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His hand trails down the front of my stomach, eliciting goosebumps on the way down, and his thumb finds my clit, and he begins to circle. My breath hitches as we stare at one another intimately, perhaps disbelieving also. How many times had I secretly wished for this? How many times had I ignored the fluttering sensation he gave me? I always knew Dmitri was not good for someone like me, and yet I can’t help but sink into him.
Dmitri catches my bottom lip and kisses me as slowly and sensually as his thumb lazily rolls my sensitive nerves. A finger rubs against my opening, and a low grunt escapes him. “So wet for me already, sweetheart.”
I let out a shuddering breath because everything he touches comes to life like he’s my very next breath. He slips in a finger and I moan. He’s gentle, careful, and precise. He kisses me again as if he can’t get enough of me, and I let myself get carried away as if this could be forever.
That I’m safe and alive in his arms.
A second finger. I moan out his name as I arch into him, my body naturally beginning to ride his hand to meet with him every time to hit the spot. His other hand grabs the clip in my hair, and it falls away in loose curls.
He’s staring at me now as I shamelessly ride his hand. A breeze sweeps through, and the city behind him looks like twinkling stars. His hand pushes away the hair in my face as his hand gently goes to press against my throat but he thinks better of it as he says. “So, fucking beautiful.”
Confidence floods me as I ride his hand, feeling like a goddess in a temple. He slips in a third finger, and it stretches me, widening my neglected limits. It’s almost painful, but I grit through it, knowing that his cock will be all the more fulfilling.
A build-up begins, and I ride his hand harder, using his palm as friction as I ride myself to oblivion. I lean back and scream his name as he holds me up. I ride the wave on pure bliss and adrenaline. No man has ever made me feel like that…
Powerful.
Worshipped.
In control.
Cared for in a way that I can’t entirely understand.
When my eyes burst open, Dmitri removes his hand and licks two of his fingers for a taste. I should be horrified, but the pounding of my pussy only strengthens. More, I want more.
I lick my lips, grateful to Dmitri for giving me this.
This place.
This moment.
This bliss.
I go to grab his bulging cock, but he snatches my hand and presses a kiss to my palm.
“Why?” I ask. Am I not enough? Does he not want this? Am I not attractive to him?
“Because tonight is about you, Cricket. And as much as I want you. And let me assure you, it’s taking a ridiculous amount of restraint... I want you to be sure.”
He grabs his suit jacket, throws it over my shoulders and places me on his lap.
At first, I’m confused. But I also realize Dmitri is treating me differently than any of the women I saw him casting attention to in university. For some reason, it makes me feel even more important. I cling to that notion, locking it away in a box that I can keep as a memory forever.
“It’s kind of cruel when all I can feel is your dick,” I remark as my core is still pounding. Satisfied but greedy.
He chuckles as he presses a kiss on my forehead, and it’s so opposite to the flings I’d seen him have. In fact, I’d never seen Dmitri be affectionate toward anyone.
“Then you and I can both suffer, Cricket.”
19
DMITRI
Ican’t sleep. Instead, I watch Elanee as she lightly snores in my arms. She wears one of the white robes and insisted on wearing her tight Velcro slippers to sleep in. But in case she still felt cold, I dragged the comforter from inside onto the daybed to pull over her. I could’ve taken her to the bedroom, but know she prefers a breeze.
Having her exposed and vulnerable in my arms was working wonders on me in a sickening way.
I don’t know what he did to her, and I don’t want to be compared to him. But nor have I had the restraint previously to hold back my urges and primal needs for any other woman. Last night had been different, but around her, it always had been. Elanee was too fragile for someone like me. She’d only end up hating me if she understood my selfish tastes.
