Chapter 19 Dimitri #2
"So, this is about strategy?" she asks with a grin. "You want to sleep with me for tactical reasons?" I swear she almost snickers.
"I want to sleep with you because I haven't stopped thinking about you since the last time." I lean in closer and peek down the front of her top. "It's been days and I can still hear the sounds you made when you came unglued.”
"Stop," she says tartly, pressing her hand to my chest.
"Why?" My mouth is close to her ear as I whisper, "You want it too. I can see it in the way you're looking at me right now."
"I'm not looking at you any particular way." She tries to lean back, but there's nowhere to go. I've got her right where I want her, and she's blushing. "I'm just eating pizza."
"You were eating pizza." I brush my lips against her neck. "Now you're thinking about how good it felt when I had you in my bed."
"You're very confident," she breathes, but it's so shallow and raspy, I know I'm getting to her.
"I have reason to be." My hand slides up her thigh. "You kissed me back last time. You came twice. You wrapped your legs around me and begged for more."
"Well… I was drunk." Her protest is weak.
"Not that drunk." I pull back just enough to look at her face. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
She opens her mouth to argue, but I don't give her the chance. I kiss her, and after a moment of hesitation, she kisses me back. Her hands come up to grip my shirt and she pulls me closer.
Her lips are soft and hungry, and I deepen the kiss while my hands move to her waist. I've been craving this since the last time I had her.
My fingers find the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She breaks the kiss long enough for me to drag it over her head before her mouth is back on mine. Her hands work at the buttons of my shirt and I help her by shrugging out of it when she gets them open.
"Bedroom?" I manage between kisses.
"Yeah," she answers breathlessly. She's already moving backward and I follow her while my hands explore bare skin. Every curve, every inch she gives I take another. She’s addictive and I can’t get enough of her. She makes my cock strain so hard, I feel like the skin will split open.
Her bra comes off somewhere between the kitchen and the hallway. My hands cup her breasts and she gasps into my mouth when I squeeze them. Her nipples are hard against my palms and I roll them between my fingers making her whimper.
We stumble through the bedroom door still kissing and groping as I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed, and then I work at her pants. The button pops open, and I slide the zipper down before pushing them over her hips.
She steps out of them and reaches for my belt where her fingers fumble with the buckle and I cover her hands with mine to help. Together, we get my pants open, and I kick them off along with my shoes.
When she turns to climb into bed, I snatch her and pull her back against my chest, then wrap my arms around her as one hand slides down her stomach into her panties. Tatiana gasps as I press my fingers to her clit, finding her soaked already. My fingers find her entrance and slide inside easily.
"Such a good girl," I purr against her skin, nipping at her neck as I rub and plunge my fingers between her folds.
"Oh, God," she moans, and her head falls back against my shoulder while I use my other hand to hold her upright.
I work my fingers in and out while the heel of my hand finds the sensitive bundle of nerves and rubs it.
She makes low mewls and grunts that drive me crazy and her hips rock against my hand seeking more friction and pleasure.
I love it when she’s like this, eager and begging for more, and I sink my teeth into the side of her neck to help myself keep control. God, do I want her.
"That's it." I kiss her neck while adding another finger. "Let me feel you." Every time my fingers sink in, more moisture puddles in my palm. Tatiana wants this worse than I do. She's got a fucking fountain between her legs and I've barely touched her, but I feel how tense her body is for me.
Her breathing becomes more erratic and I can tell she's close.
I increase the pressure with my palm and curl my fingers inside her rubbing the rough bunch of nerves just inside her entrance.
. Her whole body tenses and then she's shaking as the climax tears through her.
Her back arches away from me, and her head presses on my shoulder.
Her pussy clamps down in slow pulses on my fingers and when her legs go wobbly I grip her around the waist harder to keep her upright.
I keep moving my fingers through it until she goes limp in my arms. Then I pull my hand away and turn her around to face me.
Her eyes are glazed and her lips are swollen from kissing as I lift my hand to my mouth and suck the juices from my fingers.
