He flicks his tongue, circling my throbbing clit. My breath is coming out in needy pants now, my body writhing restlessly beneath him, begging for release.
Then he slips two fingers inside me, curving them upward to that spot deep inside while he continues to suckle my flesh. I arch off the floor, releasing his hair to claw at his shoulders as my body trembles violently.
“Oh my God!” I cry as a familiar yet unbearable pressure starts to build in my core.
“Yes, that's it! Come for me,kukolka,” Dmitri says against my aching flesh, and a wave of pleasure crashes through my body.
“I need to feel you inside me,” I pant, my voice dripping with a desperate urgency.
I’m shameless now, and I don’t care. I just want him inside of me, filling me up…
“As my lady pleases,” he says with a teasing smile that does nothing to hide the raw hunger in his eyes.
He spreads my thighs and wedges himself between them, then nudges the tip of his cock past my entrance, slowly sliding into me.
The sound of our combined moans fills the room, the pleasure zapping through my entire body in electric waves.
“Fuck,” he groans, sinking all the way until he's fully buried deep in me.
Oh, this is divine.
Then, he starts to move, teasing me with drawn-out, hard thrusts until I feel like I might actually combust. I can feel myself getting closer with each stroke. I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing him closer with my heels.
“You’re so fucking sexy. So beautiful, baby girl,” Dmitri mutters into my ear, kissing my jaw, my neck, every part of my face. “You're perfect, Mireille.”
I moan in response.
“Your pussy is so sweet I could fuck you all night,” he says, thrusting faster and harder. My nails dig deeper into his back. I love when he talks like this, his sexy, deep voice vibrating against my skin.
He slows down his pace, reaching out to trail his thumb gently over my cheekbone, drawing out the moment. The tenderness in his eyes is my last straw…and I let go.
My walls contract around his cock, spasming uncontrollably. I squeeze my thighs against his hips until he loses control. He lets out a deep growl, his body shaking with the strength of his orgasm.
***
Dmitri
The evening hadn’t gone exactly as I’d planned, thanks to Mireille’s unexpected game of strip chess. Not that I'm complaining.
She’s impossible to resist when she’s like that: clever, teasing, absolutely in control even when she doesn’t realize it. And truthfully, I like it that way. She’s the only one who can make me forget the rules, forget the world I live in.
After we’ve cleaned up, we move around the living room picking up the scattered chess pieces. The board lies crooked on the rug, the pieces strewn across it like the aftermath of a quiet war.
“Where’s your queen?” she asks, scanning the floor. “I could’ve sworn it was right here.”
I stay silent for a moment, watching her as she kneels to look beneath the couch, her gorgeous ass curved perfectly in the air. My cock starts to stir to life again, and it's taking everything inside of me not to pull her in and make love to her. Again. For the third time in a row.
But not now. I can't let myself be distracted again.
She turns when she realizes I’ve gone still. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say softly. “Just…watching my greatest distraction.”
She rolls her eyes, despite the adorable blush spreading across her cheeks. “You’re impossible.”
“True.”
When she straightens up, she finds me kneeling behind her. She startles slightly, laughing. “What are you doing down there?”
