Chapter 41
Chapter forty-one
Dmitri
I thought denying myself from touching Alisa when she was that worked up was the pinnacle of torture. But when she walked out of my guest bedroom the next morning wearing my old workout shirt and shorts, I nearly shattered the coffee cup in my hand.
Until now, I didn’t think I was the type to get turned on by a woman wearing my clothes. Yet it took all of my self control not to rip the outfit off her.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
She shrugged. I stifled a groan when the oversized shirt flopped down her shoulder, baring the almost faded hickey.
“Better. I’m taking the day off microdosing to let my body recover,” she said, glancing down at the clothing almost shyly. She looked fucking adorable with that bashful little look on her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t have any clean clothes with me, so I grabbed these out of the closet.”
Now, all I could visualize was her rolling around in bed while my clothes clung to her every inch.
My hand loosened on the coffee cup when I comprehended what she’d said. No drugs in her system anymore.
I smiled broadly, and she took in an unsteady breath.
“I’m going to need them back.”
“Of course,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. The movement made me intimately aware that her nipples were peeking through the fabric.
“Now,” I said, my voice more animalistic than human.
Alisa blinked. “I can go change,” she said, turning towards the bedroom.
Before she could take a single step, I grabbed her by the legs and deposited her on top of the kitchen counter.
“I’ll help,” I said.
Her ragged moan almost sent me over the edge.
Then I remembered her request from last time. “You need it gentle?” I asked, running my hand down her goosebumped flesh.
She shook her head breathlessly. Her pupils were so dilated that I could barely see the blue in her eyes.
“Good, because I want to devour you.”
I hooked my thumb under the waistband of her shorts and slowly slid my finger down. I hissed when I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Such a naughty girl,” I groaned, tracing along the curve of her hip. “You spent all night in my clothes thinking about me, didn’t you?”
“I-I,” she tried to speak.
I smiled at her inability to form words. Eventually, she shook her head, but the heat rising on her chest gave her away.
“Time to look at the evidence,” I said, peeling the shorts down.
Liquid cascaded from her slit down onto the seam of the shorts. Alisa’s blush transformed from pink to the red of a rare steak.
“Such a horny little slut,” I mumbled against her hip before kissing down lower.
Her nails dug into the edges of the marble countertop. I wanted to coil her body so tight that she nearly ripped a chunk out of the stone.
“Lower,” she groaned.
I ghosted my kisses near her mound, but refused to touch the spot she wanted. I bit down hard on her soft skin.
Anything I did would be on my time, not hers.
The choked sound that escaped her lips left me smiling. I tugged the shorts down her legs and followed the clothes’ progression with kisses down her thighs.
She whined against me. The further I moved my lips away from her slit, the higher pitched her whimpers became. Condensation dripped from her, darkening the marble and proving how much she loved being teased.
“Dmitri.” Something in the strangled way she said my name left me harder than any stone in this room.
I yanked her shorts to the floor and spread her legs wider.
“Good girl,” I said when she scooched her pussy further up the counter to give me better access. I dug my fingers into her thighs and took that first taste of her slit.
I’d never had an addictive personality. Drugs, alcohol, gambling, none of it did it for me. When I tasted the euphoria of her on my tongue, I understood addiction, because I wanted to taste her again and again.
I savored her slowly, working her clit into my mouth. Each drip was sweeter than the last, and I knew that it’d never be enough.
Her hands threaded into my hair. Normally I’d be unbuttoning my belt to restrain them, but the needy clench of her fingers left me ravenous.
And when her breath hitched, and I could feel her getting closer? Well, I wouldn’t let the fun end so soon.
When I stopped slurping up her juices, a high-pitched whine left her mouth.
“Stop complaining,” I said, smacking her ass lightly.
Alisa glared at me, hunger and need bordering the irritation. I teased her clit with my hand, but not enough to make her come undone. While she jerked against my palm in an attempt to get closer, I bit down on that fading hickey on her shoulder.
It’d been taunting me, the way it’d been fading away into nothing. I nibbled around her collarbone, and she shuddered on the countertop.
“These must feel a little neglected,” I said, inching up the shirt to expose her beautiful breasts.
I took her nipple into my mouth, and sucked until the words coming out of her mouth were completely nonsensical.
“Such a slut for me,” I said while moving to ministrate to the other one.
Like an addict, I watched her face, memorizing every movement of her mouth and flicker of her eyes. When her legs started shuddering, I moved my mouth back down to her pussy for a final taste of dessert.
I flicked my flattened tongue against the spot that never ceased to drive her crazy. At the same time, I pinched hard on her nipple. The warring pleasure and pain shot Alisa straight into an orgasm.
As I watched her body jerk against the counter, I knew I’d never get the craving for this taste out of my system.