Page 30 of Dimitri
Tracing a finger over the edge of material, he felt a quickening at the heaving of her breasts. With surprising ease, he flicked at the clasp. Sliding the shoulders off, he cupped the flesh in his palms.
"They fit perfectly."
She moved restlessly, suddenly feeling the shyness washing over her. He was devouring her with his eyes.
"Your skin." He bent his head to trail kisses over the curve of her flesh and made her shiver.
"You taste like silk." His accent had thickened. "And dark honey." His lips hovered over the nipple, and she held her breath as she waited.
Her body arched in anticipation as his lips drew closer. A gasp escaped her lips when he circled the rigid flesh with his tongue. He wanted to feast and never stop. She tasted like rich dark honey, addictive and empowering. Once with her would never be enough. A million nights with her would be too short.
Tugging the nipple into his mouth, he suckled ferociously, until they were both writhing from the onslaught. He feasted; she exploded.
Laying her back, he switched to the other nipple and would have been content to stay there for eternity. But there were other needs. The painful brush of his swollen flesh against the material of his trousers reminded him that it was close to breaking point for him.
Rising shakily, he practically ripped off his clothes and thanked God that he had removed his boots earlier.
His mind was so foggy, his vision blurry, it took him a while to notice that she had gone very still as she stared at him. Lowering himself next to her, he recognized trepidation when he saw it.
"I won't hurt you." He promised. It then hit him solidly that she was so petite and might be small in other places as well. That perhaps he would end up hurting her without meaning to.
"I promise." Turning her to face him, he lowered his head and tasted her already swollen lips. Determined to put her at ease, he passed his hands over her back in a soothing gesture as he unraveled her mind and senses with deep kisses that turned her into melting flames.
When he felt her relaxing, he moved on top of her, lowering himself by degrees until his body covered hers.
Allison felt a jolt of electricity as the throbbing length of his arousal settled between her thighs. Her eyes flew open to meet his as he continued to destroy her senses, with the touch of his lips. Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached between them to cup her. With just the touch of his fingers, he sent her exploding over the edge.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into flesh as the climax slammed into her with a force that had her calling out his name.
The raw passion was more than he could stand. With a feral growl, he abandoned all illusions of gentleness. Gripping her hips, fingers tight and digging into her flesh, he lifted her to meet his thrusts as he drove into her.
Her eyes widened, body arched as he went deep.
Her tightness gave him pause. He was on the brink of exploding and all he could do was keep his body taut for a second as he gave her time to adjust to his size. But he could not wait any longer. Bracing his back, he plunged, a harsh groan exploding from his throat. He was not going to last; he knew at the back of his mind that he would not last.
Bending his head, he seized her lips in time to capture her sobs. And brought them both over the edge.
The climax was powerful and draining and took everything from him. His body shuddered as he plunged into her over and over again and emptied himself inside her.
He just had enough strength to shift his weight so he would not crush her. Sliding his hand around her waist, he brought her against his chest, his body still shuddering.
Allison curled her fingers against the dampness of his chest hairs, her eyes closed, her mind a blur.
She would examine her feelings later when she was alone. But for now, she was content to be with him like this. His heart was pounding, the sound strangely soothing against her cheek. His long, lean body with its powerful muscles felt right against hers. She had suspected he was beautiful, but her breath had stopped for a second as she stared at the magnificent body.
He was tanned all over, the crisp dark hairs on a chest that looked too good to be real. And he made her feel something she had never felt before. She shied away from making comparisons to the man she had loved for so long.
She would not think of him. Or she was going to start feeling guilty. Instead, she would concentrate on the frissons of delight still shimmering through her body.
The gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her fingertips anchored Allison in the present moment, making the world outside seem impossibly far away. She allowed herself to savor the intimacy and the safety of his embrace, feeling as though every worry had been swept away. Wrapped in his warmth, her breath slowly grew steady, and a soft smile touched her lips as she listened to the quiet rhythm of their hearts beating together.
For the first time in his life, he was at a loss for words. He could not find anything appropriate to say. "That was amazing" seemed too tame and lackluster. The feel of her slender body against his felt so right, he never wanted it to end.
"So, you break into houses."
Her voice murmuring against his chest did the trick of loosening the tight knot in the pit of his stomach and had him chuckling.
"Not as a general practice, no."
