Page 11 of Between Desire and Denial
I glanced behind me at the window. Could people see into this suite?
“Don’t want anyone to see?” His voice sounded as if it was taunting me almost. “If you’re nervous, we can turn all the lights off.”
I whipped back around to unzip the dress and then I let it fall to pool at my feet. I would manage to exude as much confidence as he did even if I had to fake it. “Do I seem nervous?”
“Undo your bra and get rid of your panties. Show me all of you. I’ll judge how nervous you are then.”
I undid my bra and let that fall too, holding his stare the whole time. When his gaze finally drifted to the rest of my body, I pushed down my panties and let out a breath. My knees were practically shaking, along with my whole body, but I wasn’t going to admit to it. I’d never had sex in front of a window before or done anything remotely like this. Rufford had been vanilla, but I knew as Dimitri’s eyes glowed with hunger, he was anything but.
“Fuck me. You’re as pretty as an angel, Olive, and I normally fuck like I’m in hell. Maybe I’m the one who needs a drink,” he murmured before turning to the minibar and grabbing a bottle of champagne. “Want a little champagne?”
I shrugged. “It’s your bottle to open.” I saw the brand name and tried not to wince. I knew luxury, and I knew there was a $100,000 price tag on something like that. “And pay for. We probably won’t finish it. It would be a waste.”
“I own the hotel, Olive.” He popped the cork and walked forward. “It’s mine to waste, right?”
I was so mesmerized with how close he was to me, how exposed I felt standing there completely naked in just my heels, that I didn’t answer.
He chuckled and then murmured in my ear, “Open your mouth. Let me give you a taste.”
This I could do. I could listen even if I couldn’t talk. I closed my eyes, my heart beating fast, and opened my mouth slightly.
I felt Dimitri’s hand go to my neck before his thumb moved over my pulse point. “Open wider, and eyes on me, Olive.” I snapped them open and frowned at him in question. Why did he care if I was looking at him? Like he could read my mind, he said, “I want to see that pretty color in your eyes all night when I’m bringing you to the brink.”
Staring into his emerald eyes, completely naked, as he tipped the bottle felt much too intimate for the one-night stand Iwanted. And then he took it to the next level when he squeezed my neck hard enough that the liquid couldn’t flow down nor could I breathe. It was just a few seconds of him filling my mouth with champagne, of the bubbles fizzling on my tongue, of him holding my gaze but my whole body shivered, my nipples tightened, and I was instantly wet.
He eased off his grip and watched as I drank it. “You swallow like you want my cock in your throat, pretty girl. Do you?” he asked before he used his thumb to tip my chin up and expose my neck. Then, he did the most ridiculous thing. He poured that hundred thousand dollars’ worth of champagne on my throat, my breasts, and down my stomach. The fizzy liquid ran over my clit and my thighs. He set the bottle on the counter and wasted no time sucking the alcohol from my neck. His hands skirted down my body to squeeze my breasts and then moved the cool liquid back and forth over my nipples.
“Dimitri, this feels so good.” I squirmed against his touch.
He dropped his head as his arm wrapped around my waist and then he pushed me back to gain access to my chest. He took his time sucking one of my breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling over me. Round and round. It was like he was lapping the champagne from me, taking me in, enjoying my taste.
My nails dug into his shoulders, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he hummed so loud that the vibration had me jerking my hips against him. He nudged his thigh between my legs and dropped his hand to my ass to rock me into him, over and over.
And I whimpered, “I want you, please.”
Dragging his teeth slowly against my nipple, he took his time, licking it after biting. Then he looked down at me grinding against his thigh. “That’s it,” he murmured. Yet, he kept a firm hold on my ass, controlling my rhythm. The friction of the fabric over his thigh had me climbing closer to the orgasm I so desperately wanted. “Look at you, getting what you want. Sogreedy like you can’t wait. It makes me hard, Olive, seeing you want it so much.” I bit my lip as I rode his thigh harder, the shame falling away because he wanted me too. He felt this pull also. And then he let go of my ass and smacked it, telling me, “Go faster. The way you want it. Take what you want. All of that orgasm is yours.”
And I did. I rode his thigh hard and fast and uninhibited. I cried out as an explosion shot through me just as fast, but much more powerful than I ever experienced. I couldn’t think about anything other than how good it felt and how my body needed more as I clutched him close.
It was an awakening or a revelation of sorts. This was better than I’d ever had, and it was something I could have more of now. My heart raced and my breath came fast as I crumbled against him, the high subsiding.
“You look flawless when you come. Like a damn goddess,” he murmured against my curls. “I don’t know if I want to keep seeing that or ravage you until I’ve broken you enough to see a flaw.”
I nodded at the idea. I wanted all of him then. I wanted more of this, needed more of this, and wouldn’t stop until I got more. I dropped to my knees, ready to unbuckle his trousers and see how I could make him feel as good. Yet, he scooped me up like a baby and laid me on the bed instead, shaking his head.
“I’m not done, Olive. I still want more of that champagne.”
I nodded glancing over at the bottle. “I can pour some down your—”
“No.” He gently grabbed my thigh, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and spread my legs apart. “I want to taste my champagne on your pussy.”
He took the bottle from the counter, and I could only watch as he poured more on my bundle of nerves, so swollen andsensitive now from the last orgasm that I arched and hissed when it hit.
He kneeled on the floor to suck my clit.
I was writhing now, my legs spread as he licked my pussy with champagne on it over and over. The bubbles popped on my clit, and the cool liquid rolled over my sex before his warm tongue sucked it away.
I couldn’t stop from crying out again and arching. “Please, Dimitri. This is too much.”
