Izzy

Somehow, and through no fault of my own, we end up in his bed.

Dimitri is undoing my shirt, his fingertips running smooth trails over my h**s, then my shoulders, and then finally my hands. I shiver at the cold, soon replaced by his bare, warm chest.

I should ask him when he became naked, or why we’re still kissing after such news was just brought to light, but I don’t. Instead, I taste the feeling of his inner cheek and memorize the rigidness of his teeth while he tries to bite my bottom l*p.

For once, I’m thankful that he’s here with me now. If nothing more than a s****l need, a dive into a deep, thoughtful distraction, then so be it. I can’t say that kissing Dimitri is all that bad. His body is solid, and I mean solid everywhere, while his hands are rather delicate and feathery to the touch. He’s very precise in his caress, and in the gentle, taunting way he yanks at my waistline to pop the fabric back into place.

“Ah,” I pant in shock and some minor pain.

He only chortles through my lips, making me swallow his humorous snicker in a single gulp. His hands brush my skirt off, followed very closely by my panties. I lean into his lips more, reaching towards my ankles to help his venture, but he doesn’t seem to like that.

His hands wrap around my wrists, pinning them over my head where I feel even more exposed than before. His lips trace the curves of my breasts, pecking them with little k****s that soon focus on the erect point of my nipple. He has a slight, scruffy beard that makes my heart skip a beat, the roughness sending me even more over theedge.

Shutting my eyes, I feel engulfed in this moment, and the feelings swirling around me right now. Every little nuzzle of his throat on my breast, his lips on my shoulders, and the plane of his tongue brushing directly up the valley between my boobs where he tastes the spot relentlessly.

At last, he releases my hands, but not without a stern voice adding, “Keep those there.”

I don’t open my eyes, and I’ll be damned if I move an inch, feeling him lick all the way down to my stomach until he replaces the helm of my p***y with his lips. I hiss and fight back the urge to pull my hands down, pinning them near the headboard while my wild and wet eyes come wide open.

Staring at the ceiling, I bite through the fluttering that is overwhelming my stomach and sending waves of electricity into my lungs and throat. My shoulders and upper back lift off the bedding, my heels digging into the same sheets that I clutch into my fingertips that have since turned white.

Still, he licks, bites, and tastes every inch of my s*x until there’s hardly anything left.

“F**k,” I pant. “I’m—I’m going to—”

“Don’t you dare,” he says, speaking into my inner thigh.

His tongue leaves my clit, and while throbbing and thankful, I’m frustrated by the sudden cliff’s edge that I replace myself on. I was ready to dive headfirst over the edge, and now I’m staring at the fun carnival below without being permitted to join the party.

He stands at once, using both hands to wipe his slick hair back off his forehead where a sheen of sweat lies. Sitting up, I keep my legs arched and parted in the hope that he will return. He stalks towards the bathroom instead, opening a small drawer nearby where I see the foil wrapper of a condom in his fingertips.

My eyes are easily distracted, though, and I trace the tattoos on his muscled shoulders that trail around his spine like a snake weaving around the crisp edge of a dagger.

When he turns, my eyes widen, seeing a disapproving frown over his features that shouldn’t be there.

Not with the blunt e******n he’s parading around his apartment like a trophy he wants to show off.

And damn, does he show it off well.

“What the f**k are you doing?” he bites.

My brows knit, “What? I was wondering where you went.”

“I was going to come back,” he says, standing at the foot of his bed where he strokes himself casually, as though the length and girth of such a c**k isn’t supposed to entice and frighten me at the same time, “You moved your hands.”

“Yeah, I was a little busy.”

“Doing what? Snooping?”

“Who the hell leaves the bed so suddenly without saying a word? I thought you were done.”

He bites back a laugh and fails miserably at it, “You think I’m done with you, Kitten? I’ve been hanging onto this desire ever since I saw you in that little office, with your little skirt.”

My heart slams into my chest suddenly with his revelation, “What? Not at the club?”

“You assume I first tracked you at the club? Oh, Kitten. You’re so cute. You think wearing some tight leather and showing off your a*s and cleavage is going to set me on fire? Well, you’re right, but besides that, I knew you had everything I wanted in a simple blouse and a pencil skirt.”

I bite my bottom l*p out of nervous habit, but it sets him ablaze without hesitation. He undoes the wrapper to the condom, stroking it over his d**k without a second to waste.

I take that as a hint, laying back down and throwing my hands back into position where he told me they should stay. The pit in my stomach doesn’t cease now, and the sense of anticipation is killing me. Watching the ceiling, I can hardly see Dimitri in my peripherals, but I can feel him everywhere.

