Dimitri POV
He wanted them both. He wanted to lose himself in Ariana and Irina. "Someday you will have to tell me the story of our love," he said huskily. "As it is, I don't know what you two like in bed or how we are together."
"You like to take charge," Ariana said with her refreshing bluntness. "We like to make love to you, and each other."
Irina raised a hand as if she were volunteering for something. "You like it when one of us rides you and you pleasure the other with your mouth. You really like that."
Already, he felt a surge of heat shoot right to his loins and to certain parts of him that CERTAINLY remembered just how this worked.
His mouth went dry at exactly the wrong time and he drank the last of his soda to wet his whistle. "I think ... Ariana saved me, so I'll take her, and pleasure Irina with my mouth."
Irina licked her lips. "Sounds good to me. Let's all get ready."
