Page 42 of Between Desire and Denial
She hummed out a yes.
“I’m the cock you want. I’m the one you need fucking this little mouth of yours. Remember that,” I said before yanking herhair back and exiting her mouth with a pop. She’d have sucked me dry if I’d let her. “Remember you’re mine.” I didn’t say for the time being. She was mine now. Always.
Her lips were shining with my pre-cum and her saliva as she breathed fast, her breasts going up and down as I held her hair so her gaze met mine. “Dimitri, I want you to come.”
“Of course you do. You want everything when we screw around.”
She glared at me like she wasn’t sure if that was an insult. “You’re the one who came in here to listen to me.”
“I did. I like you greedy, Honeybee, don’t get me wrong. I wanted to see why you were saying my name.”
“Well, you saw,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, I did. And I want to see again,” I told her as I pulled my shirt off and shucked my pants to the ground. Then, I stepped into the bath with her. She was getting cold now, her skin had goose bumps, so I pulled her up to stand in front of me and turned the rain spout on above us. I let the water cascade over her body before I kissed her, tasting the lips that had just been wrapped around me and nearly made me come way too early.
I sucked on her bottom lip, then thrust my tongue into her mouth. She met me with the same eagerness as she draped her arms around my shoulders. My other hand squeezed the curve of her ass, and she whimpered. When I slid my hand to her pussy as I kissed her, I felt how wet she was, how slick her opening was, and I knew she needed more.
I needed more. “You going to come for me again?”
“I will,” she said almost in irritation as she tried to pull me back to her mouth. “I’m going to orgasm on your cock, and you know it.”
I shook my head. “Step apart for me,” I commanded, and she listened because she liked to obey. I made note of that for later.
I lowered myself to sitting before stretching out between her legs as I reclined back in the tub. I placed her right calf over the side as I admired the shape of her smooth legs. She balanced on one foot but then leaned forward to place a hand on my shoulder as I stared at her before me with the water running over her body, her calf hanging over the edge.
“Now the other,” I murmured and watched as the recognition of what I wanted hit her. She knew if her other leg was draped over the opposite side, she’d be essentially suspended right above me, her pussy spread wide for me to see. “Dimitri, I’ll be completely open in front of you—”
“Just how I want you.” I nodded and slowly grabbed her other wrist, then brought it down to my chest so she could use me for leverage. We both stared at one another. “Even if it’s just for tonight, I expect you to trust me.”
“This isn’t about trust,” she countered, “it’s about giving into our desire for a night.”
“If you think hitting a high with someone doesn’t require trust, you’ve missed the best part.”
Biting her lip, she looked away for only a second before she allowed me to help her drape her left calf over the other side.
“Will you touch me?” she whispered, but I couldn’t answer her.
She’d captured my damn soul hovering over me, her legs spread as the water hit both of us in that tub. Her curly hair looked like ringlets falling over her chest now and her pussy dripped water and her come down into the water right above my cock. “You have to touch yourself, Honeybee.”
She whimpered. “Why? I want your hand between my legs, Dimitri. It’s better.”
I shook my head. “If I touch you now, I’ll explode. Let me watch you. Fuck your hand like you want to fuck me.”
She bit her lip but leaned back to slide one of her hands up her thigh to her pussy. She was eager with her movements, fast with her fingers, and she dipped them into her core and groaned. Immediately, she balanced herself on the tub so she could arch backward and thrust her hips across her fingers.
“Slow down,” I growled, because I wanted her to remember this. “And look at me.”
I gripped my cock in my hand right below her and squeezed as she caught my gaze. “Look at what you do to me.”
“You do the same to me,” she whimpered. “I’m so close. I want to go fast.”
“Roll your thumb slowly over your clit, honey. Slowly,” I warned.
She shuddered over the feeling, and I pumped my cock once. “It’s too slow.”
“It’s just right. Your pussy is dripping, greedy girl. Slide a finger in now.”
“Dimitri,” she whispered as she did, and her nipples puckered with just one finger in her.
