32. Chapter 32 #3
She lifted her hips just so that his fingers grazed the soft, spongy spot he’d been looking for.
He tried to keep his composure as he felt around for it again, grazing it a second time and getting a louder moan out of Jackie in response.
The next time he pressed his fingers deeper, he pushed them upwards, making sure that spot felt every inch of his long fingers.
Jackie’s head pressed into the back cushion of the couch, her hands balled against the seat as she clenched around him.
He smiled and kept going, knowing he’d found it. He kept his pace slow, wanting to build the orgasm as long as possible so Jackie would be completely lost in it when it hit.
She swore and clenched around him again, telling him they were nearing the end. He kept his agonizing pace, determined to build to a peak the likes of which she’d never experienced before.
“Dimitri, fuck,” she moaned, reaching to fist his hair instead of the cushion. She could feel the orgasms coming to a head, but another feeling built swiftly along with it.
She instinctively pressed her pelvis into his mouth the moment before the orgasm hit.
She cried out with it, the intensity unlike anything she’d experienced before.
Her ears rang as the usual electric shocks raced up her legs and through her body.
She ground into him, needing more and more.
His fingers picked up speed and pressure with her insistence, sending her crashing over the edge again and again until she couldn’t breathe anymore.
She fell limp against the couch as it finally subsided, fighting to catch her breath. Her head pounded, ears ringing as she panted, “Holy shit.”
She had put sex off for weeks after JP and because she needed to recover from her various fights, but she still hadn’t expected such an intense, layered orgasm. Finally, she opened her eyes to find Dimitri staring at her with a strange, delirious look on his face.
“I think you just…”
“Yeah, I did.” He grinned, the delirious look turning smug. A drop of liquid dripped off his chin and onto his hand, and he licked it off before it could fall any further. Jackie stared at him, the euphoria of the orgasm momentarily sidetracked by his newly damp and dishevelled appearance.
“Why are you all wet?”
“Why am I all wet?” he scoffed. He stood and shucked off his wet T-shirt, tossing it toward the stairs before kneeling forward and bracing both arms on the couch on either side of Jackie’s head. “You have just christened me the only man who has ever given you a G-spot orgasm, and made you squirt.”
Jackie’s mouth fell open, her cheeks turning red as she flip-flopped between embarrassment and getting even more turned on than before.
“I—” She was at a loss for words; instead, she gripped the back of Dimitri’s neck, pulling him toward her to kiss him sloppily. He didn’t fight, letting her tongue roam over his, his lips and down his chin. “Fuck me,” she panted against his cheek. “Fuck me, Dimitri Fraser.”
“I’m going to fuck you, baby. Don’t you worry,” he replied, already pulling his sweats down around his hips. What had begun slow and sensual had swiftly become frantic and needy. “I’m gonna make you do that for me a few more times first, though.”
“You’ll dehydrate me.” She laughed, pulling away for just a moment.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” His mouth claimed hers again, his hands roaming freely over her body before slipping under her shirt to lift it over her head. “You know I’ll always take care of you.”
She hummed against his mouth, her hips bucking toward him in anticipation. He met her the second time, holding himself steady as she landed and wrapped around him.
She gasped softly as she slid down him. The moment paused as they pulled away to stare at each other.
“Are you okay?” he asked between pants. “We… This kind of got out of hand.”
Jackie sighed. “It’s perfect. It’s what I needed.”
Dimitri’s smile returned. His hand swept over her hair to pull her mouth back to his in a firm kiss, pressing her back down on him at the same time. “You know what to say if it’s too much.”
“I know,” Jackie breathed.
He kept his thrusts slow and deep. He wasn’t going to need much after two weeks of going solo and the rush of Jackie’s squirting orgasm. And even though things had gotten out of hand, he still wanted to make sure Jackie was taken care of and not pushed too far.
The kisses were wet as Dimitri kept his rhythm steady.
His orgasm built quickly, and he was spilling into Jackie within minutes.
He didn’t stop kissing or touching her. Every inch of her body was his alone again.
His mouth roved down to her jaw, then her neck.
He bit gently, holding her there long enough to leave a mark.
“Mine,” he breathed through his teeth.
“You can bite me harder, you know,” she teased softly.
“Another time,” he said, releasing her neck to kiss the teeth marks. “Right now? You’re mine.”
“Always.” She smiled, her hands sweeping up his chest and around his neck.
“Always.” His nose and forehead pressed to hers before he pressed another firm and claiming kiss to her lips.