The Healing Touch - Apryl Baker Page 0,59

inside you, don’t fucking move. Understand?”

She nodded.

“Words, Rebecca, I want the words.”

“I understand.” She didn’t recognize the whine in her voice, the raspy sound that left her when he picked up both legs and pushed them backward toward her chest, spreading them wide.

“Hold your legs. Don’t let them move unless I move them.”

She obeyed instantly and sucked in a breath when he kissed the backs of her legs. This was too much, the sensations too intense.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes moved to him. He smiled. “I want to see those eyes when I taste you, Becca. Don’t close them.” His finger slipped between her folds, spreading the moisture. “So wet, Krasivaya. I know you’re not a virgin. You said as much when you admitted to using a vibrator, but have you ever had a man inside you before?”

She nodded. “I grew up around a motorcycle club, D. You don’t do that and not have sex.”

He growled, the lust in his face growing. “How long has it been, Becca?”

“I was eighteen the last time I had sex.”

She was going to be so tight. He’d have to be more careful than he’d originally thought. Vibrators were not equipped to prepare her for him. Fuck, but it would feel good. His dick jumped in agreement, and he beat the fucker back. He wouldn’t get to taste her tonight.

“You are never ever going to use a toy again, unless I tell you to. Do you understand me?”

“I…”

“The only person or thing to give you pleasure is going to be me, Rebecca Joyce. You belong to me, and that means your pleasure belongs to me too.”

He didn’t want to scare her, but she needed to understand a few things. This was who he was, and he wanted her to accept him. To accept what only he could give her.

“Dimitri…I…” He saw the uncertainty in her eyes, saw the naked desire to trust him, to believe what she was seeing, but the fear beat back the hope in her expression.

“Shh…” He leaned forward and licked her from her opening all the way to her clit, stopping to suckle it. “Trust me, sweetheart. Trust me to take care of you.”

A low keening sound left her when he began to tease her swollen clit, his tongue swiping over it before he pulled it with his teeth. She was so close. God, the taste of her. He lapped at the juices leaking from her, humming in contentment. He could just sit here and taste her. Her scent surrounded him, and he slipped two fingers inside her.

She cried out and clamped around his fingers so hard, he couldn’t move them for a minute. Her eyes were glued to his, the sleepy look full of need, her expression pained, her breasts heaving. Slowly, he twisted his fingers inside her, forcing them deeper, his fingertips rubbing the swollen flesh.

“There’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out, careful not to hurt her, and sucked them into his mouth, eyes closing. He stood and leaned over her. “Taste yourself, Krasivaya.” He kissed her, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth, and she twisted, trying to get as close as she could to him.

He slapped her ass hard enough to sting. “Don’t move.”

She whimpered, her breathing labored, and he smiled. “Good girl.” He stood back and looked at her, basically immobile and so close to the edge, all he’d have to do is one quick, hard thrust of his fingers, but he liked seeing her like this, so close and dependent upon him for her release.

He ignored the burn in his legs that announced he’d soon have to sit. He could deal with the pain, even enjoyed it a little. He didn’t move, only gyrated his hips into her, and she gasped, the rasp long and loud.

“Please, Dimitri…” She bit her lip when the seam of his shorts lined up with her clit. “Oh, God, please…” Her legs shook, the muscles so tight, Dimitri knew she could come at any minute.

“Tell me, baby, what do you need? Just tell me.”

“I…” She tried to move, but he gripped her hips, holding her still while he gently slid his hips up and down, the seam of his shorts torturing not only her, but his abused cock. It ached with a hurt so intense, his eyes almost rolled back in his head.

“Tell me,” he barked out, his voice harsher. Fuck, she needed to say it soon, or he was going to come in his jeans without her.

“Make me come, Dimitri…please.”

Her