Romitri Short Stories | ✔ | 18+

Daring to Fantasize, Part 5

Rose's POV
There I was, lying on the bed, naked before this gorgeous god-like Russian. His fingers were doing amazing things to me. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he continued to slide them in and out. My eyes met his, staring into those gorgeous chocolate pools, and just from looking into the intensity of his eyes, I began to feel like I was close to that release I'd experienced last night. A part of me could still hardly believe that we were here, that he was touching me, that he was seeing me like this. I knew I loved him and I knew I wanted him, but this was something much more physical. The pure desire in his eyes was launching me to feelings I'd never felt. I wanted this so badly. I could hardly wait to feel him inside me.

Before I was even aware of what was happening, Dimitri curled his fingers and hit this almost-magical spot inside me. As soon as they came into contact there, I couldn't help but to yell. When he hit it again, I knew I was lost. There was no controlling what my mouth was doing as I lay there feeling the impending bliss that was mounting. On his third stroke, I found myself screaming his name as fireworks exploded. My head tilted back and my eyes closed at the powerful climax coursing through my entire body. This was ten times better than what I had experienced last night and Dimitri was drawing out the pleasure in a way that I hadn't even realized was possible.

I was still spasming with pleasure as I felt something warm, wet, and soft teasing at my center, almost instantly bringing me to feel like I was going to come again. I glanced down to see Dimitri's mouth latching onto my opening. His eyes met mine and they were blazing fire.

"I could taste you all day, Roza," he murmured against my flesh, his accent thicker than I had ever heard it. The feeling when he rolled his 'R' on my name sent shock-waves through my whole body. He continued, adding little licks between the words. "You taste ... amazing. I can't ... wait ... to make you ... come ... again. I could taste ... when you came ..., you know?" he said. I moaned with pleasure as he added, "I love ... the taste ... of you ... coming ..., my Roza."

His relentless tongue was moving frantically, stroking and flicking over my pleasure button. As I began to get closer and closer to coming a second time, I moaned again and again. Dimitri began saying my name against my body over and over again between licks, like a prayer, tongue rolling the 'R's more and more as he continued to bring me even closer. My moans turned to yells, which turned to screams. Just as I was about to come again, he stopped and backed away. I could barely contain myself and found myself nearly crying for my release. Dimitri gave me a devilish smirk and said, "Not yet, my Roza," as he looked me in the eyes, "I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot." He moved his hand to my core and began to slooooowly run his finger along my little nub, eliciting a long, low moan out of me with each pass. Dimitri brought his face up to mine, leaving a trail of kisses along my stomach, stopping along the way at my nipple, then my collarbone and the hollow of my neck.

"Your body tastes so amazing, my Roza," he said, as he began kissing my jaw, "but I want to taste your mouth, too. And I want you to taste how incredible you taste."

Just as Dimitri finished saying that, his mouth met mine. Before that point, it honestly seemed like it would have been really disgusting, but just hearing him say that, it was maybe the most arousing thing I had ever put my mouth on. I found myself licking along the outside of his lips and jaw, savoring every last drop of the juices that came from what he was doing to my body. Now that he was back where I could reach him, my hand went down to his pants to caress the bulge pressed up against his zipper, stroking over the fabric.

"Na-ah-ah," he scolded, using his free hand to pull my hand away from his erection, "this isn't about me yet. I want you to come undone for me. I want to make you feel like you have never felt before."

Dimitri switched hands and brought his wet fingers up to his mouth, letting me see him begin to lick them. Before I could stop myself, I pulled his hand away from his face and sucked on his fingers. As my mouth engulfed his fingers, Dimitri closed his eyes and growled. Again, I could taste myself on him and the thought of what that taste meant was driving me crazy with desire.

"Oh, your mouth ..." he breathed, "I can only imagine the things you could do with that amazing mouth. God, I want you so much, Roza!" No sooner had he said that than he began to kiss his way back down, one hand stopping at my breast and continuing to stroke, pinch, and lightly twist at my hardened nipple.

When his tongue was back on my core, I found myself unable to stop from crying out, "OH GOD, DIMITRI!"

I couldn't stop my hips from grinding against his beautiful face. I threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. He flicked his tongue faster against me, murmuring against me, "Yes, Roza, do you want me to make you come again?"

"OH FUCK YES!" I screamed, "PLEASE! NOW, DIMITRI!" All of my control was gone. All I wanted was this beautiful amazing man.

His tongue worked faster than I thought was possible flicking and stroking. When I thought I couldn't possibly take any more, Dimitri let go with an extra-long rolled 'R' right against me, letting its trill draw out for almost a full minute. I screamed out, "FUUUUCK! DIMITRI! I'M COMI - I'M COM - I'M CO - I'M -" I couldn't even finish my train of thought as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Dimitri continued lapping his tongue against my core, licking and sucking at me, drawing out my climax again.

I closed my eyes and took a deep steadying breath.

When I opened them, I saw that he was kneeling between my legs, finally unzipping his jeans. The sight of his muscular body wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs was like looking at an advertisement in a magazine, except that none of the advertisements I'd ever seen had a cock as noticeably large as the one I could currently see the outline of through his briefs.

I reached my hands out to the waistband of his underwear. "I want you," I commanded, almost growling with want, "NOW!"

Finally pulling down his boxer briefs, he was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking, but the size of him was astounding. I might have actually gasped as I looked at him.

"Is that whole thing all really going to fit?" Oh shit, I said that out loud.