Chapter 29 Dimitri #2
"Then make sure nothing goes wrong," she says, like it's simple. "You're Dimitri Gravitch. You run this city. Show them," she says, and she enunciates so crystal clear, it's hard not to look down at her full, pouty lips and become mesmerized by them.
"When this is over…" She steps back slightly and starts to unbutton her shirt. "I'll be your private waitress every night for as long as you want me…"
"Every night?" The mental picture I get of her in my home every night doing whatever I want makes my dick twitch.
"Every single night." She gets halfway done with her buttons and I see her bra peeking out. "I'll serve you drinks and dinner and anything else you want…"
"Anything?" I ask, realizing what she's doing.
"Anything," she mewls, then smirks at me as she finishes the last few buttons.
Her shirt falls open, and I can see the black lace of her bra against her pale skin. She slowly shrugs the fabric off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. The movement is deliberate and teasing.
"Come here," I grumble, caving to her advances.
She may still lose this fight overall, but right now I want nothing more than to feel her against my body.
I catch her by the waist and pull her flush against me.
My hands slide up her sides, feeling every curve, and around to unclasp her bra so the lace falls away and joins her shirt on the floor.
"You're so beautiful." I cup her breasts in my palms and she moans softly when I pinch a nipple. It hardens under my teasing. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, you forget why we were even arguing."
"That was arguing?" she mewls. She reaches for my belt with determined fingers. "I thought we were negotiating our partnership."
"Is that what you call it?" I capture her mouth in a deep kiss while her hands work at my belt buckle.
She gets it open and slides the leather free from the loops. Then her fingers are on my button and zipper and she's pushing my pants down my hips. I step out of them and kick them aside without breaking the kiss.
When I reach for the button on her pants, she backs away with a mischievous smile.
"Mmm, not yet." She drops to her knees in front of me, and the sight alone nearly undoes me. Her fingers wrap around my hard length as she licks her lips, then says, "I can be a very good girl when I want… If my partner respects me."
My heart hammers in my chest as she strokes me slowly from head to base and makes my hips jerk forward. God, she's incredible.
"Look at me," I growl, gently threading my fingers through her hair. I force her chin up slightly as her tongue draws from my base to my tip and a smirk crosses her lips. "I want to see your face when you take me in your mouth."
She looks up and locks eyes with me as she leans forward. Her tongue draws a hot circle around me before she takes me into the wet heat of her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming and I have to force myself not to thrust.
"Good girl." The praise makes her moan around me and the vibration nearly breaks my control. "Take more of me."
She does. She takes me deeper until I feel the way she gags around me, and her eyes water slightly but she doesn't pull back. When she finally does it's only to swirl her tongue around my sensitive head before taking me deep again.
"Just like that." My grip tightens in her hair guiding her rhythm. "You look so perfect like this. On your knees sucking me."
Her hand works in tandem with her mouth stroking what she can't fit. The combination is driving me toward the edge faster than I want. I can feel the pressure building low in my spine, deep in my balls.
"Whoa…" I pull her off me with a wet pop before I lose all control. "As much as I love your mouth, I'm not finishing there."
She sits back on her heels with swollen lips and dark, dilated eyes. "Why not? I want to taste you."
"Because when I come tonight, it's going to be buried deep inside you." I help her to her feet and my hands immediately go to her pants. "Now get these off before I rip them off."
She unbuttons them with shaking fingers and shimmies the fabric down along with her underwear.
Then she's completely naked in front of me and I pick her up.
She snickers and drapes her arms around my shoulders while she wraps her legs around my waist automatically.
Her center presses against my stomach, and I can feel how wet she already is.
"You really want my body and not my mouth?" she asks as I bite her shoulder, then the inside of her bicep.
"Yes, and I'm taking what I want."
I carry her down the hall and kick the bedroom door open, walking over to drop her on the edge of the mattress. She starts to scoot back toward the pillows, but I catch her ankle and pull her back.
"Stay right there." I kneel in front of her and push her thighs apart roughly. "I'm gonna take my time devouring you until your juices coat my face."
I take my time, kissing and licking up her inner thigh while deliberately avoiding where she wants me most. She's already squirming and I've barely touched her.
"Please." Her voice is breathy. "Stop teasing."
"We just started." I switch to her other thigh and repeat the same torturous path. "I told you I'm taking my time."
When I finally put my mouth on her soft folds, it's just a light brush of my tongue. She gasps and her hips lift seeking more pressure but I pull back.
"Patience." I blow cool air over her heated flesh and watch her shiver. "Good things come to those who wait."
