Chapter 42 #3
“Yes. Like wildflowers and vanilla,” he says, continuing his wicked ministrations. “Your scent reminds me of a field I used to play in as a child when I lived in Romania. It reminds me of home.”
I feel like I’m floating as he fingers me in the passenger seat of his car. He drives fast, weaving in and out of traffic, and the thrill of his dangerous maneuvers and the fact that he’s giving me pleasure at the same time has all of my nerve-endings firing at once.
A small moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. “Fuck,” I gasp as I grip the leather seat under me with my right hand.
Dimitri smirks. “I love when you swear, privighetoare mic?. It sounds so damn sexy coming from your mouth.”
He dips his fingertips into my pussy and begins to grind the heel of his hand against my clit. I can feel myself dripping into his palm. I’m so embarrassed, but I don’t dare ask him to stop. I’m so close.
“Please, Dimitri,” I beg. “Please make me come.”
A deep growl escapes the back of his throat as he suddenly pulls away from me, leaving me a panting mess.
His hand grips the wheel and turns it sharply, pulling over onto the shoulder of the road before we come to a screeching stop, the tires spinning in the gravel.
He slams the car into park, and we sit there in heavy silence.
I stare at his dark silhouette. As cars go by, his face gets illuminated by their headlights, showing his pinched brow and the scowl on his face.
He looks upset. He looks confused. But most of all, he looks ravenous.
After a while, Dimitri finally turns to look at me, his icy blue eyes searing into mine, holding me captive.
His gaze slowly moves from my eyes down to my lips, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
It’s crazy to think that we have never kissed, considering all the other things we have done.
I bet his lips are full and soft and demanding.
I’ve dreamt about kissing Dimitri a million times, but I bet my fantasies could never live up to reality.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re drunk,” he says with a frustrated groan.
“I’m not that drunk,” I assure him. Ever since we left the club, I’ve been slowly sobering up. It’s going to be a long process, but I’m not completely inebriated, by any means.
Dimitri looks torn, as if he’s trying to decide what he wants to do next. But then I hear him say, “Fuck it,” before he grabs me, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and pulling my mouth to his in a hot, soul-searing kiss that has my heart rate doubling in rhythm.
Every fantasy I’ve ever had of this moment goes straight out the window, because none of them could ever compare to the real thing.
His kiss is raw, rough, possessive, and it demands my surrender, which I gladly give to him.
I’m practically melting in his hands as his tongue prods at my lips, demanding entry.
I open for him, letting him in with no resistance.
I want this just as much as he does. And even though we’ve done a lot of sexual things before tonight, this somehow feels way more intimate.
It feels like we’re connecting on a whole other level.
Our tongues entwine in desperate need for each other as a shiver runs through me. I’ve never been kissed like this before, and I don’t think I ever will again in the future. His teeth pull at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a pop.
And when he pulls away, I can see the pure, undiluted hunger inside his eyes. I watch as he hits a button and puts his seat back as far as it will go before reaching for my seatbelt and unbuckling it. And then he’s pulling me over the center console and into his lap.
I plant my thighs on either side of his, straddling him, the long length of his arousal hard against my stomach. “Savina,” he whispers, and it sounds almost like a benediction on his lips.
He stares up at me, our faces mere inches from each other, as he hikes up my dress and pulls my thong to the side, exposing me to him. He swipes a finger along my seam, causing me to shudder in response.
I let out a long, shaky breath. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on before in my life. Slowly, deliberately, I rub my slit against his hard length in his pants, and it causes Dimitri to groan.
“Fuck,” he growls before a tremble runs through him, and I love the fact that I can affect him just as much as he affects me.
I feel him reach between us, and then I hear his belt unbuckling and then his zipper being lowered. Our eyes meet as I stare at him, my breathing ragged. Is he going to fuck me? But I see the response to my inner question in his gaze. We can’t.
Instead, he grabs my hips in a bruising grip and grinds me against his cotton-covered cock. My sensitive clit rubs against the material of his boxers, and I groan in the back of my throat.
“Use my cock for your pleasure, privighetoarea mea mic?,” he instructs.
I look down at the crown of his cock peeking out of his boxers. A bead of precum seeps out of the tip, and I swipe my thumb over it before bringing it up to my mouth and tasting him.
Dimitri’s eyes darken before his large hand wraps around my nape, and he roughly pulls me closer. His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue demanding access to my mouth. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And I let him. His tongue sweeps against mine, tasting me, tasting himself.
We continue to kiss as I rub my clit back and forth on his cock, working ourselves into a frenzy.
Cars zip past us on the freeway. Occasionally, a horn will honk.
Anyone could stop and watch us. And the thrill of it makes me even more turned on.
I grind against him faster and faster until I’m seeing stars shooting behind my eyelids.
My entire body tenses up as I shiver through a powerful orgasm.
Dimitri swallows my cries as his tongue plunders my mouth, taking control.
When he finally pulls away, I can feel his cock jerking between us, his come coating his stomach, as he lets out a low growl.
His eyes are half-lidded as he stares up at me with a look on his face that I can’t quite decipher.
And then his lips press against mine in a gentle, unhurried kiss that is the complete opposite of what I experienced before.
His mouth moves to my cheeks, planting a kiss there and then my forehead where he kisses me gently again.
I slowly collapse against his chest, still coming down from the high of my orgasm. The alcohol coursing through my veins is taking its toll, and an intense need to sleep almost overwhelms me.
As if sensing my tiredness, Dimitri carefully picks me up and maneuvers me back to the passenger seat before buckling my belt once again.
I watch as he cleans himself up with some napkins from the glove compartment and fixes his clothes.
Lastly, he adjusts his seat and glances over at me.
“We’ll be home soon,” he says before directing the car back onto the freeway.
Home? The way he said it sounded so foreign but so ordinary and comfortable at the same time.
I watch Dimitri as the streetlights illuminate his face before shrouding him in darkness over and over again, and it’s like I’m being hypnotized.
My eyelids become heavy, and I slowly drift into a deep sleep.