Her small hands fisted the back of his shirt, then she released him and leaned back, one of her hands going to his bicep and the other stroking his beard.
“Dimitri, I’m going to come, kiss me, please. I need you.”
Looking into her eyes, he slowly leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. When she tried to immediately deepen the kiss, he pulled back and whispered against her lips. “Stay still, malyshka. I control our kiss.”
She moaned and her hand convulsed on his bicep, making him smile before he brushed her lips with his own again. Though she trembled, she followed his command as he slowly and carefully explored her mouth, licking the taste of Katya off of her, struggling with himself to drag out Rya’s pleasure. The need to own her orgasm was too great to resist.
“You will not come until I say. Yes?”
“Oh, please,” she whispered into his mouth, inhaling his air and giving him hers when she exhaled.
“Are you close? Does your cunt ache?” He licked across her mouth again and she whimpered. “I think you are soaking Katya right now with your honey, but she is greedy and licks it up. Maybe she licks your clit, or sucks on it like a little cock. If I had my mouth on your sweet pussy that is what I would do. I would be gentle, then bite.”
She moaned low in her throat, and as her lips parted to make that sexy sound, he slipped his tongue into her hot little mouth. He licked her, learning what aroused her, what drove her higher in her excitement until she sucked on his tongue, making him think about that pretty mouth sucking around his cock. He wrapped her long hair in his fist and tugged her head back, studying her expression, her eyes, and reading her body language to gauge how close she was.
By the strained, almost pained look she was fighting her orgasm with all she had.
That pleased him.
Greatly.
Ignoring her nails digging into his skin, welcoming the pain that helped him control his own desire, he stroked her cheek gently and said, “Come for me, devochka moya.”
Her orgasm was quiet, not the usual screaming and moaning he was accustomed to from his women. But that didn’t make it any less beautiful. In fact, he loved the way her voice sounded like a soft dove’s cry, sweet and gentle, just like the woman in his arms. She shuddered against him, wrapping herself around him as she made those honeyed sounds. He rubbed a soothing hand down her back, enjoying the flex of her body beneath his fingers. While her back was smooth, no shoulder blades or knobs from her spine sticking out through skin stretched over bone, she also had surprisingly good muscle tone. His little Rya was small, but she was strong.
She made a pained sound, the whimper of an overstimulated woman having her tender pussy touched too hard, and he lifted her off of Katya in an easy move that made Rya gasp and cling to him. For a moment he held her close, let her feel his strength, let her know that he was a man capable of carrying her, before giving her a kiss on the forehead and setting her down next to Katya. She looked up at him, dazed, before drawing Katya into her arms and cuddling the other woman close.
He wanted to join them on the bed, but if he did he would not be able to resist pulling his pants down and plunging into Rya’s welcoming heat.
After a few moments Rya sighed, then seemed to collect herself. She gave Katya a gentle kiss, then pushed herself up. It amused him that the glance she gave him was shy and yet flirtatious, a marked difference from the self-possessed woman that he’d seen in the library. He liked that she seemed drawn to him. Without a doubt Rya was his, but he had to tread carefully with her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. Though they had a limited number of hours together, something he didn’t want to think about, he wanted to take his time with Rya.
“Thank you for lending me your room, Dimitri.” She rolled off the bed on the opposite side and stood on unsteady legs for a moment before snapping her fingers. “Katya, come.”
When she began to walk to his door, still clad in only his shirt, he moved to stop her. “Where are you going?”
“I have to take Katya back to her Master.” She gave the petite redhead woman a kiss and Katya beamed at her. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one who was entranced with his little Rya. “Could you please tell her that she pleased me very much?”
He did and Katya smiled at him. “Tell her thank you, and that if she ever would like my service again it would be my honor.”
Speaking Russian, Dimitri asked her, “Was she that good at eating pussy?”
Katya actually shivered before replying, “Oh, yes.”
“Go, get your clothes and collar from the bathroom along with Rya’s things.”
He smirked and turned back to Rya who was watching them curiously. “She said you eat pussy very well and she would be honored to serve you again.”