His hands are on the inside of my knees, spreading my legs obnoxiously wide. While I hiss a breath in pain, he doesn’t seem to care, spreading me even wider than before.

The wet, warm spot between my thighs goes cold with the vulnerability of it now.

“Are you trying to rip me in half?” I pant, a little taken aback.

“Maybe I am,” he replies, kissing my lower stomach before making his way back up to my lips. In a breathy whisper, he adds, “Anything to keep you from crying again, Kitten.”

I take his lips against mine and inhale his breath as he exhales into my throat. It’s daunting enough for me to lose track of his e******n, the plummeting feeling of his piston-pumping method of entering my s*x far too much for me to handle at first.

I squeak a noise of pain and pleasure, melting in the puddle that my arousal creates when his pace steadies to a more manageable speed.

His hands are on my wrists, on my arms, down to my shoulders, across my stomach, and every damn spot on the way down until he’s clutching my h**s and lifting my a*s out of the bed. I feel like I’m freefalling, my shoulder blades still planted firmly in his cloud of a bed while my lower half is playing contortionist in Dimitri’s mighty palms.

While I should be submitting to the o****m that I so desperately need right now, something else catches my attention; his words.

He’s just doing this to distract me, something I initially thought sounded great for me, and sounded like something I needed. Part of me wanted this because I knew it would lead to a grand display of a distraction, but to actually be doing it is a new story.

Dimitri just admitted that I turned him on when we first met, so why can’t I see past his silly little phrase of this being a distraction?

It’s more than that.

Or at least in my head, it’s more than that.

His hands grip over my thighs and press into the mound of my s*x. His thumb flicks at my clit, and the sensation is simply wonderful enough to send me spiraling.

“Ah, ah!”

“There you go, Kitten. Let it all out.”

My head cranes back, and I go stiff in the legs where he holds my waist upright, still thrusting inside of me at a height and angle that I’ve never felt before.

“F**k, I’m going to come,” he mutters, breaking shortly after and dropping both of us back into bed. He lands on top of me, his h**s like a snake curling and readying to strike again, his c**k pressing deeper into my body than before, “You feel so amazing.”

“Thanks,” I gust, catching my breath. I push his shoulders sidewalks, rolling him off my body while I manage to sit up and collect my unruly hair, “I’m going to borrow your shower.”

He gives me an unsteady look, hiking his head up on his hand while angling his elbow against the mattress to leverage his position better, “What’s wrong, Kitten?”

“Stop calling me that,” I whisper, aiming to climb out of bed.

He grabs my hand, picking me right off my feet and caging me in his arms. His lips graze the back of my ear with fierce intent, “Don’t do this to me, Kitten. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” I admit, speaking the truth, “We had s*x. It’s nothing. I’m going to take a shower to give you your space.”

“Space? We just had awesome s*x. Why would we need space?”

My brows furrow in genuine bafflement, “What are you talking about? This is normal.”

“Normal is when we get into the shower together after s*x. Shutting down and walking away, that isn’t normal.”

I sit up, eyeing him carefully, “Okay, wait. I’m confused.”

He sits up, facing me while still naked and wearing his used condom. Besides the graphic sight of it, I sink into his bright irises, and drown under the cool storm waters that lay within his soul, “Tell me, when you have had s*x before, what happened afterwards?”

I swallow at my last two pathetic excuses for a relationship. I shake my head at first, not wanting to rehash my history that he probably already knows. Eventually, I do break down.

“In my freshman year of high school, I lived in a group home. There was a guy there, he lived across the hall. At night he would come over and we would have s*x in my bunk bed. He would finish, and then go back to his side of the hall.”

He swallows hard, and his fist swells at his sides, “How old was this guy?”

I shrug at first, trying to recall the life I’ve tried so hard to forget about. “Seventeen, maybe.”

“And you were what, fifteen?”

I swallow and reply, “Fourteen.”

He shakes his head and for the first time in my life, I realize that maybe my reaction isn’t so normal after all. I don’t mention my second relationship with the man who saw me as an opportunity when I was listed as my parent’s beneficiary.

When he found out it was instead another ruse to ruin my life like they so gladly did on a regular basis, he left, and the relationship world kicked me out for a few years.

“I’m going to look into the software some more, okay? You go get in the tub for a while. Take your time and get your space. I’ll be right here.”

Dimitri tucks my hair behind my ear, k****s my forehead, and urges me to go.

My life is falling apart, and while hot water and expensive soap might not be the answer, I’m going to try it anyways.