Page 59 of Between Desire and Denial
“What did you just say?” he murmured low.
“Never mind.” I scooted further onto my side and hit the nightstand light. I just wanted this night to be over. “Also, you don’t have to sleep with your head down there.”
He rumbled out, “I think I might at this point.”
“I really and truly don’t care if you’re up here.” I sat up to fluff my pillow angrily before reaching over the side of the bed to grab my shorts. Once I’d slid them back on, I threw my body back down. “It’ll only be a few more nights till the mattress for the other room is here anyway.”
I turned away from him and tried not to think about it. This was for the best. I should be trying to text no-face Mr. Perfect and hopefully build a connection. But then I felt rustling behind me and the wind of his pillowwhooshingpast as he put it next to my head.
Then his body curled around mine, and his arm tightened on my waist before he yanked me close. “I just tasted your pussy again and you think I’m considering flying around the country to have another woman?”
“Well… I…” What was I supposed to say?
His hand smoothed the skin of my stomach as I felt him shift, then he was under my blankets where he could get close enough that I felt his length against my ass. “This is what I feel every morning. Your ass against my dick nestling closer and closer.”
“I know,” I admitted, wincing. “I drift over to your side when I’m sleeping. Like I said, the other bed will be here soon, and we can put a pillow between us in the meantime. I’m sorry—”
He chuckled as he lowered my shorts down my thighs from behind. Before I could say anything else, his bare cock was against my ass, and he murmured, “You think all I want is an apology even with my hard cock up against you?”
“I… I don’t know.” I hoped he’d want more.
“I try to hide how much I want you daily, Honeybee, and it’s pure torture. You’re the only person I think about when I’m inbed with you, the only person I’ve thought about for days, and the only person I’ll think about when I’m traveling.”
“Oh.” I breathed because now his length was moving up and down so close to my pussy, that I was wet all over again.
He gripped my hair and pushed me down to an angle so that my center was more accessible to him, and he pulled my hips up toward him. “Say it’ll be the same for you, Olive. Tell me you’ll think about me fucking you too.”
“I will. I am thinking it right now.”
“I want you to think about me sliding in and out of you all the time.” He put the tip of himself right at my entrance. “Not some damn guy from an app.”
“Dimitri,” I breathed. This wasn’t fair, and he knew it. “You’resupposedto want me to find someone on the app.”
“You don’t need to find anyone but me.” He slid into me then, his cock stretching me just like I remembered—almost to the point of pain but somehow with only pleasure. “I fit this pussy perfect. I make it soaking wet so that I can fuck it. I make you come so good I’m the only one you want inside you.”
I moaned and cried out his name, but I didn’t agree. I wasn’t supposed to want him like that. We were in denial if we thought this would ever work.
Yet, I couldn’t resist the desire, couldn’t resist him. I let him grab my hair roughly as he fucked me from behind and took every inch of him because I wanted it. I wanted him and he knew it.
He knew he had me at his mercy.
He murmured in my ear, “Tell me I fuck you best, Honeybee. Tell me this sweet pussy is all for me.”
“For tonight, it’s yours, Dimitri.”
He growled and pounded into me harder, his grip becoming bruising on my hip. I loved the feeling, like he wanted to own what he could. “For just tonight or forever? I’m not going toforget how this feels. And you better not either. Don’t you dare forget.”
He said it over and over as he fucked me roughly and came deep inside me. I convulsed around him then, too, crying out as bright-white light burst all across my world. The orgasm was so overwhelming that it actually hurt to come back to reality as my body relaxed. It was like I wanted his come to stay within me for much longer than a night.
I was wrong and delusional to think this would last more than just the night. I took deep breaths and closed my eyes tight as his hands drifted through my hair, then to my breast to rub my nipple, and then over my stomach to pull me closer to him.
He couldn’t possibly think we were going to cuddle now.
This was over.
It had to be.
I tried my best to break away right after.
