Dimitri by Roxie Rivera

believe that he felt
as strongly as I did. Last night had thrown me for a loop. I wasn't
quite sure what was happening now or where we were going. Lena's
advice came to mind.
    "Dimitri?"
    "Yes?"
    "What…what are we doing?"
    His lips twitched with amusement. "I was
planning to strip you naked and fuck you right here on this couch
until you begged me to stop but I suppose we could watch a movie
instead."
    I gulped as he described the night he had
planned for me before I'd given him the "let's go slow" speech.
"Oh. Um—let's table that and come back to it, okay? But, really, I
meant us. What are we doing? Are we a couple? Are we just screwing
around?"
    His long fingers threaded through my hair.
"Last night was our first date so I think that means we're dating."
His eyebrows rose questioningly. "Unless you only want a sexual
arrangement? Friends with benefits or whatever they call
it."
    "No!" I answered too quickly and he smiled. "I
mean, no. I don't want that kind of arrangement. Dating sounds
good."
    "Then we're dating."
    "Okay."
    "Benny?"
    "Yes?"
    "Let's go back to the topic you
tabled."
    My cheeks grew hot. "What about it?"
    His hand slid under my skirt and moved toward
my panties. "You said you wanted to go slowly." His fingers inched
along my inner thigh. "I can go very, very slowly, if you'd
like."
    Suddenly, my clit throbbed and my pussy ached
for him. Trembling with excitement, I whispered, "Maybe fast is
okay tonight."
    He laughed and captured my mouth. Whimpering, I
clutched his shoulders and prepared to be ravished by him. If my
one night with Dimitri had taught me anything, it was that my big,
sexy Russian was a master when it came to this kind of thing. I
practically vibrated with lust and need.
    He wasted no time pulling off my top and
tossing aside my bra. My skirt and panties quickly followed. He
dragged a soft throw down from the back of the couch and placed it
under me, sparing my hot skin the cold shock of the cool
leather.
    Cradled in the plush couch, I watched him peel
out of his shirt and jeans. All that deliciously tanned skin
beckoned. I ran my greedy hands all over his body. Giving the
waistband of his boxers a little tug, I snapped them back against
him. He chuckled as I pushed them down his hips.
    That fat, thick cock sprang free. I clasped the
steely length of him, stroking from the wide base to the blunt,
ruddy tip. Dimitri sucked in a shuddery breath as my fingers moved
over him. Even though I was sure I would disappoint him with my
less than stellar blow job skills, I had to taste him. I started to
move toward him but he stopped me. Confused, I glanced up at him.
"Don't you want me to…you know?"
    He pushed loose strands of hair behind my ear.
"Yes, but only if you want to, not because you feel like you have
to do it."
    I rolled my eyes. "Of course I want to do
it!"
    He laughed and grasped his erection. "Then open
that pretty little mouth and suck my cock."
    I pushed up on my knees and put my hands on his
hips. Wetting my lips, I let saliva pool on the tip of my tongue
before swiping the full length of him. I dragged my tongue along
the underside of his big shaft before sucking him into my mouth.
His pained groan sent electric zings of excitement arcing through
me. I wanted to make him feel just as good as he'd made me feel
last night.
    There was no way I could take all of him into
my mouth. He was too damned long for that. With my lips stretched
wide, I bobbed up and down on his cock. My hand picked up the
slack, gliding up and down his erection. I could taste the slight
tang of pre-cum as he grew more and more aroused.
    When Dimitri's fingers tangled in my hair, I
glanced up at him. Our gazes met, his eyes questioning and seeking
permission. I understood what he wanted and trusted him not to take
it too far. Relaxing my jaw, I happily waited for him to pump his
cock into my willing mouth.
    Gently at first, he thrust his cock against my
tongue. His nostrils flared as he slid in a few inches and