18. Adriana
18
ADRIANA
His kisses start gentle, soft even, but they increasingly become hungry. He tastes of champagne and smells of the ocean.
Hands in my hair, lips against mine, chest to my chest. He takes me over bit by bit. Like a general conquering new land, he slowly but surely breaks down my defenses.
I almost don’t notice or register it when the straps of my dress are pushed down, the sweetheart neckline following their path, until my breasts are exposed.
He palms them in his rough hands, and I shiver at the sensation of his calloused thumbs brushing over my nipples. I let out soft moans as he caresses me, his mouth never leaving mine, as the breeze brushes over my sensitized skin.
As he peels the dress farther down, the wind over my shoulders, back, breasts, becomes like a second lover. Everything is heightened and strangely dreamlike. This doesn’t feel real. Any of it.
Maybe I’m in shock. Maybe I shouldn’t make decisions right now like giving dangerous men my virginity, but my body is already five steps ahead of my mind, and she’s yearning for this.
For him.
He breaks the kiss, and I watch him as we both breathe heavily. His hands smooth down my arms, as if petting me or soothing me.
He’s beautiful .
He’d probably not thank me for describing him that way. I imagine in his world, men can only be hard and dangerous, and women are the pretty ornaments. But he could light up any room. His bone structure is striking, his jaw hard, his lips an oasis of softness in the sharp lines of his face.
Then there are those eyes. Those incredible eyes. Mine are deep blue like the depths of the ocean, but his are like the tropical waters near the shoreline of a South Pacific island. They change color depending on the lighting, his mood, and other things that I can’t guess at.
His dark hair is thick, and he has a smattering of ever-present stubble on his jaw, that some days seems to be almost a short beard, and others is back to the heavy stubble. It suits him, but I wonder what he looks like shaved of that growth. Younger? More handsome?
I brush my fingers over the short hair along his jaw, liking the way it prickles slightly.
I giggle when he gently bites my finger and then snaps his perfect white teeth at me.
His gaze drifts lazily down my body. As if he’s in no rush, he stares at my throat, the hollow at the base of it, and his finger follows his white-hot stare. It brushes down the column of my neck, dips into the hollow of my throat, and traces the delicate bones of my decolletage.
As his gaze dips lower to my breasts, his finger follows and traces a pattern around the edge of my nipple, tracing the pink of my areola.
When he bends his head and takes my nipple into the hot, wet heat of his mouth, I gasp.
He sucks me in hard and laves just a touch of teeth over the sensitive flesh. I instinctively grab his head and pull him to me, wanting more. Harder.
Dimitri obliges and sucks on me with a ravenous groan. He presses my breasts together and flicks his tongue over both nipples. I squirm with the pleasure and the intensifying ache between my legs. I rearrange myself, so that I’m straddling him, and oh-sweet-heaven I have something hard to press my aching core against.
His thick length is hefty, and I wriggle against it, seeking friction and relief.
He presses upward, giving me more of his hardness to rub against.
Oh God, the things he’s doing to my breasts. He’s now pushed them hard together, and he sucks both nipples into his mouth at once, licking and gently biting. I gasp and press down against him.
Maybe I’ve been so stressed and pent-up that I need the release. Or, perhaps it’s because I haven't touched myself in a long time because being at Hana’s wasn’t inducive to me feeling remotely sexy. Not when I could hear her and my father having noisy, drunken sex through the walls.
Whatever the reason, I can shockingly feel an orgasm building.
I should stop squirming against him. I’m using this man as my own personal sex toy, but it’s so delicious, and I’m so lost in it.
He adds an extra sharp nip to his bite, and I fall.
I writhe against him, pressing down as hard as I can as I chase the orgasm that hits. It’s nowhere near enough, because the friction isn’t quite right, and I moan against him as I shamelessly rub myself on his cock.
He pulls his mouth away from my nipples and stares at me through hooded eyes.
“Did you just come?”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, as the tiny aftershocks surge through me.
“Sorry? Don’t be sorry. Fuck, that’s so hot.”
He stands and takes me with him. My legs automatically go around his waist, my arms around his neck as I cling to him. He marches into the bedroom and places me on the huge bed.
I was tied to this bed mere days ago, but that’s a distant memory in this strange dream world I’ve descended into.
“I made a promise about this dress,” he says.
His big, strong hands grab the material, and he tears it in half, right down the middle. Then, to my shock, he does the same to my panties.
“I might tear all your clothes from you this way,” he growls.
My clit pulses.
“Then just buy you new ones.”
“Could become expensive,” I pant.
“The best hobbies always are.”
A laugh gurgles out of me, but it’s broken off when he pulls me roughly to the edge of the bed, pushes my thighs apart, and lowers his head.
The moment his tongue hits me is like an electric shock to my senses.
No one has done this to me before.
It feels wrong but delicious at the same time. Naughty but nice. Forbidden but oh-so-divine.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
He flicks his tongue over my clit, and the aftershocks turn into something else. He spreads my lips and works my clit, flicking it, then alternating with softer licks, until I’m mindless with it all.
No way can I come again so soon, but he’s like a magician. It’s as if his tongue has a degree in my needs. He sucks my entire pussy into his mouth and then flicks hard on my clit, and I explode.
This orgasm isn’t half-hearted; this is like a fucking train hitting me. I cry out so loudly I clamp my hand over my mouth.