I work her slowly. Alternating between long slow licks and focused attention on her most sensitive spot, but never quite enough pressure to push her over. Her hands fist in the sheets and her breathing becomes ragged.
"I need more," she begs. "Please, I need your fingers."
"Not yet." I continue the same maddening pace with just my tongue. "You're not ready yet."
I keep this up for several more minutes until she's writhing and practically sobbing with need. Only then do I slide one finger inside her. She's soaking wet and clenching around even just one finger.
"More." She rocks her hips trying to take me deeper. "God quit torturing me."
I chuckle against her skin and add a second finger, curling them to find her sweet spot while my tongue finally applies real pressure to her clit and finally she starts to writhe.
"Oh, God." Her thighs are trembling. "I'm so close."
I continue working her with fingers and tongue, bringing her right to the brink and then backing off just enough to keep her there. She makes desperate sounds and pulls at my hair.
"Please," she whines. "Please let me come. I can't take anymore."
"Alright then… Come for me." I increase the pressure with both my fingers and tongue. "Do it now."
Her back arches off the bed and she groans loudly as the first orgasm rips through her.
I feel her pulse and clench around my fingers while I work her through every wave.
Her hips lift off the bed, and she twitches over and over, making my painfully hard dick throb, wanting her.
When the aftershocks start to fade I slow but don't stop completely.
"Too much." She's panting hard, trying to push my head away. "I need a minute."
"You'll get one." I place one more kiss on her inner thigh and stand. "But just one."
I grab her hips and pull her closer to the edge of the bed, positioning myself between her spread thighs. She's still trying to catch her breath when I run my length through her wetness, coating myself.
"Wait, I'm still—" She starts but cuts off with a gasp when I push inside slowly.
I dive inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of me stretching her. When I'm fully seated I pause, giving her body time to adjust.
"You feel perfect wrapped around me." I lean over her, bracing myself on my forearms. "Like you were made just for me."
I start thrusting with slow, deep strokes—nothing frantic or desperate yet. And the steady pressure has her gasping every time I bottom out. I love watching her face twist and contort, and her back arch in enjoyment.
"Wrap your legs around me." I help position them higher on my waist. "That's it."
The new angle has me hitting deeper and she moans with each thrust. I maintain the same slow pace, building the pressure gradually as her nails dig into my shoulders and her breathing picks up.
"Faster." She rocks her hips to meet my thrusts. "Please, I need more."
"Hey, why rush something amazing?" I purr, and Tatiana grips my hips hard, digging her nails in.
I continue the slow, deep strokes and feel her getting closer again from the way she's starting to tighten around me. Only then do I increase the pace slightly.
"Yes." Her head falls back. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I reach between us and find where we're joined, circling that bundle of nerves with my thumb. The added stimulation has her gasping and clinging to me.
"Oh, God," she grunts. "So close."
"Yeah, me too." I can feel my own control starting to slip. "Come with me this time."
I increase both the pace of my thrusts and the pressure from my thumb. She's right on the edge and I'm not far behind.
"Now." I drive into her harder. "Let go."
When she lets loose, so do I. I feel her pulsing around me, her walls fluttering as a roar rips from her chest. And I grab her hips so hard she yelps but I can't help it. The orgasm is powerful and my balls feel like they'll explode until I feel the white-hot pulsing and my seed dumps into her.
"Shit," I growl, gritting my teeth, and Tatiana's fingernails dig in harder, feeling like they're drawing blood.
"Oh, God," she breathes, and I slow my thrusts, pumping in and out of her a few more times before I seat myself fully and loosen my grip.
Her legs fall slack, hands dropping to her belly, and I feel her juices running down my balls. I can't even think straight as the endorphins go nuts inside my body. I feel drugged and relaxed, and I feel giddy inside.
"I fucking love you, you know that?" I tell her, and instead of feeling the panic of losing control or the fear of my enemies ruining me with my weakness, I feel powerful. Like loving this woman makes me ten times stronger than any man alive.
"I know it…" she says, grinning. "I fucking love you too. And I'm doing my job. You can protect me if you want, but you can't get in my way."
I feel like we still need to have words about this, but how can I stop her? Especially when my brother has made his mind up.
"I'm not happy," I tell her.
"You don't have to be happy. You're stronger when you're pissed off. Now kiss me, you fool."
I lean down and kiss her and think of every reason in the world this is a bad choice. But right now, the only thing coming to mind is how incredible it feels to be buried inside her. And if I get to come home to this every day, then maybe it's worth the risk.