(NIKOLAI)
After Dasha came on my tongue, I pulled her upright, then slipped my hands under her ass to lift her.
For a second, I thought she might fight me, but she just wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on while I carried her toward the stairs.
She muttered, "I really hope someone disinfects that table before the next meal."
My lips twitched, laughter sitting in my throat. "I just gave you a fantastic orgasm and you are worried about germs?"
Sighing, she rested her head on her arm, her forehead tucked against my throat. I could feel her sweet breath on my skin, her scent all around me. I held her tighter.
I climbed the steps, exhaustion making every step feel increasingly heavier. Surprisingly, Dasha stayed silent. Was she also confused over this insane pull between us?