Dimitri pushes a finger slowly in me as my orgasm continues to wrack me. He pushes it in deep and adds a second.
I’m still coming, and my muscles contract around his fingers. I grip the bed sheets with my free hand, moaning into the palm of the one I have covering my mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Adriana. You’re so fucking responsive.” He kisses my thigh and continues working his fingers in me.
“How does that feel?” he asks. “Painful?”
“No. I have a vibrator.”
His head snaps up. “How do you use it?”
“Erm, on my clit mostly, but sometimes, when I’m about to come, I put it inside me and come on it.”
“Holy shit, I’m buying you a vibrator tomorrow, and you’re going to do that for me.”
I am? The idea embarrasses me, but then he does something that takes my mind off everything. He crooks his fingers inside me, bending them and pushing ,and he hits something that has my ass jerking up off the bed.
“Oh, God,” I squeak. “Oh, shit. What’s that? Oh, fuck.”
He laughs, and it’s dark and dangerous. “You responsive Littleblue you.”
“What is…”
I moan long and out of control as he flicks my clit with his tongue while his fingers press that spot.
What is he doing to me?
Fear starts to seep in. I’m totally out of control of my body. This is too much, too intense. I think I’m going to come again, but I can’t. I’m scared of it. But then, he stops.
He stands and undresses. I watch as he takes his clothes off. He does it quickly, throwing them to the side, not looking at where they land.
His physique as it is revealed to me is awe-inspiring. He’s like a natural wonder of the world. He’s tall and massive, and his muscles are so fucking sexy.
He pulls his boxer briefs down, and I stare in shock at the size of him. I’ve seen dicks before, and I’ve given my ex the odd blow job, but holy shit. Dimitri could have a second career in porn if crime stops paying.
He’s long and thick, so thick. I start to laugh then, and his face darkens.
“That’s not really the reaction I was hoping for,” he drawls.
“I’m sorry. It’s just my friend always used to say to guys who boasted about having a big dick, length or girth , and boy, you have both in spades.”
I stare at it anew. “Is that going to fit?”
It’s his turn to laugh. “It will fit. You’re ready.” He strokes a finger down my folds. “You’re wet. So hot too.”
He shocks me when he gently spanks my pussy. What the hell? That’s … so depraved. My pussy loves it, though, and my clit pulses anew.
Dimitri picks me up and carefully scoots me up the bed, and then he settles between my thighs again and licks my clit more. What’s he doing? “I thought we were going to do the sex now,” I blurt out.
He seems to love the taste of me. He glances up at me. “This is doing the sex ,” he says. “I’m getting you edged good and ready.”
Edged?
He continues sucking and licking at me, and I almost fall over that edge, but just as my thighs tense, he stops. He repeats this torture three more times, and then he adds his fingers, putting them inside me and fucking me with them.
As the orgasm approaches, I’m so close I’m sweating when he stops and pulls his fingers out. My body jerks at the loss of contact, as if getting an electric shock. I moan and reach down, about to press against myself and ride it out, but he grabs my wrists in one hand, moves up my body, and holds them above my head. “No, Littleblue. That’s not allowed.”
“I need to come,” I moan.
This must be a dream because this can’t be me. I’m not this carnal, greedy creature. I’m a nerd who likes books and once a week would sneakily use my vibe.
“You’re going to Littleblue, but on my cock.”
He kisses me and bites my shoulder as he presses himself against me. He parts my lips and guides the tip of himself into me.
I tense a little, the enormity of this moment hitting me.
“Play with your clit,” he demands as he releases one of my hands. “Touch it, the way you like.”
My cheeks flush. I can’t do that in front of him.
“Too shy, huh?” He laughs.
His free hand does it instead. He gently flicks and circles my clit as he pushes his way inside me. It doesn’t really hurt. I think my vibrator probably broke my hymen a long time ago.
But then, he gets deeper, and the stretch begins to ache.
My face screws up a little as the pain hits.
“Breathe through it, Adriana; it will pass once I’m all the way in.”
Sweat beads across his forehead, and he’s clearly struggling to take it slow. I’m grateful in this moment for his self-control because he’s big, and he’d hurt me if he rammed it in.
Once he’s pushed slowly deep inside me, he stills, and I feel him, letting myself adjust to his size stretching me, filling me.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Adriana. If you need me to stop, say so.”
I nod.
He pulls out and slides back in. Ouch. I tense a little, but he keeps on going, and his fingers are on my clit again. He bends his head and sucks a nipple, scraping it with sharp teeth, sending a delicious thrill through me, and the thrusts become something other than painful.
They send a dark delight coursing through me. He’s hitting me deep inside, and it aches a little, but it’s also delicious.
Then he changes angle, once, twice, and he lifts my hip, hitching it over his lower back as he shifts again and then, holy shit, he’s hitting that place again. That too-much-I’m-going-to-die-from-pleasure place.
He lets go of my clit, and his body presses deeper against mine, no room for either of our hands now. His body gives my clit friction every time he hits deep, and his cock rubs that place inside me, and I think I might faint.
I climb and climb, as my breath comes in gasps, and my hands go all tingly and strange, and then I fall.
I fall so hard I scream and convulse and squeeze, and then I shatter and break, and everything recedes until all that is left are the waves drowning me.
Then I float.