Moving Target (Target #3)(27)

My hands travel down her back to grip her hips, urging her faster and harder. To slam her hips down on me. “I can take it. Don’t be gentle with me. Ease your pain, your frustrations, and fears with me. Use my body.” I mean every word I say.

“Not using you,” she says, her breaths coming quicker. “This is for both of us.”

“Really?”

She nods.

“In that case…” I reverse our positions so that I’m the one on top. I’m the one moving my hips against hers, thrusting deep and giving orders. She wraps her legs around my waist, her nails clawing at my back, and her teeth nipping at my shoulder.

With each thrust, she moves across the floor, the water easing her path, until I shove my hand against the nearest wall, keeping us in one place while I fuck her.

The base of my spine begins to tingle, and it’s all I can do to hold on until she comes. I slip my free hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing it just the way she likes. Her back arches as she lets out a scream.

My name. I love the sound of it. The way it echoes.

Finally, I let go of my control and pound into her for all I’m worth until my orgasm rushes out of me. At the last second, I pull out of her and come all over her breasts in hot spurts that leave me wrung out.

I slump over her, uncaring of how messy we both are as I cradle her face and kiss her with emotions I’d long since buried. “I will wash you, dushka.”

“In a minute,” she says. “Hold me for a little while longer.”

“Whatever you want, love.”





15





Chloe



Dima and I stay at his island home for a week. He says it’s for him to have time to investigate and to get his cousin to work his magic as well, but I know the real reason.

He’s afraid I’ll snap or break, or maybe try to run away again.

The thing is, while I am afraid, I don’t want to run and I don’t feel like breaking. Maybe it is because of our time here in paradise, or the fact that he distracts me with sex a lot.

Not that I’m complaining.

I think we’ve made love in every room of this house and in the pool. When I admitted that I had birth control shots that lasted six months at a time, he quit using condoms altogether, but he hasn’t stopped pulling out.

He slides into me again, his cock hitting a sensitive spot and making me cry out. “You like that?”

“You know I do.”

We’re outside, in a lounge chair. Dima is on top, and he has my legs thrown over his shoulders while he… distracts me.

Anyone could drive by in a boat and see us.

Anyone could fly over and watch as he makes me come again and again.

“Such perfect tits. Pink nipples like candy.” He drops down a little to suck on each one. “So hot and sweet. But nothing compares to your pussy.”

His eyes close as he moves. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this before. So sexy and into the moment. Maybe our time here has been good for him too.

“This time, I want to come inside of you.” He groans, and I get wetter. “You like that. I felt how much you liked that.”

“You can, you know. You don’t have to pull out.”

“Tempting. So damn tempting.” He pulls out of me, coming all over my stomach and leaving me unsatisfied. A first.

“What about—?”

“Use my sperm to get yourself off,” he orders when he’s done. “I want to watch.”

I run my finger through the white liquid on my skin and paint my clit over and over with it while he gazes at me with hunger in his eyes. I barely start rubbing when he shoves my hand away, sinks two fingers inside of me, and begins to eat me out.

“Oh my—” I can barely breathe. Barely think. Only watch as his blond hair gleams in the sun and rubs against my thighs I can’t believe he’s going down on me after what I did.

His pinky brushes against my ass, finding that tight rosette and stroking me there. I almost buck him off the chair. He smiles, pulls out his fingers, and then runs his pinky through his come before returning to the same spot.

This time, he sinks knuckle deep, lowers his mouth to my clit, and starts sucking. Minutes later, I see stars. I come so hard that I don’t even care he’s replacing his fingers with his cock and he’s fucking me, grinding down on me so that I come again.

He groans my name, coming inside of me. I grip his biceps, holding on for dear life while he rides out the rest of his orgasm.

“My woman. I’ve marked you.”

“Is that what you did?”

He nods, a satisfied smile on his face. “And I will keep marking you.”

The thought makes my nipples harden.

“Again? You are insatiable.” He pulls out and lies down beside me the chair. It’s roomy enough for two, thank goodness. “Let’s clean you up a little.”

Dima grabs a nearby towel and uses it to wipe off the evidence of our naughty interlude. His gaze won’t meet mine, and I’m more than curious as to why.

“Something wrong?”

“I was not myself.”

“Who were you?”

He grimaces. “A man without a brain. There are always consequences.”

“I’m on birth control and—”