Words fail me at that moment. All I can do is nod.
He continues driving and returns his attention to the road but doesn’t remove his hand from my thigh. The sexual tension slowly grows to insurmountable amounts inside the cabin of his car. I swallow hard as I stare down at his large, tattooed fingers, which are so close to the apex of my thighs. His pinky is literally under my skirt. If I inch forward, his hand would be rightthere.
And my body must literally have a mind of its own, because I find myself sliding forward. And when his fingertips graze against my damp panties, I suck in a harsh breath.
“Savina,” Dimitri whispers, and it sounds like a benediction. I expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. “Did you miss my touch,privighetoare mica?”
“Yes,” I confess. “I miss you all the time.” The words blurt out of my mouth before I can stop them, but it’s the complete truth. Whenever Dimitri is not with me or near me, I feel lonely, empty. I hate it, but it’s my reality.
“I missed you too,” he says, catching me off-guard.
My breath hitches in my throat as his large hand cups my pussy through the material of my panties. “What…what do you miss about me?” I ask as he slowly strokes the seam of my lips through the fabric.
“Your smile. Your laugh. The way your eyes narrow when you first see me, but then eventually they soften. The way your breathing changes whenever I get close to you. Your smell.”
“My smell?” I question, my head feeling fuzzy as he slides my panties to the side and touches my bare pussy.
“Yes.Like wildflowers and vanilla,” he says, continuing his wicked ministrations. “Your scent reminds me of a field I used to play in as a child when I lived in Romania. It reminds me of home.”
I feel like I’m floating as he fingers me in the passenger seat of his car. He drives fast, weaving in and out of traffic, and the thrill of his dangerous maneuvers and the fact that he’s giving me pleasure at the same time has all of my nerve-endings firing at once.
A small moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. “Fuck,” I gasp as I grip the leather seat under me with my right hand.
Dimitri smirks. “I love when you swear,privighetoare mica. It sounds so damn sexy coming from your mouth.”
He dips his fingertips into my pussy and begins to grind the heel of his hand against my clit. I can feel myself dripping into his palm. I’m so embarrassed, but I don’t dare ask him to stop. I’m so close.
“Please, Dimitri,” I beg. “Please make me come.”
A deep growl escapes the back of his throat as he suddenly pulls away from me, leaving me a panting mess. His hand grips the wheel and turns it sharply, pulling over onto the shoulder of the road before we come to a screeching stop, the tires spinning in the gravel. He slams the car into park, and we sit there in heavy silence. I stare at his dark silhouette. As cars go by, his face gets illuminated by their headlights, showing his pinched brow and the scowl on his face. He looks upset. He looks confused. But most of all, he looks ravenous.
After a while, Dimitri finally turns to look at me, his icy blue eyes searing into mine, holding me captive. His gaze slowly moves from my eyes down to my lips, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him. It’s crazy to think that we have never kissed, considering all the other things we have done. I bet his lips are full and soft and demanding. I’ve dreamt about kissing Dimitri a million times, but I bet my fantasies could never live up to reality.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re drunk,” he says with a frustrated groan.
“I’m not that drunk,” I assure him. Ever since we left the club,I’ve been slowly sobering up. It’s going to be a long process, but I’m not completely inebriated, by any means.
Dimitri looks torn, as if he’s trying to decide what he wants to do next. But then I hear him say, “Fuck it,” before he grabs me, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and pulling my mouth to his in a hot, soul-searing kiss that has my heart rate doubling in rhythm.
Every fantasy I’ve ever had of this moment goes straight out the window, because none of them could ever compare to the real thing. His kiss is raw, rough, possessive, and it demands my surrender, which I gladly give to him. I’m practically melting in his hands as his tongue prods at my lips, demanding entry. I open for him, letting him in with no resistance. I want this just as much as he does. And even though we’ve done a lot of sexual things before tonight, this somehow feels way more intimate. It feels like we’re connecting on a whole other level.
Our tongues entwine in desperate need for each other as a shiver runs through me. I’ve never been kissed like this before, and I don’t think I ever will again in the future. His teeth pull at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with apop.
And when he pulls away, I can see the pure, undiluted hunger inside his eyes. I watch as he hits a button and puts his seat back as far as it will go before reaching for my seatbelt and unbuckling it. And then he’s pulling me over the center console and into his lap.
I plant my thighs on either side of his, straddling him, the long length of his arousal hard against my stomach. “Savina,” he whispers, and it sounds almost like a benediction on his lips.
He stares up at me, our faces mere inches from each other, as he hikes up my dress and pulls my thong to the side, exposing me to him. He swipes a finger along my seam, causing me to shudder in response.
I let out a long, shaky breath. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on before in my life. Slowly, deliberately, I rub my slit against his hard length in his pants, and it causes Dimitrito groan.
“Fuck,” he growls before a tremble runs through him, and I love the fact that I can affect him just as much as he affects me.
I feel him reach between us, and then I hear his belt unbuckling and then his zipper being lowered. Our eyes meet as I stare at him, my breathing ragged.Is he going to fuck me?But I see the response to my inner question in his gaze.We can’t.
Instead, he grabs my hips in a bruising grip and grinds me against his cotton-covered cock. My sensitive clit rubs against the material of his boxers, and I groan in the back of my throat.
“Use my cock for your pleasure,privighetoarea mea mica,” he instructs.
