Chapter 81
Ariel
I’d barely made it to our bedroom where I intended to take two pillows and retire for the night in the guest room when I felt him standing behind me.
“What are you doing?” He panted breathing heavily down my neck.
The words he said to me earlier replayed in my head, sapping me of any energy I had to reply to him. The only thing that would make me feel better was lying down to sleep and I wasn’t going to let him rob me of that.
So I ignored him and strolled into the room, picking up the pillows I needed and then I bumped into his buff frame, my lips colliding with his left nipple.
My grip on the pillows loosened and they slipped off my hands. With my heart pounding against my ribcage and a rush of dopamine messing with my brain, I allowed my lips to graze his dark hard nipple.
“Ariel, you’re teasing me,”
Slowly, I recoiled, getting a grip on my body while mentally beating up myself for being so weak all the time.
“I’m sorry for teasing you. Goodnight,” I dashed out of the room, my face crimson with embarrassment.
He chased after me and caught me by the hallway, just after Liora’s room and spun me around. My lips grazed his nipple again and when I peered at him, his eyes had darkened with pure lust.
Quickly, I darted my gaze somewhere else as his intense and bold desire for my body provoked feelings that I’d relegated to the background.
“I have to go to bed now, Dmitri. I’ve had a long day,” I whispered the last part and tried to push past him, but he blocked me, resting both hands against the wall with me in the middle.
He lowered his gaze and lifted my chin with his thumb. “I’m sorry,” He rasped and swallowed.
Those two words, the nervousness behind them were enough to calm the storm of anger that raged within me. I rolled my eyes, slightly offended that he didn’t allow me to be mad at him for as long as I wanted.
“Say something, princess,” He drawled.
“Argh!” I yelled in frustration. “You should have let me stay angry. Why did you yell at me like that, huh?” I punched his chest aggressively, fortunately for him, he didn’t bother to block my weak punches. “Why did you make me feel worthless?”
He cupped my cheeks as I threw the last punch, my heart melting into lava. “I apologize for making you feel that way, but you must know that it was never my intention to do that. You mean a lot to me and I want you to know that,”
Teary-eyed, I searched his face to be sure that he was telling the truth and the lines spanning from his forehead to his cheeks creased harder.
“I need a glass of water,” I walked past him and headed for the kitchen.
Even without looking back, I knew that he was trailing behind me. It was quite satisfying to see him chase after me like this.
I reached for the door handle of the fridge but swiftly, he intercepted me and got the bottle of water and a cup before I could ask then placed it on the counter.
My lips folded into a pout. “I didn’t ask you to,”
He chuckled lightly and gave me the cup. “A simple thank you will do,”
“Hmph,” I huffed and downed the water.
He poked his tongue against his cheek seductively and my body shuddered with pleasure. His toned bare chest aroused erotic desires within me so much that the cup almost dropped from my hand.
He noticed my reaction and hoisted me onto the counter, pushing me closer to him. My silk pantie was already soaked. “Later, we’ll talk about what’s going on with me, but for now I need you,”
I gave in to my craving and let my fingers wander around his chest, especially to his hard succulent nipples that I enjoyed sucking. “Do you want me because I’m desirable or do you just want to use me to pass the time?”
“Both of them, baby,” His voice dropped to a low degree of sultriness and I couldn’t help but anticipate what next would happen here. “Your body is divine and breathtakingly beautiful, and there has never been a time that I don’t desire you. The reason I was angry at the pool wasn’t just because of my problems, it was because you wield a strong influence over me and I can’t help but lose whatever control I have when I’m with you,” He admitted, our lips an inch away from each other.
My lips stretched into a coy smile and I felt my head swelling. “Wow, I didn’t know I was that influential,” A giggle cracked through my lips.
His hand moved from my thighs which were slightly covered with my short dress to the tiny strap. “I don’t want us to talk anymore,”
“Okay,” I murmured absentmindedly, lost in his breezy caress and mind-numbing charming aura.
“I’ve always imagined fucking you on this counter,” He kissed my shoulder and his teeth dragged my dress down to my waist. “I never knew it would happen tonight,”
“You said no talking,” I reminded him softly, reaching for my breasts.
“Aye, aye, ” A cute Russian word rolled off his tongue as he covered my hands with his large palms.
“Hmmm, what does that mean?” I sighed excitedly.
“Lover,”
Working in sync, we squeezed my boobs together in the most erotic manner possible. Each massage sent a wave of pleasure to my core and I felt my juice dripping down in torrents.
Then he began to pepper kisses at every inch of my body-my shoulder blade, the sensitive spot under my ear, the space between my breasts, my belly button, my knees and even my toes.
A ticklish sensation sent me spiraling out of control when he planted a lingering kiss on the soles of my feet.
“This is pure torture,” I cried, digging my teeth into my lower lip so that my loud moans wouldn’t awaken the whole house.
“That’s what I know how to do best,”
“But it’s too much,” I admitted.
He halted in his ministrations and stripped off his grey pants. His huge phallus shot forward, his precum dripping off. I gulped at the sight and stripped off as well.
His eyes traced my entire body then stopped at my wet mound. “Go on fours,” He commanded.
And without arguing, I switched from my sitting position and went on my knees, arcing my back over. He climbed over and knelt behind me.
“I can’t believe we are doing this here,”
“Well I want you to remember how I ate you up anytime you come here to eat, and I’m going to do the same thing in every area of the house. Every corner of this penthouse will be marked with our acts of passion. It will be our little secret,” He stated.
“I don’t mind being tortured by such memories,”
“Hush, kitten…” He silenced me and slapped my ass. “Do you want me to keep spanking you?”
“Yes, please, don’t stop,” I begged, enjoying how the pain spurred my pleasure.
He whooped me again and buried his face between my thighs from behind, licking off my wetness while letting out low groans.
I thought he’d let me have my first climax, but when he noticed how close I was to my release, he paused and humped the tip of his dick against my entrance.
Gradually, he glided his cock into my wet sheath and held my waist with one of his hands, as the other continued to spank me.
Each deep thrust followed a spank. His experienced rough movements were satisfying and titillating. I was sprawled over, taking in his cock just the way I craved it.
He pushed in hard and fast, and then he raised one of my legs at an acute angle and rammed in deeper, hitting my G-spot continuously.
My attempts at keeping my pleasured screams under control were futile as profanities poured out of my mouth without a filter.
Hot tears spurred by my horniness cascaded down my cheeks as I never knew that sex with him could be this wild yet fulfilling.
His groans were deep and guttural and the tempo of his thrusts became faster than before. We were both close and all it took was one more spank and the dam of my orgasm broke.
A scream tore out of my lips and I shuddered in reckless abandon. Dmitri jerked uncontrollably inside of me, shooting off his hot cum until our climax eroded and our bodies became lax.