in our perfection.

I inch into her, slowly at first, letting her body accept all of me until I can't sink into her anymore.

"So full...oh..." she whispers. "So...oh God...how can this be so good?"

"I know, kotik." The heat swirls, boiling my blood, raising my adrenaline until it's sitting on the surface of my cells and ready to explode.

"Don't stop...oh...please don't stop," she begs, closes her eyes, and arches her back. Her pebbled nipples slide across my skin.

I ravage her mouth, consuming every part of her possible until we're both shaking, sweating, and crying out incoherent things.

We come together, limbs and tongues wrapped around the other, bodies that have merged into one.

She's my everything. And I'll be the man she needs and craves, fighting the darkness so it never comes close enough to destroy us.

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Anna

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