Reality Bites - Wattys 2018 Shortlist

Chapter 82 - Shopping

It was the wee hours of the morning, and Dimitri's hands were all over me, his mouth pressed firmly against mine. We'd never gotten around to the shower, instead cuddling and falling asleep still dressed. Dimitri had been right – we'd needed to hold one another and reconnect. The moment he pulled me against him, my bad mood had started to abate - even if I was still bitterly disappointed about the Graduation dance.

When we'd woken hours later, we were of the same mind. He'd shed his clothes without a word as I had mine. Pressed against one another there was nothing separating my skin from his - and it felt glorious! I pulled the hair tie from his hair, relishing the dark locks falling around his face and across the back of his neck.

I loved knotting Dimitri's hair around my fingers – tugging on it and running my nails against his scalp. I knew my hair affected him as well. In fact, as soon as he'd kissed me in that way, I'd unleashed my own locks - letting them spill out across the pillow behind me. He'd moaned softly, burying his face in my hair inhaling deeply.

We were lying side by side, him leaning slightly on top of me. Neither of us had said a word. We didn't need to. I could feel his anxious craving. It mirrored my own. At that moment nothing was more important than me being his and he mine.

I pushed him back slightly – giving me the chance to wrap my hand around his shaft. He was already aroused, but I stroked him firmly, feeling him get more excited with every shift of my hand up and down his manhood. His eyes caught mine and I could see desire unfurling, his eyes getting darker with want. His teeth caught his lower lip – biting it softly as he closed his eyes with another soft moan.

Opening them again, Dimitri regarded me covetously, slipping his hand between us to the apex of my thighs. His fingers lightly rubbed up and down my slit, feeling my obvious wetness and excitement. I was trying not to buck my hips up towards his attentive fingers, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore my very basest desires. My mouth was open, allowing eager pants to escape as I watched him watch me. I closed my eyes with a soft cry when his carnal touch became just too much, and I couldn't take a moment more. And then his mouth was back against mine, his tongue stroking mine softly. I moaned into his mouth seconds before he reciprocated. Then Dimitri rolled me onto my back and I hitched my legs around his hips as he centered himself and entered me.

I was whimpering with satisfaction. Sliding inside me, he'd set a steady deep tempo which promised to give us both time to enjoy and satiate our need. He was kissing me deeply as he thrust, but then pulled back to gaze upon me – never changing his rhythm. Seeing his face as he gave me every pleasure was mesmerizing. I saw the minute changes in his expression with every movement and sound, and I could see him responding to mine. I could no longer suppress a satisfied moan - a look of joy on his face to hear me vocalize my pleasure immediately apparent. I smiled at him wondrously, and he kissed me again – this time more vehemently.

Moving his lips from mine to one ear, Dimitri bit lightly on the lobe, a soft grunt accompanying each push within me. It thrilled me to hear his unconscious noises of fulfillment. Every utterance overjoyed me and added to my gratification.

My hands were on his biceps and then running across to his back. I loved touching the sculpted plains of his back – the silk of his skin over his taut and toned muscles. I ran my fingers up to the nape of his neck, lovingly tracing his promise mark before trailing my fingers down his vertebrae. I could feel him shiver slightly as my fingers found their way to his lower back where I traced little patterns on the base of his spine while he diligently worked between my legs.

With his lips still at my ear, I could hear my Russian God's breathing changing – becoming more excited and ragged. It sparked a change in me, too. I could feel little electric currents rippling across the top of my breasts, heading south. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips – Dimitri responding with his own growl of pleasure. He must be close now – and I knew I certainly was! He growled again, this time almost in pain. I knew he was holding out waiting for me to cum. His thrusts were getting faster and less coordinated. He needed to let go, and with a nip at my neck and then a roar of pleasure I felt him start to climax. It was enough to tip me over the edge, and so I joined him gasping wantonly. He slumped on top of me, his cock flooding my cunt with his cum. I twisted my fingers in his hair as I felt myself clench around him.