Bound

Chapter 77 - Hell

Dmitri

"Yes." The word leaves her mouth, and it takes me a minute to comprehend.

"I love you, Dmitri. I have for quite some time." She is smiling at me almost shyly. "Before I knew what was happening, you became someone important to me, someone that made my soul smile. I don't think I can ever feel about anyone else the way I feel about you, the way you make me feel."

I don't say anything, words not able to fully express how I am feeling at her confession. I take the box in her hand, removing the ring before discarding the box next to me. Not breaking eye contact with her, I slip the ring onto her finger, bringing the hand to my mouth as I kiss it.

The hand I am kissing moves from my lips to cup the side of my face as she leans in and captures my lips with her own. Her hands move to my shoulders to steady herself. I pull her forward onto me as I lean back onto the blanket, her much smaller body now fully sprawled on top of mine.

She laughs as she sits up, her legs straddling mine, as her hands gently caress my stomach. Her eyes flick from my face to my chest as the smile on her face becomes smaller, a little unsure. I can see her eyes go to the ring on her finger as her hands move gently over the fabric covering my stomach.

Her hands slow down as they reach the bottom of my shirt, which disappears into my pants. She tugs on it gently, releasing the fabric, her eyes boldly meeting mine. Her hands slowly start unbuttoning the small buttons from the bottom, working their way up. The motion of her leaning forward while her body sits snugly against mine causes my already throbbing shaft to stiffen even more.

Her hand's inch between the fabric, sliding across my stomach and chest, the shirt bunched on the side. She leans down, her mouth kissing my stomach gently, causing the muscles to contract sharply at the contact. Her nails draw a trail down the side of my chest and abdomen before flattening out and moving softly back to my pecs. Her mouth is moving upward, her tongue leaving a tingling line across my chest that feels like it will be imprinted there forever.

My hands, which until now have remained at my side while I have allowed her to take this bit of control, now find her hips, holding her in place as I grind myself into her, a moan falling from her lips at the action. Her arousal hits me, and my cock twitches. I swiftly roll her over, her back now on the blanket, as I seize her glistening lips, her hands intertwining in my hair.

She bucks up against the leg, which is between her thighs, grinding her pussy as desire floods her. My hand on her thigh moves while pulling the fabric of her dress upwards until I meet the end, my hand now on her smooth inner thigh. I allow my finger to slowly draw a line on that silky skin as it moves upwards, my name huskily spoken from her, the tone needy and coated with frustration.

"I can smell you, Skylar," I growl out as I inhale deeply. I know this turns her on, confirmed by the increased wetness that can be felt when I cup her clothed mound, my finger gently rubbing her clit through the thin material.

I am pulled from my delicious teasing by her firm and insistent voice.

"No more fucking around, Dmitri. I need you. Now. All of you." I meet her gaze, her head angled slightly up from the blanket so that she can look at me. Desire and lust are in her eyes, but also an emotion that I am beginning to recognize as love.

I get up, my hand pulling her from her position so she stands before me. I allow the shirt to fall from my body. My hand snakes around her, pulling her close to me as my hand finds the start of the zip of her dress at the back of her nape. I zip it down quicker than I like as desire eggs me on. It splits open, and I pull it forward, Sky's arms being released from the sleeves as the dress slides down her body, her bare breasts on full display. My hands hook into the sides of her plain white panties as I slide them down her body, my face in line with her moist pussy as they drop to the floor.