The boots, however, have to go. Come to find out, they have little spikes on the back.
I pull out and bring her legs around to the front, setting her heels on the bed. “Unless there's handcuffs to follow, these things need to disappear.”
She sits up with her legs spread, wiping her mouth, and unties her boots. I take a seat on the mattress next to her. Her shoes clunk to the floor, one after the other. Then she leans over and starts sucking on my neck. As much as I would like for her to do anything she wants, I can't let her leave behind evidence. The last thing I need is Silvia seeing marks on her inheritance.
So I sit Syd up on her knees and kiss the small area of her belly peeking between the tight shirts and the waist of her skirt. Her hands slide through my hair, and she gives a soft moan.
Maybe she does have a slew of men at her disposal, but I haven't been home even a full night and she's already back in my bed. That has to count for something.
I slip out of my pants as she more gracefully slides off her skirt and panties. I lean back on the bed, guiding her over me. She sits down slow, deliberate, and right on target.
Her hands go behind her back, and then her shirts loosen. She tosses the shirts onto the bed, and she's wearing nothing but the two roses tattooed on her thigh and hip. I fight back the urge to make her hyperventilate. She leans in, her naked breasts pressing against the front of my shirt. Her head settles next to my ear.
She whispers, “Take what you want, Dimitri.”
Has she memorized a book of all the right lines to say?
I push into her harder, pulling her hips down. She rocks slowly, her wetness pressing against me, and then deepens the motion as her body clenches. I urge her faster, and she gives me everything I want. My hand caresses down her breasts as my heart rate increases, then linger on her hips. The intensity builds, tightening my muscles. My fingers clamp onto her back, shoving her body close to me, as I fill her. I bury my face into the top of her head, and she keeps riding until it's over.
She lifts her head to look up at me, eyes devious. “Again.”
“Easy, tiger.” I grin and guide her mouth back to mine.
Her lips are always so warm and soft, like the rest of her body sprawled across mine. Nothing has ever felt so amazing.
She backs away, lifting to her hands and knees. I sit up just enough to remove my shirt and toss it aside, then cup her jaw to bring her in again. She plants a kiss on my lips, across my chest, down stomach, and then keeps going. I lie back on the bed.
Her lips graze over me and I'm at attention again. Her tongue swirls over the head, then she takes me into her mouth.
Oh, yeah. Syd is a rockstar.
Her mouth continues to slide up and down, her hands following after. As much as I would like to find out how far she will go with this, I want her skin on mine, her body close.
“C'mere.” I lift onto my elbows and use one hand to brush back her hair.
She glances up at me, and I doubt she realizes how that makes me want her even more. With a final stroke and a parting kiss, she sidles against my side. I roll her a little to her back and crawl over her. She pulls my face close for another kiss, and it's so rough and hungry her whole body gets into it.
God. Damn.
I spread her legs apart with a hand on the inside of each of her thighs and pull away to sit back and take in the view. Un-fuckin-believable. I slide a finger into her warmth. She shudders and pushes her hips down. I want more of that. Against me. Caused by other parts of me.
I reposition between her legs. When I sink inside, her hands clench the blanket. I thrust until she's a gasping, squirming, beautiful mess who can barely say my name. Her legs wrap around my waist, pull me in and lock me there. Her hips undulate, then she lets out a sound that's a moan and a sigh and a something else entirely.
Her breasts heave a few times. Then she lifts her head to look at me. I have no idea what that look means, but it makes me want to keep her here, right next to me, forever.
That can't happen.
I lie beside to her, panting, and pull her back against my chest. She cuddles into my arms.
I brush her hair out of the way and kiss the silver-studded ear, then whisper, “Can you sleep now?”
She gives a small noise of affirmation, barely nodding. In a few minutes, she's comatose.
My eyes are heavy and aching, but I'm not ready to sleep yet. I just want to enjoy her being here.
In the morning, I will have to figure out how to tell her the truth: she can't come back.
***
Breakfast makes me nervous. I resent the fact this is the first time I've eaten with Syd, and yet I have to analyze everything she says to find a way to tell her we're over. Whatever we were, it no longer is.