Page 53 of Dancing With Desire

Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open in surprise. “Really?”

I smirk. “Did you doubt me, mykrasota?” I roll onto my back and place my hands behind my head. “I’m offended,” I tease.

She straddles my waist, her sweet spot resting over my cock. “Never. I knew you’d have them eating out the palm of your hand.” My cock grows hard, and she glances down between us, arching a brow. “Would you like some assistance, Sir?”

“It’s been a long day.”

She fidgets, sending a thrill through me. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her against me. “Are you too tired, Sir?” She pouts playfully.

I grin, gripping her hips and spinning her until she’s on her back and I’m prowling over her. “I have the stamina of a lion,” I whisper against her mouth. “I can smell your arousal,” I add, gently biting her lower lip between my teeth. “I need to be inside you.”

“Again?” she quips.

“I could spend every hour of every day inside you, mykrasota, and it still wouldn’t be enough to quench my thirst.” I slide down her body and settle between her legs, swiping my finger through her wet folds. She arches her back from the bed, groaning in pleasure. I place my hand on her abdomen to keep her in position as I swirl my tongue in circles over her swollen clit.

“Watch me, mykrasota.” She pushes up onto her elbows to watch as I taste her pussy. I blow gently on her pussy, and her eyes flutter closed. “Eyes,” I demand, and they shoot open instantly.

My tongue makes quick work to bring her to the edge as I insert two fingers, bending them slightly to reach her sweet spot. It’s minutes before she’s clenching around me. “Fuck,” she cries, shuddering as her orgasm rips through her.

TORI

Iwake tangled in sheets. Opening my eyes, I lean up on my elbows to find the spot beside me empty. I smile, flopping back down, remembering last night and all the ways in which Dmitry made me come, and in turn, how I rode him until he orgasmed.

I stretch out and groan, wondering if he’s gone to see the families again and if I’ll be spending another day alone.

I shower and dress in a bright red bikini. The last couple days in the sun have given me a golden glow, and I admire myself in the mirror. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so comfortable in my own skin, enough to walk around half-naked with confidence. I place my hand over my small bump, feelingthe fluttering of movement again. I can’t wait for the baby to be big enough that Dmitry will feel her kicks.

I head downstairs and pull open the fridge. I forced Marshall to drive me to a supermarket on our way back from dress shopping, and I picked up a variety of fresh fruits for breakfast.

I retrieve them, setting them out on the counter. Selecting some upbeat music on my phone, I connect it to the speakers inside the house, turning up the volume. I take a knife from the drawer and begin slicing into the melon, humming along to Katy Perry and occasionally shaking my backside.

Dmitry takes me by surprise, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I let out a surprised yelp, laughing when he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. “Jesus, don’t do that,” I whisper. “You scared the crap out of me. Where have you been?”

“Running,” he replies, sucking the skin on my neck and gently nipping it between his teeth.

“Dmitry, it must be over thirty-degrees out there. Are you mental?”

His hands run over my backside. “You’re almost naked.”

“And you’re sweaty. Go and take a shower then come and eat some fruit.”

His hands slide up to my bikini top and he cups my breasts. “We could shower together.”

“I showered already.”

His hands go under the cups of the bikini to tease my nipples. I still my hands, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against him. “Oh god, why do you always get your own way?”

“Dmitry?” He releases me immediately, spinning to the sound of the voice while I make sure my bikini is in place.

“Alexandr?” Dmitry replies. “What a surprise.”

“I’ve booked golf for the afternoon.”

I inwardly groan, picking up my knife and chopping louder. “Actually, Alexandr, I have plans already.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dmitry. Anastasia and the rest of the wives will take care of Victoria.” Dmitry feels me tense. “And then we will meet them later for dinner.”

“Okay, give me ten minutes,” says Dmitry, and I sag in annoyance.

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