He rubbed his thumb over the black ink that flowed from her hips to the middle of her back, then followed it to where it ended near her tailbone. “Delicate and sweet, like you. What are these sparkles here and here? Diamonds in your skin?”
She giggled as his thumbs caressed the dimples on her lower back right before her butt. “Those are subdermal implants. Like…ummm…jewels secured beneath the skin.”
“They are sexiest thing I’ve seen. Oh little Rya, the things I am going to do to you.”
Whatever response she might have had died in her throat when he leaned forward and brushed his lips over her tattoo, then traced the pattern with his tongue. She would have stumbled but his firm grip kept her steady. The brush of his beard felt nice against her skin, much softer than she imagined and sort of tickly. Though the last thing she felt like doing right now was laughing.
She was hyperaware of every move he made, how his hands felt so rough against her and how his grip tightened as he began to kiss his way over her right butt cheek, then her left. He paused and his breath warmed her skin a moment before he placed a hard bite on her bottom. The pain zinged through her and she yelped, then moaned as he licked the throbbing skin where he’d made his mark. For some reason the idea of a man placing his bite marks on her always turned her on, but when Dimitri did it, her inner thighs grew slick from her arousal.
“Turn around,” he said in a low, rough voice that made her want to throw herself on him and beg him to fuck her.
She turned, but he kept his hand lightly on her hips so he never stopped touching her. When she faced him she sucked in a hard breath at the way he was looking at her. He knelt and because of their size difference his face was level with her breasts and he was staring at them like he wanted to devour her. She had to admit, she had more than a handful with her double D cup size, and she was used to men enjoying them, but the way Dimitri growled at her made her want his lips on her—now.
Her first instinct was to press her chest to his face, but she remained still. Her body was his to play with; he would let her know what he wanted her to do. The thought was exhilarating and she shivered as he gently rubbed his lips over first her left nipple, then her right. A hard throb started between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together to try to relive the ache.
Licking her lips, she struggled to remain coherent enough to remember how to please him, how to act. Silly as it was, she wanted to impress this man who impressed the hell out of her. She wanted to leave him with wonderful memories to take back to his lonely life. While some people might think he was spinning tales full of bullshit, no one could fake the loneliness she saw in his eyes, a desperation for someone to touch him like he mattered. If someone asked her what the worst thing in the world was, she would say dying alone, and living alone came in a close second.
So, when he looked up at her, she tried to put into her gaze all the warmth she wanted him to feel, to give him what he needed. For Rya, that need to comfort others, to take care of them, to love them was part of what made up her submissive soul. She never felt as alive and complete as when she was making someone else feel good. The flare of heat in Dimitri’s eyes followed by his slow smile had her reaching out and running her fingers through his hair, loving the hints of red in all that dark brown.
He sat back on his heels, his gaze going from her lips to her breasts and finally down to her sex. The gruff, almost purring sound he made as he stroked the curls she kept over her pussy made her breath catch. He stroked one finger over that little patch of hair like he was petting a cat.
“Soft, like bunny fur,” he said with a slight smile. “Part your legs, zaika moya, let me see my cunt.”
Biting her lower lip, she widened her stance and tried not to blush at his blatant appraisal, wondering if he liked pussies with full outer lips and tiny inner ones. An ex-boyfriend had once told her that her pussy looked like a peach. While she wasn’t sure exactly how that worked, she tried to keep that lovely thought in mind. Growing up with the sons of bikers she’d heard more than her fair share of teenage boys talking about women’s bodies in not-so-flattering terms, describing women’s pussies as things like meat curtains and camel toes. They hadn’t known she was listening to them, but her young mind had absorbed all those mean remarks, and it had taken her a long time to get used to the idea that her sex wasn’t ugly.
Still, it was always an act of courage to expose herself to a man for the first time. As he stroked lower, caressing her waxed labia, she couldn’t help the stupid litany of self-doubt. With women it was easier because, well, they had the same parts and Rya found the endless variety beautiful. More than that, it gave her a great deal of pleasure to make a woman feel beautiful, to let her know that her pussy, no matter what it looked like, was gorgeous. It always surprised Rya how many women seemed stunned at her open admiration. She loved it when she could see the shift in their expression from apprehension to near-wonder as Rya worshiped them with her tongue.