Chapter 147: Good Morning Blow Job

POV: EVE

Eve woke at 3:47 AM to darkness and the sound of Dimitri’s breathing.

She lay still for a moment, letting her eyes adjust, watching him sleep beside her.

He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of deep sleep. The sheets had slipped down to his waist, exposing the hard planes of muscle, the dark ink of his tattoos, the scars that told stories he rarely shared.

Beautiful, dangerous and completely hers.

And in a few hours, he’d be gone.

Flying to Italy for his first real move against his father. Meeting with Giovanni Ricci...the weapons supplier who followed money over loyalty, the man Dimitri hoped to turn.

Two weeks of planning had led to this.

Two weeks of strategy sessions with Mike, of Marco gathering intelligence, of Dimitri memorizing every detail about Giovanni’s operations, his weaknesses, his pressure points.

And now it was time.

Eve felt something tighten in her chest.

Fear, maybe. Or just the awareness that everything was changing. That the war they’d been planning was about to become real.

She reached out, traced her fingers down Dimitri’s chest...feather-light, not quite enough to wake him.

Down over his ribs. His abs. The V-cut that disappeared beneath the sheets.

His breathing changed slightly. Still asleep, but awareness creeping in.

Eve smiled, slipped beneath the covers.

Found him half-hard already....his body responding even in sleep to her touch.

She wrapped her hand around him, stroked once, twice, feeling him thicken in her palm.

Then she leaned down and took him into her mouth.

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POV: DIMITRI

Dimitri woke to wet heat and suction and pleasure so intense it yanked him from sleep like a physical force.

His eyes flew open, his hand immediately going to...

Eve.

Under the covers. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him deeper with each pass.

"Fuck..." The word came out as a growl.

His hand found her head through the blanket, fisted in her hair, and his entire body fought the urge to hold her in place and fuck her throat.

She hummed around him....vibrations that made his hips jerk.....and took him deeper.

So deep he felt the back of her throat.

"Eve...Jesus...."

She pulled off just enough to breathe, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.

"Good morning," she said, her voice muffled by the covers, and then she swallowed him again.

Dimitri’s head fell back against the pillow, his hand tightening in her hair but still...still....not taking control.

Letting her set the pace. Letting her worship him. Letting her have this.

Even though every instinct screamed at him to thrust up, to use her mouth, to chase his pleasure without restraint.

She must have sensed his struggle because she pulled off again, threw back the covers so she could look at him.

Her eyes were dark with lust, her lips swollen and wet.

"You can let go," she said softly. "I want you to."

"Eve..."

"I know you’re holding back. I can feel it." She stroked him slowly, deliberately. "But I want this. Want to make you feel good. Want to take care of you before you leave."

Before you leave.

The words hit him harder than they should have.

This wasn’t just morning sex. This was goodbye.

Temporary goodbye, but goodbye nonetheless.

"Come here," Dimitri said, his voice rough.

"Not yet." Eve’s smile was wicked. "Not until I make you come."

She took him back into her mouth, and this time....this time she didn’t hold back.

Took him deep. Fast. Using her hand and mouth together in a rhythm that made coherent thought impossible.

Dimitri’s control frayed. Snapped.

His hand tightened in her hair, his hips lifting off the bed, fucking into her mouth with shallow thrusts.

"That’s it," Eve encouraged between passes. "Use me. I can take it."

She could.

She took everything he gave her....the brutal pace, the depth, the loss of control....and never faltered.

When Dimitri came, it was with a roar, his entire body going rigid as he spilled down her throat.

Eve swallowed every drop, kept working him through it until he was gasping.

Finally, she released him, crawled up his body, and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

"Good morning," she said again, her eyes bright with satisfaction and love.

Dimitri flipped them in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath him.

"That," he said, his voice still rough, "was the best wake-up call of my life."

"Good." She smiled up at him. "I wanted to give you something to remember while you’re gone."

"Trust me, cara mia. I’m not going to forget that anytime soon." He kissed her deeply. "But now it’s my turn to make sure you remember me while I’m gone."

"Dimitri, you don’t have to..."

"I want to." He kissed down her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breast. "I want to make love to you before I leave. Want to feel you. Want to remind both of us exactly what I’m coming home to."

Eve’s breath hitched as his mouth found her nipple.

"Then make love to me," she whispered. "Show me."

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POV: EVE

The sex was different this time.

Not brutal like two weeks ago when she’d negotiated her way out of research.

Not quick and desperate like some mornings when they couldn’t wait.

This was slow. Deliberate. Every touch weighted with meaning.

Dimitri worshiped her body with his mouth...kissing every inch of skin, finding sensitive spots she didn’t know she had, building her arousal with maddening patience.

"Dimitri, please..."

"Not yet." He kissed the inside of her thigh. "We have time. And I want to savor this."

His mouth found her pussy, and Eve’s back arched off the bed.

He ate her like he had all the time in the world....slow, thoroughly and absolutely devastating.

Two orgasms later, when Eve was shaking and oversensitive and begging, he finally moved back up her body.

"Look at me," he said as he slammed inside her.