She tastes incredible and I want to drink straight from the source.
"God, you're so fucking sexy when you're like this." I guide her backward until she's lying down.
Then I strip off my underwear and hook my fingers in hers and pull them down her legs. She's completely bare, and I take my time memorizing every inch of her. The curves of her hips. The softness of her thighs. The way her chest rises and falls.
I settle between her legs and push them wider apart. She tries to close them, but I hold them open with my hands on her inner thighs.
"Don't." I lower my head and press a kiss just above where she's still sensitive. "I want to taste you."
"I already came." Her voice is breathless. "You don't have to—"
I cut her off by dragging my tongue through her folds. She tastes salty and sweet and I groan against her heated flesh. Her hands fly to my hair and grip tightly while I work her over with my mouth.
My tongue circles her most sensitive spot without quite touching it. I can feel her getting more desperate with each pass and her hips lift trying to get closer. But I hold her down and continue teasing. There's so much moisture I drink in, it's like a natural spring. I enjoy every drop.
"Please," she begs, hips bucking. "Dimitri, please."
"Please what?" I look up at her while my tongue continues its torment in delicious swirls, swiping up the delicate beads of moisture and letting them dance over my taste buds.
"Make me come." Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling until it hurts and I growl against her core, knowing how good it must feel to her. "Stop teasing and just—"
I suck hard, and she screams. Her back arches off the bed, and I have to hold her hips down to keep her in place. I work her right to the edge and then pull back just before she tips over.
"No," she whimpers. "Why did you stop?"
"Because I want you desperate for me." I move up her body and settle my weight on top of her. "I want you so close that when I finally give you what you need, you fall apart completely."
"I hate you," she whines, but she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer.
"No, you don't." I kiss her hard and let her taste herself on my lips and tongue, and she moans and bites my lower lip.
My dick presses against her entrance and I pause there, letting her feel what's about to happen. She's so wet that I know I'll slide in easily, but I want to draw this out and make her beg for it. It takes all of my self-control not to just fuck her silly as I tease her in tiny pulses.
"Tell me you want me, Tati." I roll my hips just enough to tease, dipping the head of my cock into her an inch. I feel her clench and get the urge to bury myself deep, but I hold back.
"I want it." Her nails dig into my shoulders. "I want you inside me… please."
"Say how bad you want me, Tati. Tell me you have to have me, and I’ll make the torture end.” She’s driving me mad, and at this point it doesn’t matter what she says.
"So fucking bad… just do it already."
Her begging drives me wild. I push forward and bury myself completely in one thrust. She cries out and her legs tighten around me, but I don't give her a single second to adjust. I start thrusting, driving into her hard as she whimpers and sputters out nonsense sounds.
The angle is perfect and I can feel every inch of her wrapped around me clenching. I hook her legs over my shoulders, opening her up even more and thrust deeper. She gasps and her hands reach for something to hold onto.
"Look at me." I lean forward and her legs bend further. "I want to see your face."
Her eyes meet mine and I see everything there. The desire. The need. The surrender. She's stopped fighting this and it makes something primal surge through me.
I increase my pace and she matches me with her hips. The sounds she's making are driving me insane and I know I won't last much longer. I reach between us and find where we're joined. My fingers circle her sensitive spot and she gasps.
"Come with me." I'm barely holding on. "Right now."
"Yes." She's so close, I can feel her starting to tighten. "Don't stop."
I thrust harder and press my fingers more firmly. Her entire body tenses and then she's screaming my name as the climax takes her. The feeling of her pulsing around me pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself as deep as I can go.
My release hits like a wave, and I groan against her neck while spilling inside her. White-hot pleasure explodes in my groin and pulses outward until I'm drowning in endorphins, but I keep moving through it until there's nothing left and then I finally still.
There is nothing in the world like the physical release of sex with someone you desperately crave, and I find that her energy matches mine when my lips claim hers again.
"Now, do you believe me when I say you're mine?" I ask her, and between kisses, she responds.
"I still hate you…" But she's smiling as she says it.