Page 16 of Dima's Vision
Cupping his cheek I run my thumb over his dark blonde stubble before leaning in and tasting him, nipping at his lips until he lets me in. Gripping his face in both hands I angle him where I can devour him. I want this man in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before. I want to taste him, feel him, his scent in my nostrils.
His large hands run down my back, my towel dropping to my waist. I lean closer while he leans back, my breasts are smashed against his chest, the feel of him beneath me is delicious agony as I want more. Need more.
“Dima,” I pant.
“I’ve got you, little witch.”
And I believe that he does.
Chapter 8
Dima
“I’ve got you, little witch,” I whisper, and I do. I will have her any way she’ll have me, whether she wants me or not I’ll be there for her. All her needs. The fates have decided.
She whines into my mouth as we share open mouth kisses, tasting each other, her tongue flicking mine before sucking it into her mouth. Fuck. I know what that hot little mouth can do after having my cock in it, and it was heaven on earth. I always knew that sex would be mind blowing but nothing like this. Kristie makes me feel things. A sense of peace that I didn’t know existed until I spent time in her orbit.
She’s spread out on top of me, rocking her heat on my throbbing cock, the only thing separating us is the towel I still have wrapped around my waist. I roll us so I’m looming over her, and I don’t miss the little smirk on her face as I lower my face to suck on the soft skin just above her collarbone. Her little breathy whimpers spur me on as I kiss my way to her gorgeous breasts, the large berry nipples begging for my tongue, my lips, my teeth.
Moving down until I’m eye level with two of the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, I cup them, one in each hand,before offering them up to my mouth. I move from nipple to nipple, licking, sucking, flicking them with my tongue, the turgid peaks stiff in my mouth as I suck one in so deep that Kristie lets out a long, low moan.
“Please, Dima.”
I let her nipple go with a soft “pop”, shimmying down the bed even further until I’m staring at the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. OK, I may not have seen too many this close in real life, other than the stripper pussy you get at some of the Bratva clubs, but none of them belonged to my woman.
Blowing gently I watch with fascination as Kristie’s pussy clenches, her thick pussy lips spread wide, her little nub standing proudly between her folds. The black curls framing her pussy wet with desire. Leaning in I lick her from bottom to top, my tongue flat, like I’m licking an ice cream. I want the full taste of her on my tongue, I want her juices running down my chin. I lick her like this, eating up her cream, busy with my work until she grips my hair in her fist so hard that it’s painful.
“Stop fucking about and make me come, Dima, I need to, please!”
Well, my woman doesn’t have to ask twice. Sucking my middle finger into my mouth I wet it with my spit then run it around her clit, then down her creamy slit to the place she wants me, needs me. Pressing inside her I latch onto her clit and suck as I use the “come here” movement I heard works wonders for bringing on a woman’s orgasm. Kristie’s wet pussy grips at my fingers as she throws her head back, screaming my name and every obscenity known to man.
Watching her in her ecstasy has me surging forward, unable to wait any longer, wanting to be a part of this woman, this beautiful creature bucking beneath me. I line myself up and push into her, her orgasm causing her pussy to pulse and flutteraround me. My breath is stolen from my lungs, she feels so good. Too good.
“Dima, move! Please fuck me!”
I do as my woman wishes, pulling back until only the crown rests between her thick lips, then thrust to the hilt, her plump tits bouncing at the movement. I do it again. Then again and again, chasing my own high as she bucks beneath me, meeting my every thrust until the telltale tingle at the base of my spine signals that this is all about to be over.
My long, low groan mixes with her cries and I spill inside her, load after load of my cum pumps with every pulse of my orgasm until I collapse, spent.
“Dima,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me, pulling my whole weight onto her, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“Kristiana,” I whisper back.
“Don’t leave me just yet.”
“Never,” I promise.
In time my cock softens, slipping out of her wet heat as I move our positions, not wanting to crush the poor thing.
“Shit, I’m sorry,Ved’ma moya,I didn’t think to use protection, I was too -”
She places her finger over my lips. “I know you’re clean. I’m clean too, I was tested after my last hookup,” something about how casually she mentions the last person makes my gut clench. “I wouldn’t have done it unprotected if I didn’t trust you, Dima. I hope you know that.”
She cups my face and I can tell by the sincerity in her eyes that she’s being truthful.
Swallowing, I press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
She grins cheekily at me, letting me pull her to sit before I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. Where I proceed to dirty her up twice more.
