This is wrong. This is the worst possible decision I could make. But I can't seem to make myself stop.
His hands pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room. My bra follows seconds later, and then his mouth is on my breast and I arch into him with a gasp.
"You're so fucking beautiful." His teeth graze my nipple and I dig my fingers into his shoulder. "I've wanted this since the first time I saw you."
I can't form words when his tongue circles my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation shoots straight between my legs and I rock my hips against him seeking friction. His other hand comes up to palm my other breast and he rolls the nipple between his fingers while continuing to work the first one with his mouth.
"God, I want you," I moan, and I feel him smile against my skin.
"Say it again." He releases my nipple with a wet pop and moves to the other one. "I want to hear you say my name while I make you fall apart."
"Dimitri." I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him against me. "Please."
"Please what?" He bites down gently, and I cry out. "Tell me what you want."
"Touch me." I'm not above begging at this point. Between the strange chemistry that's been building between us and the buzz of the vodka, I don't even want to resist him anymore. I want his dick inside me making me come so hard, I forget my name.
He releases my breast and his hands move to my pants. He pops the button open and slides the zipper down too slowly until I lift my hips and he pulls my pants down along with my underwearin one smooth motion. I'm forced to stand temporarily, and he grins at seeing me there.
The cool air hits my bare skin, and I shiver. He tosses my clothes onto the floor and then his hands are on me, guiding me to the bed.
It's his turn to stand and shed his shoes and jacket as I lie down in front of him, and he spreads my thighs. "Spread wider," he growls in a lusty tone. "I want to see all of you."
I let my knees fall open, and his hands slide up my inner thighs. His thumbs brush close to where I need him most but don't quite touch me there. He's teasing me, and from the look on his face, he's enjoying every second of it.
"You're already so wet." One thumb swipes through my folds and my hips jump. "I can see how much you want this."
"Stop teasing." I reach down to grab his wrist, but he catches my hand and pins it to the bed beside my hip.
"I'll touch you when I'm ready." He leans down and presses a kiss to my inner thigh. "And not a second before."
Then Dimitri's mouth moves higher, and I hold my breath waiting for him to reach where I'm aching for him. But instead he switches to my other thigh and starts pressing kisses there too. Slow, torturous kisses that make me want to scream with frustration.
"Please." I'm definitely begging now. "Dimitri, please." I want him so much, it hurts.
"Since you asked so nicely." His breath ghosts over my center and then his tongue is on me, and I see stars.
He licks a slow stripe from bottom to top before circling my clit with his tongue. The sensation is overwhelming and I grip the sheets beneath me trying to ground myself. He does it again and again until I'm rocking my hips against his face chasing more pressure.
His hands grip my thighs and hold me in place while his tongue works me over. He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit until I can't tell where one sensation ends and another begins. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly come off the bed.
"Oh, God." My back arches and my thighs try to close around his head but his hands keep me spread open. "Don't stop."
He doesn't stop. Instead he slides one finger inside me while his mouth continues its assault on my clit. The dual sensation makes my vision blur, and I can feel the orgasm building low in my stomach. Then he adds another finger and curls them upward, hitting a spot that makes me moan and writhe.
"That's it." He pulls back just enough to speak against my swollen flesh. "I can feel you getting close. Let go for me."
His fingers move faster and his mouth returns to my clit with renewed intensity. The pressure builds and builds until I can't hold back anymore. The orgasm crashes through me, and I grunt his name while my entire body tenses then settles into a series of convulsions and twitches. He works me through it with his fingers and tongue until the waves finally subside and I collapse back against the pillows.
I may be drunk and a bit emotional, but that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life and I want more.
"Beautiful." Dimitri pulls his fingers out slowly and brings them to his mouth. "You taste even better than I imagined."
I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. My body's still humming from the orgasm, but I can already feel desire building again when I see the bulge straining against his pants.
He stands up and strips off his remaining clothes. When he's finally naked, I can see exactly how much he wants this. His dick is hard and flushed and there's already precum beading at the tip. He wraps his hand around himself and strokes slowly while looking at me spread out on his bed.
"Turn over." When he speaks now, something inside me wants to obey him, like he's put a spell on me and I’m in a trance. "On your hands and knees."
