But that was the past. In the wonderful present his zaika moya was finally in his arms again.
Reaching around her waist, he caressed the swollen curve of her mound and delighted in the silky arousal coating the lips of her sex. He wanted to ask her if anyone had touched her body while they were apart, but now was not the time. While it made him a selfish bastard, he really hoped she hadn’t been with anyone else. Just the thought of her kissing Gears made every territorial, protective instinct in him roar to the surface.
Thrusting two fingers into her heat he found her deliciously wet and so fucking tight. She arched into his touch and let out a soft moan that wrapped around soul. This was his woman and he would never let her go.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her tight sheath, his dick throbbing with his need to get inside of her. “You like?”
“I love.”
Before he met Rya he couldn’t imagine smiling during sex. She made not only his body feel good, but his mind as well. Moving back the slightest bit he placed a kiss on each of the diamond subdermal implants in the dimples above her round ass. Those little twinkling gems were so incredibly sexy, and he rubbed them gently with his thumbs before lining up his cock with her opening. The mouth of her pussy contracted against him like her cunt was trying to draw him in.
With the first push into her he threw his head back as white hot pleasure sizzled along his spine. Her wet, velvet heat gripped his cock and he groaned at how tight she was. Her pussy resisted Dimitri, and he braced his feet as he entered her. Using one arm to hold himself above her, he reached around to play with her breasts while he continued to push into her until he was all the way in and Rya was whispering his name. Staying like that, he toyed with her nipples while trying to get control of himself. She was injured so he had to be careful when all he wanted to do was pound into her.
That became nearly impossible when she began to shift beneath him as much as she could, rubbing her ass against him while her pussy sucked at his cock.
“Please, Master, please.”
She sounded so sweet when she begged, so he began to move, sliding in and out of her slick cunt, the scent of her arousal filling his nose.
“Play with your clit, little Rya. Give me your pleasure. I want it all. Come for me.”
She reached beneath herself and shuddered, the vibrations teasing his cock while he adjusted his angle. It only took a few more thrusts before she climaxed beneath him, her cries filling him with pride that he’d given his girl such enjoyment. He was sure her pussy was made just for him because he soon had her building to another orgasm, her body tightening around him while he fucked her harder now. Pushing all the way up, he gripped her hips and looked at his mark on her back, the evidence of his possession an aphrodisiac all its own. Anyone who looked at her would know she belonged to him, and he growled out his pleasure.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” she moaned, throwing her hips back into him. “Volk moy.”
He loved it when she spoke Russian to him and rewarded her by reaching around her hip to meet her fingers as they caressed her clit. Every stroke was a battle with his need to orgasm and the desire to give her another release before he let go. They rubbed her slippery little clit together and she went up on her tip toes, grinding her cunt into his thrusts with shameless abandon. He loved how she sought her pleasure, how she didn’t hold back or hesitate to give as well as she received. The lovely dip of her waist, the round curve of her ass, her abundance of dark hair and the beautiful gold of her skin all seduced him further into her thrall.
As much as he owned her, she owned him as well.
Pumping into her hard enough that his balls slapped against her clit where her fingers still rubbed he tried to freeze this moment into his mind, to capture forever what had to be one of the most perfect times of his life. Words of devotion tumbled from his lips in Russian as he confessed his love for her, his fear of losing her, and how he could never let her go, how he wanted her to be his wife, to tie her to him for all of eternity.
With a sharp cry she came again, shouting his name while her pussy rippled around him. Finally letting go, he fucked her savagely, his body dictating his moves while his mind melted away to nothing but bliss. The orgasm ripped through him, making every muscle in his body tense while he roared out his pleasure, his eyes tightly shut and his body jerking against hers. His Rya, his woman, his love.
He collapsed on her and she let out a pained yelp. He immediately rolled over to his side with a curse. “Did I hurt you?”
“Just my ribs,” she panted, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. “Fuck. I thought you couldn’t possibly be as good as I remembered, but you’re better.”