Chapter Six
Just moments before Dmitriy had worked his cock, thinking about Anastasia without a single item of clothing on, and now he stared up at her, completely naked.
She was dry now, but her hair was damp. And she stared at him. Not moving.
He watched her take a deep breath, and he knew she was nervous. He didn’t want her to be afraid, and he got to his feet, the food forgotten, and stared into her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you,” she said.
“Anastasia?”
“I get it if you don’t want me, but I just, it’s ... a strange time.”
He should be a gentleman. Anastasia didn’t know what she was doing, or she was reacting to the stress of their circumstances, and he got it. There was only so much strength a man possessed and only so much he could refuse a woman.
Anastasia, the woman he had been crazy about for so freaking long, was right in front of him, and he didn’t want to not be with her. He had never claimed to be a good man, and his dream woman was offering herself up on a plate. He was not going to refuse.
Banding an arm around her waist, he pulled her in close and took possession of her lips, finally kissing her.
It was like he could finally breathe. She was everything.
He couldn’t get enough of her lips, and as he ran his hands all over her body, he knew there was no chance he was ever going to be able to stop.
Anastasia reached for his towel and it dropped to the floor. Even though he had brought himself to release just moments ago, he was ready to go again. His cock thickened as Anastasia ran her hands up his chest and circled them around his neck. Her naked tits pressed against his chest.
Sliding his hands down, he couldn’t resist cupping her full ass.
He gripped her cheeks, pulling her in close, and he heard her soft moan.
He growled against her lips, swallowing down each sound she made.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips to her neck and flicked his tongue across her pulse.
This made her gasp, and he spun her to the bed, dropping her down.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“I’m not going to, Anastasia. We’re only just getting started.”
He knew their lives were in danger, but for now, they were safe to enjoy this night.
It might be the only night Anastasia allowed him to touch her.
The reality of who he was and what he had done might set in, and when that happened, she would push him away.
Dmitriy knew the risks, but he was also willing to take them.
“Lie back,” he said. “Trust me.”
She lowered back against the bed, and he marveled at her lack of hesitation. This was one special woman.
He watched her, amazed, and then he looked down at her full body. Anastasia was all woman. Full, ripe tips, with large red nipples that were made to be sucked. He couldn’t hold back any longer, nor did he want to.
Pressing the globes together, he groaned as he looked down at their fullness, then he leaned in close and took a nipple into his mouth.
He sucked on the hard tip and moved to the next one, sucking on that one as well.
He moved between them, lavishing each one with attention, but he wasn’t painful.
He teased and tormented, and then he let them go, because he knew his end goal wasn’t sucking her tits.
Dmitriy wanted her pussy.
Kissing down her stomach, he moved in closer, spread her legs a little wider, and ran his hands up either side of her thighs.
Staring up the bed, he hesitated for the merest hint of a second, giving her the chance to say no.
That was all he was going to give her, because now she was his, and he was not letting her go.
Anastasia had already admitted she was a virgin. No man had touched her, or come close to knowing her perfection, and there was no way he was going to let her go.
He gripped the lips of her sex and spread them open as he looked into her eyes. Then he stared down at her gorgeous virgin cunt and knew there was never going to be a place he wanted more. She was his.
No one had tasted her, touched her, claimed her, and he intended to do all of that. He didn’t want her to ever think of another man again. Dmitriy had never been possessive. He’d never been selfish, yet when it came to Anastasia, he could not be anything but selfish. He wanted her all to himself.
He looked down at her pretty cunt and knew she would belong to him for the rest of their lives.
This first time was not going to be good.
Taking her was going to hurt her, but afterward he would make it all better.
First, he was going to blow her mind and try and make it so she only had this to remember.
Pressing his tongue to her core, he got his first taste of the woman he loved, and it was everything. She was so fucking tasty, and he wanted more. He took her clit between his teeth, didn’t bite down, but he did suck it into his mouth, and he felt her arch up toward his touch.
He wanted to completely blow her mind with his mouth, and that was what he did. Each touch only made her melt for him. She moaned his name, and it felt so good, the sound echoing around the motel room.
Letting go of her clit, he slid his tongue back and forth across the sensitive nub.
