19. Dimitri
19
DIMITRI
She comes with a scream. An actual fucking scream as her mouth gapes open and sounds are knocked from her with each thrust that has me losing myself with her. I come and come, and I growl out my ownership of her as she takes it all. She’s squeezing me so hard with her tight pussy that I see stars.
She falls back, her cheeks covered in tears, her gaze glassy and unfocused.
As my senses return, I look at her in concern. I think I broke my Littleblue.
“Adriana?”
“Hhhmm,” she hums, a tiny smile forming on her beautiful lips.
“Are you okay?”
“Three times,” she slurs. “You made me come three times.”
I pull out of her and being the sick, weird freak I am, move down the bed and spread her legs. I stare at her swollen, glistening pussy and part her lips to see some of my cum trickle out of her.
Two thoughts hit me hard and fast.
One is that I’m utterly fucked because I’ve lost all sense when it comes to this woman. I’ve just taken her and came harder than I have in my life, and I’m already hard again. I want her again. And again.
She’s not leaving. There’s no saying goodbye in a few weeks once things are safe. I can’t be without this . No fucking way.
The second thought hits me with a serious flood of panic.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I say heavily. “I’m clean, but we didn’t talk about birth control.”
“I have the implant,” she says, still sated and sleepy.
“Why, if you’re not having sex?”
She smiles dreamily. “I’m not against sex before marriage, obviously, and I didn’t want to risk an unwanted pregnancy if I did meet someone I wanted enough to take that leap.”
That’s good, but I’m still rattled. How the fuck could I have lost myself in all of this, so much that it only hit me as an afterthought? I’ve never done it bare because I don’t want to expose myself to catching anything, but I knew she was a virgin, so … yeah, my little brain outweighed my big brain, and I totally blanked on the possibilities of her getting pregnant.
Me, the guy who would be the world’s worst father.
My hard dick will have to wait because Adriana falls asleep. She just taps out on me, her eyes closed, her breathing even, that tiny smile still on her perfect mouth. She’s fallen asleep with me staring at her pussy.
For a moment, I’m tempted to slide back in, but that’s fucked up for her first time. So I crawl up the bed and prop myself on my elbow and watch her sleep.
I watch her for almost ten minutes before I start to feel like a deranged stalker. This isn’t normal. She’s so insanely beautiful to me, though. Beyond the objective fact of her being a woman most people would call beautiful, she’s beautiful to me. In a way that is beyond surface allure.
Is this a crush? Am I having my first real crush as a grown man?
This is what teenage girls do, in a way. They stare endlessly at the faces of their idols, blown up in large posters on their bedroom walls and never get bored of looking at them.
Adriana has turned me into a teenage girl. It seems I have the raging hormones too because my dick is still hard.
I pull her to me and try to get some sleep.
Soft warmness is curled up against me. Steady breathing. Hair trailing against my chest. The scent of something floral and yet also slightly spicy. Delicious. Like a fruity dessert that I want to eat.
My eyes blink open, and I’m immediately aware of Adriana next to me. Her ass against my cock. Pressed there, an invite.
How can I resist? Her face is turned away from me, but some of her long hair is brushed out over my chest. Her warm, soft skin is a creamy white temptation.
I run my fingers over her shoulders, taking the sheet down with me as I expose her skin inch by slow inch. She gives a quiet little moan and turns into me.
She mumbles something I can’t quite make out. Sleep slurred and trusting, she burrows against me.
My arms wrap around her, and I kiss the top of her head. She sighs and wiggles. I kiss her again, and her head tips up as our lips find one another. I kiss her and she kisses me, and then we’re just sleepily making out, and it’s glorious.
Soon desire washes the sleep from us, and our hands roam one another, learning, mapping. She rolls onto her back, arms open to me, and I slide in between her legs. I’m inside her with one gentle, smooth thrust as she moans and clings to me.
We move together and at some point, it’s less like we’re fucking and more like we’re simply melting into one another.
I don’t know where I end and she begins. Being surrounded by her like this is driving my need and my obsession to new heights.
We kiss, and my tongue claims her mouth as she stakes her own claim on me. The room is filled with the sounds of our moans and sighs and flesh against flesh.
When I come, she falls with me, her whimpers gentler than before, but she still clenches around me, her fingers digging into my back and shoulders.
We kiss softly as we come down together, and I hold her to me as sleep takes us once more.
The next morning, I wake to find her watching me. She sits up and kneels, and I see her fully naked for the first time in the daylight streaming in through the open balcony doors. Her breasts are full but firm. Her nipples point toward the ceiling, as perky as you like.
Her waist is narrow, and her hips flare out.
A Mona Lisa smile plays about her mouth.
That’s all it takes to make me hard again.
She straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips, and she bends down to kiss me. I fist her hair and groan into her mouth.
“Are you sore?” I ask when the kiss breaks off.
She shakes her head, then shrugs slender shoulders. “Maybe a little. But I want you. I want to feel good the way I did last night. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”
I take hold of her face in my hands and study her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I need to feel you,” she whispers.
Christ. I circle her clit, and she sighs, her head dropping back and her tits sticking out.
I work her until she’s grinding her pussy down against my stomach, and her swollen little clit is sticking out. Then I pull her down my body and tell her to raise herself up.
She does and I grasp my dick. “Sit on my cock,” I order.
Slowly, she sinks down on me, and I want this to be where I am every minute of every day. Seated inside her.
Her mouth parts as she takes me inside herself. I look down and watch her pussy struggling to take me, flaring around me, and then managing as with a grunt of effort she seats herself fully on me.
“Good girl,” I say. “Now work yourself on me, the way you want to.”
“I want to feel that place I felt last night. When I thought I was going to faint, or pee myself. But then it just felt so, so good.”
“Move around until you feel it,” I say as I use my thumb to continue working her clit.
She swivels her hips. And does it again and again. I smile at the expression of pure concentration on her face.
But then she finds that place because her eyes widen, and she lets out a breathy oooh .
She works herself on me, but her face gets tighter and tighter. “I can’t make it feel the same way,” she moans.
I grab her hips and hold her up, and then piston into her. I fuck her hard. Harder than I have before. “Play with your tits. Pinch your nipples,” I order.
She does, her eyes dropping closed as her legs begin to tremble, and her pinching becomes erratic.
I’m desperate to blow my load, but I won’t come until she does. I angle her a little more the way I want her and thrust harder and faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and spots of color highlight her cheeks.
“Look at me,” I demand.
I need her gaze on me when she comes. Need to see what she’s feeling. She does as I say, and her gaze is almost scared as she falls over the edge, coming hard and gushing all over me.
Fuck me, I can’t hold back, and I lose myself in her. I come so hard it’s almost painful.
Then I crush her to me as she collapses on me. We lay there, panting together. Both of us sweaty messes. Instead of the usual slight distaste at the whole act that I often feel immediately after sex, all I can think is that I want to go again.
I need to be inside her again.
And again.
I’m utterly screwed because my cunning master plan has backfired.
Adriana might become addicted to me fucking her, or she might not, but it doesn’t matter because I’m addicted.
Totally and utterly head over heels fucking addicted.
I’m lost.
To this.
To her.