Page 35 of Between Power and Passion

"I'm going to..." I warn, trying to pull back slightly.

But she doesn’t stop; if anything, she takes me deeper into her mouth. The sensation pushes me over the edge. Just before I cum, I manage to pull out from her mouth, and my release splashes onto her face in hot spurts.

She looks up at me then, wiping away the cum from her cheeks with a mischievous giggle. The sight is enough to make me hard again instantly.

"God," I murmur breathlessly, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

She rises up and kisses me again lightly on the lips before settling back into my arms.

My hands roam over her back, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against my fingertips. I lean back slightly to look at her face, flushed and beautiful in the dim light.

"Are you sore?" I ask gently.

She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No," she whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Without another word, I shift her so she's straddling me. My hands move to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as I dip my fingers into her. She gasps softly, but there's no hesitation in her movements. Her wetness coats my fingers as I begin to finger her slowly.

Her moans fill the room, each one sends a jolt of desire through me. I watch her face intently, the way it contorts with pleasure as I move inside her. She leans forward, pressing herself against me, and I find one her breasts and start to suck it. Her nipple hardens under my tongue, and she arches into my touch.

"Don't bite," she breathes out between moans. "Ahhhh..."

I chuckle softly against her skin before sucking harder, careful to heed her warning. My fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

When I feel her tightening around my fingers, I withdraw them suddenly. She whines at the loss, looking at me with frustration and need.

"I want you to cum on my dick," I tell her, my voice rough with desire.

She nods eagerly as I position myself at her entrance. Slowly, I push into her, savoring the way she stretches around me. The sensation is almost too much; every inch of me is on fire.

I start fucking her slowly, each thrust deliberate and deep. Her moans grow louder with each movement, and I get lost in the sound of her pleasure.

I grip Valentina’s hips firmly and turn us so she’s lying on her back. Her eyes are half-lidded with desire, her lips parted in a soft moan as I continue my slow, deliberate thrusts. The feel of her wrapped around me is almost too much to bear, but I force myself to maintain control.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“Please what?” I ask, my voice low and rough. I want to hear her beg.

“Move faster,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “Beg me,” I command.

She hesitates, biting her lip, and I can see the conflict in her eyes. When she remains silent, I pull out almost completely, the tip of my dick just barely inside her. Inch by inch, I push back into her agonizingly slowly. Her body arches beneath me, a whimper escaping her lips.

“Please!” she gasps. “Please fuck me faster!”

I smirk at her desperation. “It’ll be my pleasure,” I murmur before driving into her harder and faster.

Her cries fill the room as I set a relentless pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and the way she clenches around me drives me wild. Her hands clutch at my back, nails scraping against my skin as she matches my rhythm.

I can feel the pressure building within me, the coil tightening with every movement. Valentina’s moans grow louder, more frantic, and I know she’s close, too. The sound of our bodies coming together echoes in the room, a symphony of raw desire and need.

“Dmitri!” she cries out.

I don’t hold back now; I pound into her with everything I have. Her walls tighten around me as she cums, a shuddering moan tearing from her throat. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and with a few more hard thrusts, I find my own release.

We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

The aftermath of our passion leaves us breathless and vulnerable. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest, a soothing contrast to the turmoil in my mind.

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