Page 90 of Always Yours

I kiss her then, on her chin, and take her by the back of the knee. I meet her gaze and swallow the lump in my throat. “It might sting.”

“I know.”

Does she, though? “Tell me if you can’t handle it or you need me to stop.”

“Okay,” she agrees.

My hand shakes as I grasp my throbbing cock, and I pause once more. “I’m clean. I actually just had a—”

“Dimitri, please.”

Her words shatter me. She trusts me, completely, and that does something to me. Something I don’t understand. I guide myself into her, and fuck, she’s tight. I want to ram into her, but I resist, slowly thrusting into her with care. Her breath stutters, her eyes widen, and when she bites down on her lip, I kiss her where she bites. My breath is coming out in whooshes, and my body is shaking as I gaze into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She only nods as I take her hip in my hand. I squeeze it as I glide out of her and then back in, going so slow, I’m about to lose my fucking mind, but I know I have to. I have to take care of her and not lose control like I want. She deserves the very best, and I’m going to give it to her. If I last. Because, fuck me stupid, she’s tight and she is pulsating around my cock, making me wild with hunger for her.

I press my forehead into hers when she lets go of her bottom lip with her teeth. I run my tongue along her swollen lip, hoping to soothe her as I continue to move in and out of her. I watch her, though it makes me crazy to, as the pain subsides and pleasure fills her features. She arches into me, her eyes falling shut as the most beautiful sounds come from her lips. I close my eyes, leaning into her as I thrust in and out of her, my calves burning and my body shaking from the excitement of all this.

My fingers bite into her flesh as I continue to move inside her, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to where the edge waits for me to fall over. I feel her squeeze me, her breath catching before she cries my name, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. A chill runs up my back, and my balls pull up so tight, I think I might pass out. And that does me in. Everything explodes—my cock, my heart, my mind—as my release rockets through my body. Her pussy squeezes me in the most delicious way, and I almost collapse in exhaustion. I could blame it all on the endless laps I did, but I know the truth.

It’s her. Only her.

I press my lips against her burning ones, and when her fingers dance along my jaw, I squeeze her hip. “Are you okay?” I somehow ask, though my voice sounds raspy as all hell.

She nods, her lips and nose moving along mine. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Okay. Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she whispers, but as I remove myself, I see her wince a bit.

Blood is spotted on her thighs and along my cock. I feel like trash, even though I knew it could happen. “I made you bleed.”

She doesn’t look concerned. “Dimitri, I’m fine.”

I give her a dubious smile. “Don’t get mad, but are you sure?” I ask calmly, because I don’t think I’m okay. I don’t know why, but those dots of blood have my heart pounding and my jaw clenching. It doesn’t make sense. I have taken a few virginities, and never have I been as affected as I am now. “Did I go too hard?”

She scoffs. “Not at all. You were completely in control.”

“Barely,” I admit, and her lips curve at one side as she runs her fingers along my jaw.

“I promise, Dimitri. I’m well,” she whispers in Russian, and again, my heart clenches. My name with her accent has me tight everywhere and wanting more of her. But I know I have to take this slow. She’s fucking bleeding, for fuck’s sake. I take her hand in mine, kissing her palm then the back of her hand, before bringing her arms around my neck. I lift her body into mine and start moving us backward toward the showerhead.

“I want to clean you,” I whisper against her cheek.

“I’ve never had someone clean me.”

“I’ve never wanted to clean anyone,” I admit, and that satisfies her. I ignore it so I don’t take her once more and turn the knob to release a steady stream of water from the top of the shower. I hold her close to me as the water warms up, steam rising and filling the space.

“I thought the locker rooms had a communal shower,” she says, and I nod.

“This is a private stall. It’s actually for coaches, but I’ve been using it when I work out on my own.”

She cuddles into my chest. “Well, it was perfect for what we needed.”

“It was,” I say, caressing her cheek and running my thumb along her swollen lips. “Listen, I know by now I’m annoying as fuck, but are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t break anything or stab your lung or anything, right?”

She rolls her eyes. “You are so full of yourself.”

“I’m just saying,” I say, fighting back a grin. “I have a rather large cock—”

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