Chapter 16 Dimitri #3
“Dimitri,” she breathes against my lips, and hearing my name in that voice—breathy and desperate and wanting—makes something snap inside me.
I lift her easily, setting her on the edge of my desk. My desk paraphernalia scatters, but I don’t care. All I care about is her, the feel of her, the way she’s wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer.
My hands find the tie of her robe, pulling it loose. The fabric falls open, revealing the thin nightgown underneath. I can see the outline of her body through it, the curves that have become fuller with pregnancy, and desire hits me so hard I nearly stagger.
“I want you,” I growl against her throat, kissing down the column of her neck. “If you don’t want me, now is the time to say something.”
“Shut up,” she gasps, her head falling back to give me better access. “Please don’t stop.”
That’s all I need to hear.
My mouth finds hers again, and the kiss is slower. Deeper. Less desperate and more—more something I can’t name. Something that feels dangerously close to worship.
I push the robe off her shoulders, and she helps me, shrugging it off completely. The nightgown is next, and when I pull it over her head, leaving her in just her pink underwear, I have to stop and just look.
She’s beautiful. So beautiful it makes my chest ache. Her skin glows in the lamplight and her hair falls around her shoulders. The small swell of her belly is visible now, evidence of the baby growing inside her, and only one thought crashes though me.
Mine. She’s mine.
“Don’t,” she whispers, and I realize I’m staring.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me like that.” Her hands come up to cover her stomach self-consciously. “I know I’m—the baby is—”
I stare at her, unable to comprehend what she’s saying until it hits me. “Beautiful,” I interrupt, catching her hands and pulling them away. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Vera. Do you have any idea—” I stop, because finishing that sentence would reveal too much.
But she sees something in my eyes that makes her breath catch and she reaches for me, intending to pull me back down, but I pull back. Hurt flashes in her eyes but I’m kissing down her body until I’m kneeling in front of her, lifting her foot to my shoulder.
Vera’s eyes are wide as I let my tongue drag heavily over the side of her calf, but they close and her hands come to her chest as I reach the inside of her knee.
I pause there, licking and sucking and biting gently at the sensitive skin, and she’s writhing.
I can’t help but smirk at that and lean down to give her other leg the same treatment.
I’m nothing if not meticulous.
I’m holding both legs down and her hips are twisting and her breasts are shuddering and—
“Please.”
My mouth leaves her knee as the syllable sinks in.
Yes. That. I do love it when Vera begs. Her eyes open and she looks at me before my left hand slides up the insides of her thighs. She arches towards me as my fingers slip under the edge of her underwear, and my own eyes widen at the feel of her.
“God, you’re so wet,” I say without thinking, and she presses her pussy into my hand with a moan.
Withdrawing my hand, I slide her underwear down and toss it impatiently over my shoulder. She’s bare and gleaming in front of me and my mouth nearly waters at the sight.
Oh, the things I plan to do to her.
I get up and lean over her, running my tongue along her collar bone as my fingers slip back between her legs. I can feel her cunt clench as I push a finger into her and she cries out, her hips moving up to take my finger deeper.
Vera works herself onto my finger as I lean my head over to her breasts and take a pink nipple into my mouth, rolling the bud between my teeth. Vera cries out again and I give her a second finger, pumping them in a slow rhythm as she twists on the desk.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
I let go of her nipple, exhaling slightly on the swollen pink nub before lavishing attention onto the other one. She quivers around my fingers and I squeeze the heel of my hand onto her clit, and her eyes roll up.
“Oh God,” she says again, and I feel her tremble. I purposefully nip hard at her breast, enjoying the sounds of her moans and groans.
“Please, please, please,” she babbles as she rocks her hips against my hand and I smirk as I suck on her nipple even harder.
She lets out a guttural moan as she comes, and I work my fingers through the wave of spasms. Even though we’ve had sex twice already, I appreciate fully for the first time how fucking tight she is and my cock twitches eagerly.
I keep my tongue against her breast as I watch her other breast shake with the tremors.
Her cries quiet slowly, and I release her nipple from my mouth. I press hard over her g-spot to trigger a clenching aftershock before I remove my fingers, just because I can. Vera gives a contended sigh, but I’m not letting up.
