That was all the permission he needed.
Dimitri kissed her...hard, claiming and absolute.
Eve moaned into his mouth, her hands finally successful in getting his belt undone, his pants open.
She shoved them down his hips, freed his cock, wrapped her hand around him.
"God, yes..." She stroked him once, twice. "I need this. Need you."
Dimitri made quick work of her dress, the crystal chains across her back coming undone with a snap.
The burgundy fabric pooled around her waist.
No bra. Just Eve's perfect breasts, flushed and sensitive.
He lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth.
Eve cried out, her back arching off the bed.
"Too much....too sensitive..."
"Good." He sucked harder, his hand finding her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Eve was trembling, gasping, her hands in his hair.
"More...please...I need more..."
Dimitri slid his hand down her stomach, under the dress, found her panties soaked through.
"Fuck, you're drenched."
