Dmitri #2
I tossed my clothes into the hamper with a careless flick and slid under the plush covers.
Shuffling to the center of the bed, I wrapped an arm around Lara’s slender waist, pulling her gently yet firmly toward me.
In her drowsy state, she didn’t resist. Her body molded perfectly against mine, a warmth that was both soothing and electrifying.
The intoxicating blend of jasmine and roses filled my senses as I inhaled deeply, indulging in her scent.
Despite knowing she would be sore from the way I had brutally claimed her earlier, the desire to have her again burned fiercely within me.
Perhaps drawing her close wasn’t the wisest choice, for just the thought of losing myself in her again stirred an undeniable response within me.
Her body was astonishingly perfect, tailor-made to embrace my cock with a snugness that was beyond belief.
Each thrust had been a tantalizing battle to maintain control and not surrender to the overwhelming pleasure too soon. It was sheer bliss.
She let out a soft moan against my arm and then, unexpectedly, rolled over to place a tender kiss on my cheek before nestling her head against my chest. “I’m sorry for doubting you,” she murmured.
Gently, I adjusted my position, lowering my lips to meet hers.
This kiss was not a fierce, possessive display of ownership, but rather a tender expression of how much I cherished her.
Now, more than ever, the urge to worship her surged through me.
I traced my lips down the graceful line of her neck, my fingers lightly hooking beneath the delicate straps of her silk nightgown and easing them off her shoulders.
Soft whimpers and cries escaped her lips as I captured one of her nipples, nibbling it gently between my teeth while my other hand tenderly caressed its twin.
“Dmitri,” she breathed.
A smile spread across my face like a slow sunrise as my name dripped from her mouth like honey.
Inching lower down her body, I bunched the soft fabric of her nightgown between my calloused fingers, lifting it up and over her head. It was like unveiling a masterpiece with each inch of her creamy white skin revealed. Perfect.
I trailed my hand down her taut stomach, feeling her muscles tense under my touch, before twisting the thin, damp fabric of her lace panties in my fingers. I tugged gently, drawing them down her long legs, and tossed them aside.
My teeth grazed and nipped at her upper thigh, leaving faint indentations in her tender flesh. She yelped, then moaned, a symphony of surprise and pleasure echoing through the room. I moved lower, delving between her legs where the scent of her arousal was heady and intoxicating.
“Oh, fuck… Dmitri…”
Her voice was a breathless whisper, a plea for more.
I growled, a primal sound from deep within my chest as my tongue snaked inside her. She whined in pleasure, her body begging for more, like a greedy supplicant.
Dragging my tongue up to her clit, I wrapped my lips around her aching bud, devouring it mercilessly. I swirled my tongue over her hard button, feeling her moan wildly beneath me. Her hips began to buck and gyrate, pushing against my mouth in a desperate dance of desire.
Cries tumbled from her lips like a waterfall, unbidden and raw, as I dragged my tongue up and down her pussy lips. I swirled it around her clit, while delivering sharp spanks to her ass, one cheek and then the other, to halt her frantic movements.
Dragging two fingers over her slippery lips, I slowly sank them into her, feeling her tighten around me like a vise. Lara gasped at the intrusion, her back arching off the bed, a silent plea for more.
“I can feel your greedy little pussy squeezing my fingers, kukolka . So fucking tight,” I rasped against her thigh, nipping at the skin, making her gasp.
Adding a third finger, I could feel her body shudder, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
“That’s it, kukolka , squeeze,” I groaned as I curled all three of them inside her, feeling her walls clamp down. “I want you to feel how fucking full you will be when my cock is inside you.”
As I continued to drag my tongue over her clit, swirling while fucking her with my fingers, I could feel her getting hotter and wetter, her body tensing on the verge of going over the edge. With another strike to her ass, she broke, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Her screams of ecstasy echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure resonating against my fingers as her hips undulated against my mouth, like waves crashing against the shore.
Before she could fully catch her breath, I flipped her over, her body supple and willing beneath my touch. I positioned myself behind her, the heat of her slick entrance beckoning me.
Tangling my hand in her hair, I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a low growl, “Now, it’s my turn to take what is mine.”
In one swift, fluid motion, I plunged forward, burying myself deep inside her. Lara gasped, her hips rocking back and forth, sheathing me completely. My hand tightened in her hair, tugging her head back, as I ground deeper and deeper inside her, a primal rhythm taking over.
I hissed in pleasure, the sound escaping through clenched teeth as I moved with intensity, our bodies slapping together in a filthy, erotic symphony.
So fucking good
I moved my hand, still glistening with her juices, to her lips, sinking my fingers into her mouth, wanting her to taste the essence of her own desire. Her sweet, musky scent filled the air, a heady perfume that intoxicated me.
Little did she know, her sweet little cunt had power over me, a power I wanted to possess, to control, to dominate.
I removed my fingers from her mouth and grasped her hips, my grip firm, showing her that she was mine to command.
“That’s it, kukolka . Come for me. Show me how a good slut comes for her husband,” I growled, my voice hoarse with lust.
My world exploded, and I tipped over the precipice. The orgasm tore through my core, muscles twisting and contorting as ecstasy thundered through me, my vision blurring into a blaze of white-hot pleasure.