Page 32 of Sheltering Hollis

“Please, Dima.” Her face scrunched in frustration as she squirmed in the sheets. Fuck she was beautiful with her dark curls spread across the sheets, her pink nipples perked up. I’d keep her like this forever.

Pushing myself down between her legs, I inhaled. This was a moment I would remember. Her scent was intoxicating. I wanted to make it last, but I’d teased too much for our first time. Spearing my tongue into her pussy I ate her out as if she were my private feast, flicking her clit with my fingers until she spasmed and came around my mouth like a star.

NINETEEN

Hollis

Collapsing against the sheets, I let my legs flop. The orgasm had killed me. It didn’t seem to slow Dimitri down. He was shedding clothes, and suddenly, my interest was reignited, my jellyfish legs trying to find some semblance of dignity.

Dimitri was all hard angles, tattoos covering his entire chest, a work of art — dark art.

“You’re beautiful, Dima,” I said as he kicked off his pants. He looked at me for a moment with a slow smile as he shoved down his boxer briefs.

“You think I’m beautiful?” he gave a low chuckle, stroking his cock as he watched me. “This is all for you, malysh.” Precum glistened at the tip, pearly white.

I wanted that. I wanted him. For a moment there, when he had pulled down my panties, I’d been taken to that place where Gregor was talking about whether I’d been “groomed,” but Dimitri had pulled me right back to the present and said the perfect thing.

He moved back to the bed; hooking my legs around him, I opened eagerly for him, pulling him towards me. “Do you want me to wear a condom? I will,” he asked. A foil packet lay on the bed, several. My, he was confident, but I didn’t want him to wear one. I liked that velvety smoothness of him. “I’ve never taken a woman bare before.” He stroked me himself while he spoke, watching me with his dark eyes.

“No. I have an implant. Hurry.” Pushing up against his cock I tried to gain some friction for myself, restless.

“Patience.” He caressed my opening with his cock, rubbing my slit slowly, teasing, circling my clit with the tip. I watched, mesmerized. The only man I’d ever been with had been Chad, and that had been fumbling and inexperienced on both our parts. It hadn’t been this.

Grasping the globes of my ass, he pulled me closer and pushed himself to the hilt, the sensation so good that I almost came again just from that. I had no idea sex could be like this outside of the pages of romance novels. “Harder. Don’t hold back,” I begged. I wanted him to fuck me until I broke. Like he meant it. Like he wasn’t going to say goodbye.

He gazed down at me with his eyes burning, then leaned down and withdrew slowly, excruciatingly his breath hissing. “Oh, goddamn. I’ll make it up to you; I swear, malysh.” Then he slammed into me, angling his pelvis so hard into my clit that I could feel his bones mashing into mine, his breath against my throat as he heaved over me, and the world exploded, and I felt him emptying into me.

Dimitri leaned off me after a few moments. “Shit, did I hurt you?” The look of concern in his eyes made me laugh.

“No, Dima. That was …” I searched for the words. “Earth-shattering and just what I wanted, truly. Stay just like this. Inside me.” I liked the feeling of his semi-hard cock inside me. If we could always stay like this, I wouldn’t object. I wiggled, and he grinned.

“Look at you, dirty girl. Filled the brim and looking for more,” he smirked. “I like you like this. I could oblige. Fill you with my cock all the time.” To my surprise, I could feel him growing hard as he put a hand down and began to play with my clit and rocked against me. The words, the dirty talk, only turned me on more and drew a moan of longing out of me. “You like that? Hmmm,” he groaned and pressed harder. “I’m going to find everything out that you like, every fantasy,” he promised.

Surprisingly, he rolled, so I was on top. Sitting up, I moved my hips, watching him, feeling his cock inside me swell. Already, I was so close to coming again, the sensation rising as I looked at the perfection of him before me and felt the fullness inside me.

“That’s right, baby, ride me the way you like,” he encouraged. “Any way you want. Fuck.” I kept my pace slow and unhurried, grinding at the base of his cock in small strokes, his balls up against my ass. Opening my eyes, I peeked at him. His eyes were locked on my face, his hands clutching me as I rose and fell. His fingers reached my clit and pressed between us, sliding. I was so close, thinking of how wet I was, how sloppy.

“Oh, God.” Then his hand was there, and he was surging upwards, thrusting hard, helping me. Before I knew it, I was back on my back, and Dimitri was pounding into me in steady thrusts until he shuddered again, jets of heat coating my insides. Sweat shone on his brow as he slumped over me.

“I want to stay like this,” I said. How long could a plane circle? His thumb played with one of my nipples. We hadn’t discussed where we were going. I’d just gotten on the plane. He’d gotten in the shower, and I’d changed and fallen asleep. There had been plans in play because our bags were here and the plane was ready, but I trusted Dimitri when he said we were going to the States. The ‘after’ was something I’d have to handle.

“I’d like that, but we must regretfully clean up.” He was a mind-reader. “The plane will be landing soon, malysh, and I know that as much as I’d like you to smell like me when we land, you’ll want to shower first.”

I groaned as he rolled away, not only because of the sensation of his cock leaving my body but because I didn’t want it to end. “Can we both fit in that fancy shower?” I asked to cover the awkwardness.

“Sadly, no. You go first.” He smiled at me gently. “We have about forty minutes left, so we’ll have to hurry. San Diego isn’t far, and then a quick car ride to Santee,” he winked at me as my eyes widened. We were going to Santee?

I squealed and threw my arms around him. “Home to Olive, oh my god. Dima.” Kissing him with feeling was easy. I poured all my gratitude and joy into it. “Thank you.”

“No need, malysh. Hurry now.” Giving me a swat, he hustled me towards the small airplane shower.

The shower was very basic, but I got in a quick rinse. I didn’t bother washing my hair since it would have taken forever to dry, but cleaning up before seeing my daughter was nice. Hopping out, I turned it over to Dimitri so that I could get dressed and put a little makeup on. I was coming apart at the seams. I was so excited.

The morning sun was beginning to rise as the plane descended into San Diego, the horizon painted in soft hues of gold. The city below came into view, and I felt a mix of anxiety and excitement bubbling up inside me. We were almost home.

Luka had thankfully been asleep when we’d exited the main cabin. I’d been two shades of embarrassed after realizing that all the noise we’d made had probably been heard by not only Luka but the cabin crew. I was coming to realize, though, that life was short, and I didn’t want to waste it.

These experiences only proved that my circumstances could be altered radically in the blink of an eye. I could still be stuck in Colombia in a horrible situation if it weren’t for Dimitri.

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