All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,19

much longer than my thinner ones. His arm and shoulders bracket my head—I can sense their weight depressing the bed. But all that flies out of my head when he lowers his hips until they meet mine.

Slowly he moves over me, dragging his cock against my swollen folds. I have to remind myself to swallow and breathe. He’s really, really large—a fact I somehow glanced over when I tried to blow him.

“Gwen,” he murmurs. “My Gwen.”

His. I like that. I widen my legs and tilt my hips to meet him. “Please, Dimitri.”

“Are you sure, babygirl?” He sounds lost.

“I’m sure. We’re meant to be.”

He reaches down and plays with my folds, finding my clit and rubbing the itchy spot alongside it with the rough pad of his thumb.

I squirm. “Please, Dimitri, I need you.”

But he ignores me. He slides down and eats me again, making me climax on his tongue. Then, while I’m shuddering, he glides over me. “I’m free of STDs and incapable of having children,” he tells me. “But if you want me to wear a condom, I will.”

“You’re sure? Totally incapable?” I don’t know why that makes me sad.

He nods. His cock is already at my entrance.

“No, it’s all right.” Aurelia would say I’m too trusting, but I believe Dimitri.

He nudges his way in.

It hurts. It burns. But like with the butt plug, my body soon stretches. I squirm and moan while he stills over me, letting me adjust.

“You’re beautiful, babygirl.”

“So are you.”

His lips twitch, amusement dancing over his face. I keep my eyes glued to his as my body starts to relax. Need grows louder than the discomfort and I roll my hips up to meet his, taking him a little deeper. I drag my lower lip between my teeth and moan.

“That’s it, babygirl. Take my cock. Do you like how it feels?”

“Y-yes,” I warble. Because I do like it, but I’m also a little afraid of it. That the pain might return.

As if he read my mind, he says, “It only gets better from here, beautiful. It only hurts the first time.”

He eases out—just a smidge—then pushes back in.

Ooh. Heaven. Still twinges of stretching and pain, but also, the thrust was so dang satisfying.

“Again,” I request.

His smile is indulgent. “I’ll let you make the demands this one time, little one. Only because I need you to show me what you’re ready for.”

“I’m ready for more,” I assure him, rolling my hips again.

He arches an elegant brow. “More like this?” He withdraws further this time—so much that I fear he’ll pull out, and my hips chase his—but at the last moment, he reverses, pushing back in, all the way to the hilt.

“Mmm.” I moan my appreciation. The feeling is delicious. “Again, please? Sir?”

“You like that?” He repeats the motion, just as slowly, bringing just as much satisfaction.

“I love that,” I affirm.

He increases the speed and I tighten my knees around his hips, my body a live wire drawing more and more current.

“Mmm.” This time, my vocalization has little more desperation to it. A pleading quality.

Dimitri changes his rhythm, taking shorter, punctuated strokes, slapping against my ass and legs each time.

“Ohh!” I exclaim, my mouth opening to the shape of the syllable, eyes widening. Like so many things Dimitri has taught me, I didn’t know how much pleasure could come from such simple but varied acts.

“Are you okay, babygirl?”

I bob my head. “I’m okay,” I pant. More than okay. I’m fantastic. “Please, Dimitri.”

He leans on one hand beside my head, brushing my hair back from my face with the other. “Please, what, my lovely Gwen?”

Um… I don’t know. All I know is that I need something. Need more. “More, please.”

His smile widens, and he pumps harder. My body skids up the bed, but he catches my shoulder to brace me. “Like this?”

I arch my breasts to the ceiling. “Yes!” I moan. “Please!”

“You sweet, beautiful thing. How can you be so trusting? So open? I love the way you give yourself to me.”

He loves to watch me give myself to him. Those words fill me with warmth.

“I love to give myself…”

For a moment, his eyes cloud, like he’s about to tell me why I shouldn’t, but then he shakes his head and closes his eyes.

“—to you,” I clarify, in case there was any doubt. “Only to you.”

His eyes snap open and lock onto mine. There is a ferocity to him; that cool, manicured persona has cracked slightly, and I see real emotion beneath. He pounds into me, hard.

It hurts,