Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
Dmitri
While slowly drawing circles on Alisa’s now satisfied clit, I unbuckled my pants. She sat up on the bed, and I admired the way her tits jiggled as she leaned forward.
“Let me,” she said, her voice still a little breathless.
She slid down my pants and boxers, and I admired the way her mouth gaped open as she stared at my cock. More than anything, I wanted that nearly drooling mouth to encase me. But I didn’t thread my fingers through her hair and push it onto my waiting dick.
Instead, I was patient. I waited for her to drag her jaw back off the floor and tentatively move her hand towards my dick.
When her soft hand wrapped around my waiting cock, I don’t think I’d ever been more hard in my entire life. I groaned and thrust into it.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips and drew her hand up towards the tip. It wasn’t the most experienced of hands, but I didn’t care. Her clumsy movements left me far hornier than any previous girl deep-throating my entire dick in one taste.
“Good girl,” I said when she added on another hand, and worked it in conjunction with the other.
A light moan fell from her lips at the words, and I couldn’t help a smile.
So easy to please.
But there were so many pieces to her puzzle right underneath the surface. I wanted to drag all of them up to the light and inspect and memorize them. Instead, I let her set the pace. She slowly kneaded her hands up and down until she went in for the first taste.
Her glazed eyes stayed focused on me as she worked the tip into her mouth. I clenched the sheets to keep from taking her head in my hands and taking the lead.
Alisa’s slow work was sweet agonizing torture. When a small cough crept out of her throat while she was only halfway down, I lightly touched her jaw.
“You’re doing such a good job taking me down your throat,” I said. “Such a pretty little slut.”
Blue eyes gleamed at the compliment. I gently caressed her engorged cheek, and she nuzzled against my touch with a contented sigh that rumbled against my cock. It took all my self control not to thrust straight down her throat.
“Now, it’s my turn to please you,” I said, softly tugging on her hair until her mouth released me.
Bits of drool ran down the side of her face, and the earnest gleam in her eyes left me groaning.
“So fucking beautiful,” I said.
I wrapped a condom around my dick when all I wanted to do was feel her fully.
Thankfully, that yearning was overridden by my brain. Despite the need drilling into my core, I knew I needed some separation from this woman.
I slowly slid my dick up and down her needy clit. She whined, and I silenced the sounds with a nip on her shoulder. The light redness taunted me. I wanted to create something that would stay a little longer. Something that’d sear this memory into her body.
While I sucked on that spot on her shoulder, I slowly eased my way inside her.
“More,” she said, her voice a high-pitched whine.
“So fucking needy for me,” I said, but I pressed my way into her pliant kiska, dripping and gripping me.
Her body shook against me as I slowly pushed further in.
“You’re doing so good, Alisa.” I angled my hips, hitting a spot that left her panting. “You’re taking my dick like it was made for your body.”
I hit the end of her cavern. Her eyes opened wide, an expression on her face that I’d never seen before.
Even as I thrust back into her, I knew I was fucked. Because I wanted to see all of those secret little expressions. Take her to her limit until there was nothing left but her true essence.
I slammed again and again until there was nothing remaining on her face except pure unrestrained need.
I dug my nails into the mattress until I felt the spring pressed up against them.
“Come for me, kitten,” I said, shocked at how much I needed to see her come apart for me.
As she stared up into my eyes with raw trust and need, a warning wormed up my stomach. Then her insides clenched against me, and sent me into my own dimension.
My movements became jerkier as we both started to come undone. My thrusts were harsher, but she was bucking her hips against mine. As completely in the moment as I was.
She met me thrust for thrust even as her eyes took on a faraway gleam. I bit down hard on that red spot on her shoulder as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.
When we both came back from our respective orgasms, I watched her for a moment. There was a dreamy languidity to her relaxed body that made me want to leave her there to melt into my bed.
A primal need rushed through me as I gently wiped away some of the remaining drool on her lips. Alisa’s eyes were pure pupils even as I softened inside of her.
There was an unspoken need in her eyes that told me to curl her body into my chest and let her rest there for a while. Instead, I pulled my dick out of her.
When I released her from my grip, Alisa nestled further into the mattress, her expression making it clear that she was still in a peaceful far-off place where nothing else mattered.
My brain jerked back to life the moment the physical connection ceased. All the previous tension that had been exorcised from my body returned with a vengeance.
A warning bell rang in my head as I watched her snuggle her head into the pillow. My stomach tensed as I realized I would destroy anyone who dared to disturb her blissful calm.
“Thank you,” she said. All of those walls from earlier had completely disintegrated from her expression. Her smile was earnest and unguarded.
I nodded back, unsure if I could trust anything that came out of my mouth.
Growing up, I’d known danger.
I’d first viewed it when my brother and I were children, and my mother had poisoned my brother for his perceived weakness. Danger became a constant as I grew up and risked my life destroying man after man for the Pakhan.
Eventually, I became that danger, and I made sure that nothing could touch me. But as Alisa nuzzled into the pillow, I knew a deep-seated fear for the first time in a long time.
So when her eyes landed on something behind my shoulder, and her entire body stiffened, in a way I welcomed it.
I turned my head to follow her gaze and furrowed my brows when all I saw were the clothes that I’d set out for her the night she’d passed out at my apartment.
Alisa placed her arm across her chest, shielding her bare breasts as if I hadn’t just seen them jiggle when I fucked her into orgasm.
“I-I should go,” she said, her voice taking on some of the bite from earlier.
I watched her hurriedly toss on her clothes, and debated grabbing her arm and dragging her back into bed.
I kept my hands to myself, because distance was what I wanted, right?
Then why did I want to tie her to my bed, and fuck her so many times that she couldn’t form a sentence, let alone leave my house?
I dug my nails into my palm and memorized the way her body moved. When our eyes locked, I clenched my jaw to stop any words from escaping. With one final glance backwards, Alisa hurried out of the room.
My brain reassured me this was a good thing. But deep down I knew that the day would come when I wouldn’t ever let her run again.