I can suck his cock anytime, though, it’s a much more silent affair on my part, and Dmitri can control his responses so much better than I can. So as much as I’d love to offer him my mouth to fuck, we need to utilize this time wisely.
“Yeah, I want another.” Just hearing myself say it has me clenching around nothing, so empty and ready for him. “You feel so good in my pussy, Dmitri,” I tell him, licking his bottom lip just to taste him again. “I miss it already.”
His deep eyes bore into mine with a heat that burns me up.
“Fucking perfect,” he rumbles, lowering his fat cock to meet my entrance. “You, my pretty little wife, were fucking made for me.”
Not holding back a second more, he bottoms out, shoving every last inch of his length into my waiting cunt. The angle is so precise that water rolls off of him and dances down to my clit, teasing the sensitive, swollen bud. The combination is enough to make me scream. Voice cracking with the sound, I lean forward, sinking my teeth into the dense muscle of his shoulder.
There’s no slow beginning like before, only hard and deep strokes that have muffled moans vibrating against my lips and his skin.
I don’t know how long he goes for, long enough for me to come screaming at least twice. When he comes in me again, I know I can’t go for another round. I’ll practically be in a pleasure coma if we do. So Dmitri washes us up, spoiling me by taking care of my hair too. He lathers and conditions it, making sure to be careful with any knots he finds.
When we get out, he towels me off, too, planting kisses sporadically over my body while he goes. Being naked with him is such a temptation, but for once, I’m able to resist.
As he’s drying my hair, a soft knock rattles against the bathroom door.
“If you guys aren’t done yet, it’s time to finish up. Cars are starting to pull back into the driveway.” It’s Ivan.
Oh my god, I forgot about Ivan.
My face flames in the bathroom mirror reflection, and Dmitri smirks.
It appears one of us remembered that his brother lives here too.
Lust really can melt your brain, damn.
“How much did you hear?” I croak, nervous even though he’s overheard us in the past. This is not something we should make a habit of.
“Jade, I don’t think there’s anything I didn’t hear,” he returns, sounding amused. “Don’t worry about it, just get dressed and try to stop blushing so hard.”
Mind reader, I think to myself, rubbing my cheeks to try to remove the flush there.
“We’ll be right out,” Dmitri tells him.
“We have to get him headphones or something,” I pout. “Poor guy.”
My husband chuckles, kissing my shoulder lightly. “Ivan doesn’t care about hearing us, and he doesn’t wear headphones for a reason. He’s your guard, Jade,” he says, reminding me gently. “It’s okay that you don’t see him that way, but at no point in time when you’re near is he not thinking about keeping you safe. It’s as important to him as it is to me.”
“I guess so,” I reluctantly agree.
I can live with Ivan being my guard as long as he stays my best friend too. I care way more about that than I do about having his protection. Protection can be hired and replaced, friends like Ivan can’t be.
Dmitri hugs me from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of my face. “Come, Krasotka, let’s get you into a new dress. You’re going to need some food to make up for everything I just put you through.”
A good-ass steak sandwich might bring actual tears to my eyes right now, so I giddily follow him out of the bathroom and into my closet.
By the time we’re both dressed, I can hear the familiar sounds of ruckus that follow my brothers begin to fill the house.
Dmitri starts to make me a snack while Ivan and I sit at the small breakfast nook together. I haven’t seen everyone yet, but of course, Matteo finds us first.
“Well, you’re in a way better mood,” Matteo notes, and I blush.
“Don’t ask about it,” Ivan warns, earning him a little kick from me under the table. He doesn’t flinch, of course.
Matteo looks between us. “Why not ask? What’d you do?”
“Nothing,” I chime too quickly.