Dimitri by Roxie Rivera Page A

then
retreated. The tight tendons in his neck and his shallow breaths
showed how much he was fighting the primal urge to bury his cock
deep in my throat. He kept his baser needs in check and showed me
just how much he appreciated my trust in him by taking my mouth
with cautious strokes. I hummed around his pumping cock and made
sure to flutter my tongue over the weeping crown, sucking the
droplets of pre-cum glistening from the tip.
    "Enough," he said with a groan and pulled free.
His cock visibly throbbed as he denied himself the orgasm he
clearly wanted.
    A moment later, he was on his knees and shoving
me onto my back. He grasped my knees and opened my legs wide. He
dragged a finger through my tender folds, swirling it around my
clit and then letting it slide lower to push inside my slick
channel. Hearing his soft groans while I had my mouth on him had
gotten me so excited.
    "You're so fucking wet." He lowered his face
and placed a kiss right on top of my clit. "Does sucking my cock
make you hot, Benny?"
    Breathless, I confessed, "Yes."
    He added a second finger in my soaking channel.
"Do you want me to lick you? Do you want to come with my tongue on
your cunt?"
    I gasped at his rough language but answered
honestly. "Yes. Please, Dimitri!"
    With a hungry groan, he dropped his mouth to my
pussy. As if ravenous, he attacked my clit. His tongue circled the
swollen nub and flicked around it. I lifted my hips and clawed at
his shoulders as he drove me crazy with that wicked, wicked mouth.
The fingers buried in my wet depths moved in and out at a steady
pace. He curved them up just enough—and I saw stars.
"Oooh!"
    He suckled my clit, pulling the pink pearl
between his lips and rolling his tongue over it. The fingers
pressing against my G-spot sent me over the edge. Howling with
pleasure, I cried out again and again as he pushed me higher and
higher into the realm of ecstasy.
    His mouth crashed to mine. We kissed
frantically and groped one another. I whined like a sad little
puppy when he pulled away from me to grab a condom from the pocket
of his jeans. In an instant, he was back and petting my lower
belly. Our mouths touched again. Lip locked, we exchanged
passionate kisses while he ripped the condom wrapper.
    I was panting and gripping his forearm as he
sheathed himself. He grabbed my hips and dragged my bottom right to
the very edge of the couch cushions. With one powerful thrust, he
impaled me. "Dimitri!"
    "You can take me," he said, his voice gruff and
filled with intense need. His fingers bit into the soft flesh of my
thighs as he pushed my knees toward my chest and started to fuck
me. There was nothing gentle or tender about our coupling now. He
took me hard and fast—and just the way I wanted it.
    "Oh! Oh! Ahhh !" I cried out in sheer pleasure.
Every deep stroke of his cock set my body on fire. He pinched my
nipples, tugging lightly on the dusky peaks until they buzzed. The
delicious ache amplified the throbbing pulse between my
thighs.
    Dimitri brought my fingers to his lips. He
sucked on my fingertips and got them nice and slick. He pushed my
hand down to the spot where we were joined. "Rub your clit for me.
Make yourself come."
    My belly flip-flopped at his command. Shyness
overwhelmed me, but one look into his smoky, lust-filled eyes and I
couldn't find the strength to say no. Wanting to come while he
pounded me with that big, fat cock, I swirled my fingertips over
the bundle of nerves that clamored for attention. It didn't take
much stimulation to put me on edge.
    Lower belly trembling and toes curling, I found
it hard to breathe. My gaze locked with his as he slammed into me
again and again, his cock bottoming out before it retreated to just
the head buried inside me.
    Over and over, he took me, faster and harder
until I screamed his name and descended into the blissful grip of
orgasm. A split-second later, he followed me. A string of Russian
words left his lips and he collapsed against me, shuddering and
jerking