Page 12 of Between Desire and Denial
“Not enough,” he said against me and kept going, faster and faster. But he was right, it wasn’t enough.
“Please. I want more,” I cried because my pussy was convulsing around nothing. I wanted his cock, but instead, he sat back and brushed his fingers over my arousal.
“Look how wet you get for me even when I lick it away. I love how greedy this pretty pussy is for me.”
I couldn’t believe how filthy his mouth was behind closed doors, but my nipples puckered, and I moaned as I heard him saying it.
“Maybe we shouldn’t waste a single part of this champagne, Olive. Maybe you should show me how you like to ride a cock, huh?” That’s when I realized he still held that bottle and now he was tracing the cool rim of it round and round the edge of my entrance.
I whimpered and clawed at his wrists, trying to get more of something, anything to bring myself over the edge I was teetering on again. “Yes,” I whispered, not even knowing right then what I was agreeing to.
Dimitri slid the cool glass in slow as he moved over my body and planted one arm above me as he moved his whole body to the rhythm of the champagne bottle fucking me. He tipped it up and it immediately hit my G-spot. His thumb rolled over my clitto pinch it into the hard glass, moving it back and forth on top of it.
It was a feeling I’d never experienced, a vulnerability I would crave for the rest of my life. I surrendered again to the pull of him, to how he took control of me. I cried out as blood roared through my veins, ablaze with desire and ecstasy.
He watched me the whole time, mesmerized. Then, he pulled the bottle from me slowly. “The bottle’s glistening with your come and my champagne,” he said. He brought it to his lips and held my gaze as he put it in his mouth and sucked on it before licking the rim. I gasped at seeing him do it. “Champagne and honey might be my two favorite flavors mixed together now,” he murmured as he sat back and stared at me naked on his bed.
I sat up to crawl to him, ready now to have all of him. My hand went into his trousers just as his phone started to ring. He glanced at his watch. I saw a woman’s name and immediately wondered if he’d want me to continue.
“Answer it,” I told him, my hand moving over him now. He frowned at me. “Is it your date, Dimitri? Want to go meet up with her instead of having me?” It was a bold thing to say while my hand was wrapped around his cock.
He stopped my hand, pulling me from his trousers and crawled over me to say, “I’ve got you here all night. Why would I meet up with anyone else?”
“Get real.” I shoved at his broad shoulder and then chuckled when he yanked my hips closer against him. “I probably can’t do much more anyway. I’m freaking spent.”
“Do you truly believe that?” He searched my face to see if I was serious. Then, he rearranged me so that I was in the middle of the bed under him. “Is that all your professor would give you? He didn’t teach you that the best way for your pussy to feel good is to keep going?”
“You tasted me about a billion times just minutes ago,” I reminded him.
He hummed. “I tasted you with champagne. What about without it?”
His hand touched my hips and then between my legs, his middle finger pushing against my already swollen clit. His finger was able to move over it smoothly because of how wet I still was, of how wet I was getting again.
His words had me tightening my thighs though. I swallowed, and the gulp was audible. “That’s not… We’ve done enough.”
“You not into me eating you out?” he whispered against my ear.
How would I know? What we’d just done was the only time someone had gone down on me. It was fantastic, but I couldn’t be sure that without champagne… “I… Rufford and I didn’t normally get to that part.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s obvious I enjoy sex. Probably to my detriment. Rufford always told me I was too impatient. I wanted it too much. So, we never…” I shrugged not sure what to say.
“What about with others?” Dimitri kept his finger moving over me the whole time.
It was probably a tactic to get me to tell the truth or something. I fell for it though. I was rolling my hips and writhing against his hand as I moaned out, “It’s only been Rufford, Dimitri. I… He’s the only one.”
“Fuck.” Dimitri dragged out the swear. “Fuck. I’m going to be up all night, aren’t I? Proving to you what a disservice that dumbass did.”
“I said you could— Actually, you should leave,” I whimpered out as I rolled my naked ass against his hard cock. It was growing by the second against me, and I loved the feeling. “You had a date tonight. I know you did.”
“Yep. Two actually. But I’m not leaving you for anyone. I sent them home. This ass is mine for the night.” He squeezed the side of my hip and then commanded, “On your back, baby, and spread your legs. I’m going to show you what it’s like to have the best sex of your life tonight.”
“I think you’ve already accomplished that,” I mumbled as I laid onto my back and spread my legs a bit.
“Wider,” he murmured as he undid his shirt and pulled it from his shoulders. I didn’t move as I watched him strip completely down. His body was pure muscle, toned to perfection. “Olive, are you listening? Spread your legs wider. Show me my pretty pussy.”
I did as I was told. I’d already gone this far. I’d already lost what I thought was the love of my life, and now I was going to be without sex for a good amount of time after this.
