Page 55 of Demitri

“You mean something you do to me.”

I shake my head slowly, kissing her neck. “No. Because of something we do together, because you’re going to help.”

“What? How?”

“I’ll show you,” I murmur into her ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth, making her gasp.

Without another word, I lift Mia’s shirt up and over her head, tossing it behind me. I then reach around her and remove her bra, dropping it as well. I lower myself to my knees, undoing the button of the jeans she’s wearing and pulling down the zipper. I slowly draw the fabric over her hips and down her legs, helping her step out of them and leaving her standing in front of me with only her black panties and socks on.

“I’m going to take these off now, okay?” I look up at her while I finger the elastic band at her hip.

She nods, biting her lip. Before I pull them down, I lean forward and kiss one of her scars. It’s faded over time, but I know it runs deep. When I lean back on my feet, I slide the material down her legs, revealing her sex to me. It’s glistening, wet.

“Lie back on the bed for me,Krasotka.”

She does as I ask, slowly sliding onto the mattress. Only when she’s in position with her head on the pillows do I remove her socks, leaving her totally, gloriously naked.

“Now what?” she whispers, trepidation in her voice.

“Now, I’m going to kiss and lick and suck on every inch of your skin until you’ve melted into the mattress and don’t have the energy to give the control any power.”

“Good luck, I hope you’re successful.” She smiles.

“Have faith.”

And then I get to work. Starting with her left foot, I lift it, kneading the arch, until she moans. I then kiss the top of her foot and make a trail of kisses up her left ankle, calf, and thigh. When I reach the apex, I inhale a deep breath, taking in her scent, spicy and musky and perfect, before I repeat the motions on her right leg. I then bypass her pussy and start at her hips, kissing from one side to the other, making sure any scars get special attention. I kiss and lick up her ribcage, only to pull my headback when I get to the underside of her tits, much to her obvious dismay.

“No fair!” she cries.

“Patience. Have patience.”

I smile, already expecting her answer.

“I have none of that, Dem.”

“I know.” I smirk, kissing her palm and starting my way up her arm. “Tough.”

After kissing both arms, I gently bite on that spot at her shoulder and neck, making her squirm under me. I kiss up her neck until I’m over her, holding my weight off her, knowing that might be a trigger.

“Now the fun begins.” I grin before leaning in and touching my lips to hers. She opens immediately, our tongues dancing the dance of ages gone by.

I don’t linger, knowing I have other places to put my mouth to work, and I kiss down the other side of her throat to her chest. Circling one nipple with my fingers, I trace the other with my tongue. When her breathing increases, I pull as much of her breast into my mouth as I can and suck. Her hips lift off the bed, her hands go to my head, trying to pull me close and push me away at the same time.

She cries out in pleasure, her body convulsing with each pull of my mouth. When she firmly pulls my hair, I release her tit with a pop and look up at her.

“What was that?” she pants.

I trail my eyes down her body to her pussy, seeing the evidence of her release.

“That, my dear, was an orgasm.”

“But, how? How did you do that?”

I grin, feeling pretty proud of myself. “You did that. I just helped you get there.”

“Think we can do it again?” She practically giggles.

“You’re going to do it again, at least once. I’m not done feasting on you—as long as you can handle it.”

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