I slide down her body and close my mouth over the top of her hip bone. Her eyes fly open, and her hands clutch at the back of my head. Her hips roll up again, and I'm sure that she’s clenching around nothing.
I didn’t realize her hips were so goddamn sensitive. I tuck that knowledge away.
I trail kisses down her front, towards the crease of her thigh.
Settling my weight in between her legs, I use my fingers to gently spread her open and I nearly come at the sight.
She’s glistening from her first orgasm and I resist the urge to plunge my tongue straight in.
I trace the edge of one of her lips with a fingertip.
“You smell so good,” I murmur before I remove my finger and trace the same path with the tip of my tongue.
Vera sighs at the warmth and wetness. I let my lips close over it and suck, caressing her gently inside my mouth with my tongue.
Her chest is heaving again and I can’t help but laugh softly.
We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.
I trace the lip along the other side with my finger before following it with my mouth.
Her hips roll up into my face, and she’s moaning on nearly every breath.
The fact that she’s enjoying this so much makes me harder than I’ve ever been before.
My tongue sweeps along the bottom edge of her slit and the sweet tang of her arousal fills my mouth.
I wrap my arm around her thighs as I delve between her folds and she cries out before slapping a hand over her mouth.
I lap at her again and again—each time pushing deeper.
Her hips are rolling against me on every stroke now. Fucking herself on my face.
Vera cries out suddenly, and I realize it’s from the vibration of me moaning into her. I’ve been grinding my hips against the edge of the desk and I can feel the damp stain of precum in my briefs.
I don’t fucking care.
I moan again. Her back arches, and I bring one of my hands back down to stroke over her lips again. They are so soft and sweet and perfect, and I’m alternating lick, stroke, kiss, suck over every inch of her. She’s begging again but I can hardly hear her over my own fractured murmurs.
“Fucking delectable pussy, Vera—”
“Oh, fuck—”
“Like heaven—”
“Oh, God—”
“No one will ever taste you again but me—”
“Dimitri, please—”
I hear that one, though. Loud and clear. It ignites a fire in my gut and sends a jolt to my brain, and I remember that this is about making her forget everything except my name.
“Say that again.”
She whines high in the back of her throat, but she obeys.
“Please, Dimitri.”
I finally close my lips over her clit, and I can hardly believe the noises she makes. I can’t think of a suitable word for it. Something desperate and disbelieving.
I’m rolling the flat of my tongue against her in time with her hips, and I know she must be close. I consider sliding a finger inside her again, but no—I want her to know that she doesn’t need it. That, because she let me have my way, I’m going to tear her apart with only my mouth.
And when she comes, that’s exactly what it sounds like. I have her clit between my lips, and she clamps her thighs around my head. Both of her hands are tight in my hair, and I think she might fucking scalp me from the way that she pulls as she fucks herself against me. And I don’t care.
I keep my mouth tight on her, and every pulse is reverberating through her cunt like a fucking tuning fork.
I can feel each one on my chin, even as her slick soaks it.
Her whole body is humming with pleasure, and I don’t stop until she drops her legs back to the bed.
I press a final kiss to her clit, smiling at the feel of it retreating from my touch and the sound of her soft cry.
I watch her carefully as I stand up (my legs like fucking Jello) to remove my clothes. Vera is still writhing slightly as she sighs and moves her hands over her body. Her hair—
I look down in a panic. The front of my briefs are completely soaked.
I worry for one stupid second that somehow I’ve already come, that I’ve been stealthily undone by Vera’s perfect fucking pussy.
But my cock throbs greedily in my hand as I draw it out, and a clear bead of precum gathers at the tip before I even have a chance to squeeze.
Kicking off my underwear, I gather her into my arms and carry her over to the couch on the other side of my office.
Lying her on the soft material, I take one of her hands and slide it over me, letting her fingers trail across the tip first, mixing the fresh fluid with the rest already slicking the underside.
My teeth grit at the feel of her skin sliding over mine, and I let out a shaky breath at the memory of her tight cunt clenching around my fingers.
My eyes follow her hand as she pumps me slowly with a loose fist, and she only looks up when I rest my palm over her soft belly.
“You ready?” I ask softly.
She nods, biting her lip in anticipation and I groan. My cock throbs impatiently.