Without another word he moved so his back was against the weathered wood headboard of the bed and hauled her onto his lap so she straddled him. He wrapped her hair around his fist, holding her captive while lifting her around the waist with his other arm until his cock was poised at her entrance. In stark contrast to the violence of his earlier movements, he gently lowered her onto his shaft, the plug inside of her rubbing the membrane separating her anus and cunt, making her feel deliciously full.
In spite of her fear, or maybe because of it, the sensation of his dick pressing through her aching pussy had Rya hovering on the edge of orgasm. He must have sensed it because he jerked her head down so he could lick her ear as he said, “Come whenever you want, zaika moya.”
Hearing his pet name for her helped her relax and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close as she began to rise up and down on his shaft, arching her hips for maximum penetration. He was so hard, so thick, and her sex burned slightly from the invasion after his earlier hard fuck. She tried to move faster, but his superior strength kept her pace excruciatingly slow and steady.
His scent filled her and she licked at his throat, loving how he said something in Russian that sounded very sexy. Moving a little faster, he released her hair and slipped a hand between them, giving her belly a squeeze that made his cock jump inside of her before pressing his thumb to her clit. She went off like a rocket, shuddering as he continued to fuck her through the press and release of her orgasm, to fill her with him.
His grip gentled and their movements turned into a perfect give and take, moving together as one, chasing their pleasure. He pulled her back by her hair and made her look into his eyes while he fucked her. The tenderness and desperate need she saw in his gaze, mirrored her own. She tried to give him everything with her eyes, to open the window of her soul to him. An almost pained look tightened his face and he brought her mouth to his in a desperate kiss that was all bruising lips and thrusting tongue, matching the intensity of his movements inside of her.
Sweat slicked them both and she tightened on him, her body tensing in anticipation of a pleasure she was sure would change her forever. She felt so fucking good already, how could it possibly top the raw joy of having Dimitri inside of her, of tasting him, of holding him close while he filled her? His muscles turned to rock beneath her hands and she keened into his mouth as her climax rolled through her. Jerking his lips from hers, he bit her neck hard enough that she wondered if he’d broken skin, then he began to shudder as his release merged with hers.
She felt so close to him in this moment, as if they shared the same heart, the same body, the same air, like there was nothing between them. Reveling in this amazing sense of completion she clung to him as her body slowly relaxed, sinking into him and nuzzling his chest, enjoying the feel of his body hair against her skin. Their breathing eventually slowed, but Dimitri made no move to release her, instead, continuing to hold her and pet her.
Eventually, her legs began to stiffen up and all the stress she’d put her body through started to make itself known as her endorphins wore off. Dimitri must have sensed it because he gently moved her off of his semi-hard cock, laying her down with such care that it made her whole body tingle with pleasure. He disposed of the condom, then removed the plug. She hissed in pain as it came out and he made soft, hushing noises.
He picked her up in his arms and she snuggled close while he walked across the room with her, making her feel completely safe and cared for. The cool air made goosebumps rise on her still damp skin and she looked away from Dimitri’s chest. She gave a small gasp of surprise at the sight of their private deck. She took in the padded wicker furniture, the high walls on either side that kept out prying eyes, and the small infinity pool; she didn’t notice the hot tub until Dimitri set her down into the water.
If she had any tension left it disappeared the moment the delicious water surrounded her because she couldn’t move a single muscle. Dimitri joined her a moment later and pulled her onto his lap so her back was on his chest with his long legs beneath hers. She let out a long sigh and Dimitri chuckled.
“You feel good, little Rya?”
“Mmmm…” she stroked his arms holding her and watched the last of the sunset over the impressive sandstone cliffs. “This is perfect.”
“I am glad you are pleased.”
His voice was rough with emotion and she snuggled closer, if that was even possible, needing to comfort him. “Thank you, Dimitri.”
“Thank you, zaika moya.”
She laughed and looked over her shoulder at him. “For what? You’re the one that made this all happen.”