I’d never had an addictive personality. Drugs, alcohol, gambling, none of it did it for me. When I tasted the euphoria of her on my tongue, I understood addiction, because I wanted to taste her again and again.
I savored her slowly, working her clit into my mouth. Each drip was sweeter than the last, and I knew that it’d never be enough.
Her hands threaded into my hair. Normally I’d be unbuttoning my belt to restrain them, but the needy clench of her fingers left me ravenous.
And when her breath hitched, and I could feel her getting closer? Well, I wouldn’t let the fun end so soon.
When I stopped slurping up her juices, a high-pitched whine left her mouth.
“Stop complaining,” I said, smacking her ass lightly.
Alisa glared at me, hunger and need bordering the irritation. I teased her clit with my hand, but not enough to make her come undone. While she jerked against my palm in an attempt to get closer, I bit down on that fading hickey on her shoulder.
It’d been taunting me, the way it’d been fading away into nothing. I nibbled around her collarbone, and she shuddered on the countertop.
“These must feel a little neglected,” I said, inching up the shirt to expose her beautiful breasts.
I took her nipple into my mouth, and sucked until the words coming out of her mouth were completely nonsensical.
“Such a slut for me,” I said while moving to ministrate to the other one.
Like an addict, I watched her face, memorizing every movement of her mouth and flicker of her eyes. When her legs started shuddering, I moved my mouth back down to her pussy for a final taste of dessert.
I flicked my flattened tongue against the spot that never ceased to drive her crazy. At the same time, I pinched hard on her nipple. The warring pleasure and pain shot Alisa straight into an orgasm.
As I watched her body jerk against the counter, I knew I’d never get the craving for this taste out of my system.
Chapter forty-two
Alisa
“Stay here until I get back,” Dmitri had said after he’d left me a dripping, quivering mess on his kitchen island.
After I’d come up for a shaky breath of air, he’d checked his phone, and nonchalantly walked out the front door. For a while, all I’d been able to do was stare slack-jawed at the door, my body still shuddering from the aftershocks of his mouth.
As I slowly lowered myself off the counter, I realized that no other man had ever sought the pinnacle of my pleasure without chasing their own. Was that why he’d told me to stay? So he could finish the job later.
My heart thudded at the idea. I slowly inched the clothing back on my body and started wandering around the house. The caress of the perfectly heated house wrapped me in its warmth.
I was just dreading going back to my shitty apartment. That’s the only reason I was still here.
My coping sounded like a lie even in my own head.
Every inch of Dmitri’s apartment was in perfect shape. There were no dirty clothes flung onto his bed, and his bedsheetshad the perfect hospital tuck. One room was locked shut, and my fantasies went into overdrive as I tried to imagine what lay beyond it. It’d probably just end up being an office containing a bunch of personal documents.
Still the mystery was tantalizing in its own way. Dmitri was a perfectly wrapped box that allowed no one to access what lay underneath. What ruffled his feathers? What secrets did he hide beyond those haunting gray eyes?
I leaned back into the heavenly couch, enjoying the luxurious feel of it against my completely wrung out body. My phone buzzed, and the only text that could force me to leave this incredible couch appeared on my phone.
“I’m free this afternoon,” Natalya’s text read.
I shoved my face into the couch, and groaned. I’d been trying to track Natalya down and talk to her about Roman ever since that evening I’d seen the two of them together. And of course the one moment I was actually content and happy, I needed to leave.
My thoughts trailed off when I spied my reflection in the mirrored tv. Ididlook happy. My eyes weren’t flickering from place to place, tracking the movements of some unseen danger. My jaw was relaxed and…
Was that a smile on my face?
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this good. Granted, the orgasm was fantastic. I’m pretty sure I drenched Dmitri’s countertop more thoroughly than any splashed sink water ever had.
