Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“I’m fine.” She gripped the knot of her towel and pulled it open.
The towel fell to the floor, and Dmitriy got to his feet. She stepped toward him and put her hands on his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her. Neither of them spoke for a second, nor did it seem they moved. They just stared at one another. Time stood still.
She needed time to stand still, just so she could bask in this moment with him. She didn’t want it to disappear.
He stroked her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear, and she took a deep breath. Anastasia didn’t know which one of them moved first. Just that one moment, neither of them was moving, and then his mouth was on hers.
This wasn’t gentle. This was fierce. And she wanted every second of it. She grabbed his t-shirt and started to yank it off his body. She didn’t want to be the only one undressed. She wanted to feel him, skin to skin.
Dmitriy helped her remove his shirt, and she tossed it to the ground, throwing it out of the way. He growled her name, and his lips were back on hers, but they didn’t linger, even as she ran her hands down his back, pulling him in close.
“Fuck,” he said. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He pushed some of her hair out of her face, and she didn’t know how it happened, just one moment they were all over each other, kissing, making out, touching, and they ended up on the sofa, but with her straddling his waist.
His shirt was gone, but he still had on a pair of pants, even as she tried to attack them. She tugged at the belt of his pants, and he suddenly grabbed her hips and pressed her to the sofa.
Dmitriy tugged her to the edge, spreading her legs open, and then before she could say anything more, his mouth was on her body. She closed her eyes, but she wanted to watch him. The pleasure was so intense, and she didn’t want it to stop.
He tongued her clit, sliding his tongue back and forth, and then moved down, and she cried out as he penetrated her with his tongue. It felt so good. Not nearly as good as when he did it with his dick, but so good. She moaned his name. Whimpered.
He pulled his tongue back from her pussy and glided up toward her clit. Flicking back and forth, he worked her clit, going over the tight nub, making her cry out and beg him for more.
She didn’t want him to ever stop, but she felt that turning point within her. Her body was on fire, the need building, and Dmitriy seemed to know her body better than she did. He didn’t hold back, but he sent her right up that hill, and he pushed her over the edge, into a bliss she had never experienced in her life.
It was powerful, only Dmitriy wasn’t done. He had so much strength and she was at his mercy, as he flipped her over, putting her to her knees, on the sofa, and she heard his belt.
Now that he was the one in control, she heard his pants zipper being pulled down. It sounded like music to her ears.
Dmitriy ran his hands over the curves of her ass, and he spread the cheeks wide, and then she felt the tip of his cock as he pressed it between her thighs. She gasped, arching up against him. Inch by inch, he sunk inside her from behind, and this time it felt so different. This didn’t hurt.
He grabbed her hands and pressed them to the base of her back, and she closed her eyes, basking in the feel of his warmth. He pushed in deep, and it took her breath away.
“You’re so tight,” he said, growling the words.
She sunk her teeth into her lip, as he started to pull out. It was like he hadn’t even been fully inside her yet, and as he pulled out, she didn’t want him to stop. She wasn’t ready for this to be over. Anastasia whimpered, only to hear him chuckle.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. I’m not nearly done with you.”
He slammed inside her, making her take the whole length of him, and he was not a small man. There was pain, but mingled with the best kind of pleasure.
He held her captive and took control, thrusting hard and deep within her, and she didn’t want it to stop. The pleasure was intense.
She knew there was a chance they were not going to make it, but knowing him, falling for him, at least she had lived to experience that.
Anastasia felt the change within him, as his thrusts started to speed up. He got faster, and whatever pain faded away, because it felt so good. It was even better as he reached between her thighs and started to stroke her clit. He still held her hands at the base of her back, but he had control of them with one hand.