Page 74 of Bloody Lace

Like he might not want to let me go.

In this moment, it doesn’t frighten me as much as it should.

He groans against my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine, and I reach up without meaning to, grabbing the front of his sweater. I should push him away, but instead I pull him closer, moaning his name against his mouth as his teeth graze against my lower lip, his body heaving against mine as he pins me back against the counter. I feel my shoulder knock against my purse, sending it spilling to the floor, and that jolts something hot and needy inside of me, as if knocking things over as Dimitri kisses me is something primal, a sign of the desperate lust that neither of us can hold back any longer.

“Dimitri—” I start to say his name again, but it’s swallowed up in the kiss, his groan covering up any other sound as he presses against me, the hard length of his cock grinding into my thigh. My entire body tightens at the feeling of it, the knowledge of how it would feelinsideof me, an ache sweeping through me as my back arches and my fingers curl into his sweater, pulling him closer.

His hands are all over me, under my shirt, at the button of my jeans, hastily undoing it as if he can’t get me undressed fast enough. I know I should stop him, that I should protest, but his hand is slipping inside of my panties, his fingers stroking over my slick clit, and I hadn’t realized just how wet I already was until his fingers slide between my folds.

“Fuck,” Dimitri moans against my mouth. “I want to taste you. I want—” His hand jerks free, both hands grabbing at the waist of my jeans and shoving them down before a single word can come out of my mouth, and then they’re on my hips, lifting me onto the counter as he tosses my jeans to the floor, shoving my thighs apart with one hand and yanking my panties to the side with the other as his mouth crashes between my legs.

The sensation is instantaneous, overwhelming, and I clap a hand over my mouth as I cry out. Dimitri lets go of my thigh just long enough to reach up and grab my wrist, yanking my handaway. He rolls his eyes upwards, moving his mouth away from where he’s lapping at my clit, and the growl in his voice sends a fresh wave of lust over me.

“I want to hear every single sound you make,l’vitsa.”

I know, in that moment, that there’s no stopping this. That there’s no stopping what’s happening between us, that it began that night he came here and offered his help—maybe even before that, when we met for the first time—and that it’s coalescing here, tonight. That we won’t be the same after this, and that maybe, just maybe…that’s what I want.

He can’t get me pregnant twice,I think nonsensically, and then Dimitri’s mouth is between my thighs again, and every thought flies out of my head.

Nothing has ever felt as good as his tongue against my clit, stroking, fluttering, lapping and then making tight circles, until my thighs tremble and shake from the pleasure. His strong hands push them apart, fingers sinking into my flesh, his groans as he licks me telling me that this is getting him off, too. That the taste of me turns him on, and that only drives my arousal higher, because he’s the first man who has ever done this who acts like helikesit. Like he wants to be between my legs as often as possible, licking me to orgasm after orgasm, like this is as pleasurable for him as it is for me.

I could let him do it forever, and never get tired of it.

I reach down, threading my fingers through his hair, and the way Dimitri moans as my fingers graze against his scalp makes me whimper with pleasure, my hips arching into his mouth. I’m close, I can feel it, and a part of me almost doesn’t want to come yet. I want to draw it out, to feel this for as long as possible, because every time is supposed to be the last.

What if it didn’t have to be?

What if he could just be mine?

The thought frightens me and turns me on all at once, and I feel that beginning throb of pleasure, that tight coil unwinding in my stomach as Dimitri’s lips tighten around my clit, sucking hard as his tongue flutters in quick, rapid strokes. My mouth drops open on a cry, my head falling back and my nails digging into his scalp as the climax hits me, crashing over me in a tidal wave of pleasure as Dimitri doesn’t let up for even a second. His hands on my thighs hold me pinned to the counter, keeping me from sliding off as I writhe and grind against his face, riding his tongue through wave after wave of my orgasm. And then, just when I feel it starting to ebb, he lets go with one hand and thrusts two fingers into me, still sucking hard at my clit.

The second orgasm hits me almost immediately, faster than I thought could be possible. The sound that escapes my lips is almost a scream, and it occurs to me that anyone walking past could see, thatGuscould see, or any of Dimitri’s other men. That someone could hear—but I’m past caring. I’m past caring about anything other than how good this feels, about how I don’t ever want it to stop, the orgasm hitting me in wave after wave that never seems to end as Dimitri thrusts his fingers into me, sucking on my clit in rhythm with every movement.

“Dimitri—” I gasp his name, a ragged, begging sound, and he pulls back just long enough to slide his arm around my waist, carrying me down to the floor with him as his mouth slants over mine.

I can taste myself on his lips, a salty tang that isn’t entirely unpleasant, his tongue thrusting into my mouth before he pulls back as one hand feverishly undoes his jeans. “I need to be inside of you,” he gasps. “Fuck, I need you—Evelyn?—”

I can’t say no. There’s no part of me that can form the word, no part of me that wants to in this moment. It occurs to me, somewhere in the back of my mind, that the fact that I’m not asking him about a condom might clue him in to the fact thatI’m pregnant, but I don’t think I could form the words right now even if I wanted to. My heart is in my throat, desire still pulsing through me despite the two orgasms I’ve already had, and when I feel the thick, swollen head of Dimitri’s cock pushing against me, slick and bare and hot, all I can do is moan with need.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans. “I need?—”

His hips snap forward, and he sinks into me with one long, hot thrust that fills me completely, his cock almost too thick despite how wet I am. He cups my face in his hands as he kisses me again, his hips moving in a sharp, desperate rhythm, thrusting into me again and again. He’s still dressed, and I’m half-dressed too, my sweater still on and my panties pulled to one side. But neither of us can slow down long enough to take anything else off. All I can do is grab at him, my hands sliding under his sweater to sink my fingertips into his back, my hips moving against his as he thrusts relentlessly.

“I’m not going to last long,” he growls against my mouth. “Not when you feel so fucking good,fuck, Evelyn—” He kisses me again, hard, his teeth scraping against my lower lip. “I needed this. I needed you.”

The words wash over me, words I never expected to hear him say, that I don’t know how to feel about now. I don’t know if he means them, if he’s just caught up in the moment, but theysoundsincere. They sound like everything that I didn’t know I wanted to hear until exactly this moment.

Every rock of his hips against mine drives him deeper inside of me, pressing the wet fabric of my panties against my clit, grinding the cotton against my sensitive flesh. The stretch of him inside of me feels too fucking good, the friction driving me close to the edge for a third time, and I tangle my legs around his, moaning his name as I feel myself start to come unraveled.

“Dimitri—fuck, I’m coming?—”

He groans aloud, his hips snapping against mine as I start to come on his cock, my body arching tightly against his. He kisses me hard, buries his face in my neck, his hips thrusting in tight, quick movements as I flutter around him, before he lets out a ragged moan and I feel the heat of his cum as he loses control.

I feel him spurt inside of me, filling me, one hand clutching my hip and the other pressed to the floor next to my head as he moans my name, and for a moment, I never want to come untangled from him. I want to stay just like this, forever. I never want to let him go.

He pulls back, looking down into my eyes, and I see the same expression on his face. Something soft, open, that I’ve never seen there before. He stays that way for a long moment, still inside of me as we catch our breath and I feel his cock twitch, and then he pulls back, letting out a long breath as he gently adjusts my panties and starts to tuck himself away.

“I didn’t mean to—” Dimitri draws in another breath as I start to sit up, looking almost confused. As if he doesn’t know how to say what he wants to. “I wanted to tell you?—”

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