He was going to set her world on fire. He moved back and forth, and she cried out, and he slid down to go to her entrance, but she was a virgin, and he was not going to take her with his tongue.
When he finally claimed her as his, he was going to use his cock and slide in deep, making her all his.
He focused on her clit, sunk his hands under her ass, gripping the flesh, and pressing his face against her cunt.
Dmitriy drew her closer and closer to orgasm. He held back, heightening her arousal, and then took her right to the edge. He wanted her to be soaking wet, so when he took her, there was no restriction.
When she couldn’t handle his teasing anymore, he stopped holding back, and this time, he took her to the very edge, letting her fall into the abyss.
****
Sunlight streamed through the small slit in the curtain and Anastasia stared at it, marveling at the fact she was no longer a virgin. Last night had been a ride on a crazy train, one she didn’t regret taking.
There had been a moment, a fleeting moment where she worried she would regret it, but the moment Dmitriy touched her, all those doubts went right out the window. All she could do was feel, and he had felt amazing. She didn’t regret a second of being with him.
Losing her virginity had been painful, but Dmitriy had been so patient with her. He truly was an amazing man, and she couldn’t believe she had woken up in his arms.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him with a smile. “Yeah, I did. Did you?”
“I slept.”
He sounded so surprised and she laughed. “You’re not used to sleeping?”
“No, I’m not.”
There was so much she didn’t know about him. “Maybe you’re relaxed with me?”
“How are you?” he asked.
Last night, when he took her virginity, she had bled. Afterward, he had gone for new clean sheets, and they had changed the bed together. He had also cleaned her up, and as she thought about his tender care, it actually made her cheeks heat, as she hadn’t expected that.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not sore or tender?”
“I feel fine.” She felt ... incredible. Aside from all the other trouble currently in their lives, which she refused to think about. For now, she was happy.
She moved up and boldly planted a kiss to his lips.
“Thank you.”
He looked at her, and Anastasia didn’t quite know what to do, if she should make another move or not. Then, Dmitriy made the decision for her, as he kissed her.
She melted against him. The pleasure was instant. At first, it started as a sweet, delicate kiss, and then slowly began to get fierier and she felt the passion simmering between them.
He growled her name, and it sent a shockwave of heat straight to her core. She loved when he gripped her ass and pulled her in close.
Dmitriy rolled her over so she was on her back, and the kiss deepened. She opened her mouth, he plundered inside, and she tasted him. Meeting his tongue with her own, she didn’t want him to stop.
Of course, Dmitriy had other ideas, and he started to kiss his way down her body.
She loved his mouth on her as he lavished attention on her nipples.
She arched up against him, moaning, whimpering as he took his time with each nipple, and she didn’t think she was going to be able to stand it much longer.
He was not done with her, as he kissed down her body, and when he got to her pussy, she was not prepared for his tongue sliding between the folds, and she cried out.
Dmitriy took hold of her hands and placed them by her hips, holding her still. She was captured by him, but there was nowhere else she wanted to go. She was more than happy to be at his mercy.
He continued to tease her clit, stroking the hard nub, working his tongue back and forth, and she felt the change within her, as the pleasure started to build.
It took her higher and higher until she couldn’t think straight.
Last night, he had teased her, taking her to the point of no return, not letting her go, but now he let her go straight over that edge.
She screamed his name, unable to hold anything back, and even before the last ebbs of her release, he moved up between her thighs and she felt him filling her.
Each inch sent her arousal higher as her orgasm still had control.
Anastasia held onto him as he moved her hands either side of her head, holding her in place, and took possession of her lips as he rode her.
The hard pulse of his cock took her breath away. It felt so good, even better than last night, and she didn’t think that was possible.
She stared into his eyes, and the scary truth was, she was falling for this man. She knew, deep down, she shouldn’t be falling for him, that it was a big gigantic mistake, yet she was falling for him in a way she never thought was possible. The pleasure was next level and intense.
She watched as he came close to that peak, and he didn’t hold back. Dmitriy let go, and she watched him fall and knew she would do anything for him. She didn’t care about their past. It didn’t matter to her. All that mattered was what they had right now.
The moment he had finished and she felt the last pulses of his cock, she wrapped her arms around him and knew there was nowhere else in the world she wanted to be.