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I want to give him pleasure, to taste every inch of him. So I take him deeper, relaxing my throat as I go, until I feel him hit the back. Tears prick at my eyes at the intensity, but I don't pull away. Instead, I hold his hip with one hand, steadying myself, and continue to suck, my tongue working feverishly.

Dmitri's control snaps, and he begins to thrust gently into my mouth, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Valentina... you feel so good... I'm not going to last."

His praise sends a thrill through me, and I hum in response, sucking harder. His grip on my hair tightens, and his hips stutter as he finds his release. "I'm gonna cum..."

His first spurt catches me by surprise. My rhythm skips, but it doesn't matter. The second and third splashes are salty over my tongue. I swallow around him, feeling his semen slide down my throat, and he shudders above me, a strangled groan ripping from his throat.

His hands slide from my hair, and he gently urges me away, his breath ragged. "You take me so well baby..." Words seem to fail him, and he shakes his head, a soft smile curving his lips.

I smile back, feeling a surge of satisfaction at having pleasured him so thoroughly. I sit up, my body flushed and my hair wild around me.

Dmitri's eyes roam over me, desire still burning bright in their depths. "Now," he says, "I want to fuck you with my tongue." He urges me back onto the bed. "Spread your legs for me, Valentina. Let me worship you."

I bite my lip as I part my thighs, exposing myself to him completely. "Like this?"

He nods. "Just like that."

Chapter 10 – Dmitri

Gently, I push Valentina back onto the bed, holding her slender wrists above her head with one hand, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my palm.

I take a moment to admire her beauty—her dark hair spilling across the pillows, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted in anticipation. A slight smile curves my lips as I hover over her, feeling the heat radiating from her body.

Slowly, I let my gaze wander down her body, taking in the smooth, creamy skin and the swell of her breasts. My fingers glide over the delicate fabric of her lace panties before tugging them down her legs, baring her completely. She shifts slightly, but I keep her pinned gently, enjoying the sense of power I have over her.

I lower my head, tasting her with my tongue. Valentina tastes even better than she looks. Her scent fills my nostrils, and her taste lingers on my tongue as I explore her with my mouth. She's exquisite, and I want to devour her.

Her breath catches as my tongue teases her, and her back arches slightly off the bed. She tangles her hands in my hair, urging me closer. I suck gently, swirling my tongue, and she squirms, her hips moving rhythmically.

"Oh, God... Dmitri," she breathes, her voice thick with pleasure. "It's... too much."

Her hips buck, and a strangled moan escapes her throat as she tries to pull away, overwhelmed by the pleasure. My tongue flicks and swirls around her bud, and I add my fingers, sliding them inside her, one by one.

"Please... I can't take it," she pants, her hands gripping the sheets. "It's too good."

I chuckle softly and continue my relentless assault on her senses, determined to push her over the edge. Her breasts heave, and her thighs quiver as she surrenders to the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Her release hits her like a storm, and she cries out, her body arching off the bed. I hold her through it, my mouth never leaving its place, my fingers still moving within her. Her taste, her scent, and the feel of her beneath me are imprinted on my soul.

I release her wrists and move over her, positioning myself at her entrance. I don't give her time to recover, to process what's happening. Slowly, I thrust into her.

A soft groan escapes my throat as I bury myself deep within her. Her eyes hold mine, and she moans my name. I set a slow, steady rhythm, my body moving in sync with hers as if we're dancing to a sultry, intimate tune. With each thrust, her walls clench around me, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to lose myself in her immediately.

Her breath comes in short gasps, and her hands roam my back, her fingers digging into my skin as if she's trying to pull me closer, wanting more of me. I oblige, my lips crashing down on hers, tasting her, claiming her as my own.

Our tongues dance in rhythm with our bodies. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I know she's close again. I quicken my pace, feeling my own release building within me. The coil of tension in my lower abdomen tightens, threatening to snap and send me spiraling into oblivion.

"Together," I whisper against her lips, and she nods, understanding.

We move as one, our bodies slick with sweat. Our breathing becomes more erratic, and our movements grow frantic as we race toward the edge.

"Now," she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I surrender to the inevitable, and with one final thrust, I climax, feeling her tighten around me as she finds her release again. We're suspended in that perfect moment—our bodies fused, our hearts pounding—before slowly returning to earth.

Collapsing onto her, I turn my head, pressing my lips to her neck, breathing her in. She feels so damn good beneath me, and I never want to let her go.

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