“I do.”
And he slammed his hips up into her, sheathing himself inside her to the hilt. He pressed her down to meet him as his hips fell back to the bed and Dora’s world was just light and noise and feeling. He held her so tight she couldn’t move on her own. Couldn’t find her own rhythm. But she didn’t need to. Because his rhythm was utterly perfect, consuming, overwhelming. He was touching her everywhere, she realized, as one thumb circled her nipple. The other thumb dipped between her lips, pressing into her mouth in the same rhythm as his cock in her pussy.
Dora’s muscles failed. She fell forward on his chest and all she could do was take and take. Her breasts smashed against his chest as his hands came around her. Gripping her so tight she could feel them melting into one another. Her body tightened unrecognizably. She never came this way. Just from having a man inside her. She’d long ago accepted that she was a complicated woman who needed either a very creative man, or some time on her own to get there. But apparently her body hadn’t gotten that memo. And neither had Danil’s cock. Because he slammed it into her over and over and Dora found herself racing through a thunderstorm. Her body electric, vibrating, storming and exploding.
She cried out as she never had before. Her body one solid, straining, glossy animal against his. If she hadn’t been screaming in pleasure, she couldn’t have said whether or not she was even breathing. He slammed their mouths together and swallowed the last of her moans. Giving her just a moment to catch her breath before he was stiffening against her. He groaned into her, his golden brown eyes open and consuming as he emptied and emptied.
Dora collapsed against Danil’s chest, almost too weak to tremble. But not quite. Her hands were shaking. And so was her chest as she dragged in air.
She tried desperately to think of something to say. Anything. But she didn’t get the chance. Because he was pulling out of her and dragging her up his body. Before she could even blink, he’d planted her on his face, his mouth devouring her pussy like she’d never experienced. She’d fully expected this encounter to be over with, you know, the twin orgasms. But apparently not.
Dora fell partially forward, gripping the headboard for dear life as he tore another orgasm out of her with his devilish mouth. Jesus, this guy must chew a lot of gum or something. His mouth was inhuman. But she didn’t have time to think about it as her next orgasm buzzed through her like white lighting, almost as strong as the first one.
Then she really did fall forward. Partially landing on his face and partially just lying flat out on the bed. Dora dragged in breath like she’d just run a marathon and it was all she could do to tilt her head to one side so she wouldn’t suffocate in his pillow. A pillow that smelled just like him. Pine trees and morning air.
And then he was tearing another condom open and Dora’s eyes flung open. He couldn’t be serious? He couldn’t possibly have recovered that fast. But, sure enough, Dora peeked down to stare a raging erection in the eye. Wow.
Her mouth watered as he sheathed himself but then he was gripping her by the hips, dragging her up to all fours.
He aligned himself behind her and pressed himself into her, slowly but inescapably, until the front of him was flush against her ass. He fell forward over her, his hands landing on either side of hers as he rutted her like an animal. Dora was shoved forward with every powerful thrust and they moved further up the bed with each one. Finally, when there was nowhere else to go, he reared back up, keeping her pressed against him, so that she was basically sitting in his lap, her back to his front. He kept up the thrusts, anchoring her hands to the headboard underneath his.
She moaned, incapable of holding it back at this point. Incapable of anything but receiving him. Taking and taking. His teeth came to her ear. Down to her neck and back to her ear.
“You smell of oranges. You always smell of oranges,” he growled before he stiffened, one hand dropping to her clit. He was pulsing, growing larger inside her as he furiously circled her stiff bud and Dora felt herself explode off into the atmosphere again. This one stronger than the first two combined. She saw nothing. Barely even existed. She forgot her own name.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They fell away from one another as the last trembles of their pleasure rolled through them. They naturally rolled to opposite sides of the bed, like they were tuning forks that couldn’t stand to be touched another second in that state.
They turned to stare at one another in unison.
It was a testament to how truly gorgeous her body was that it had taken Danil this long to really see how blue her eyes were. They were like the polar ice caps seen from the sky. The taunting, deep blue that pretended to simply be light.