When imagining sex with Dimitri, there were so many dirty roads to go down.
I wondered so many things. How did he moan? Were his groans deep and dark like his voice? Would he pound my pussy into submission? Would he growl loudly when he came? Or was he smooth and loving between the sheets? Tender and passionate?
Licking my lips, I imagined that he was all of those things and more. A moan escaped me. “Dimitri.”
I slid my hands along my breasts and toyed with my nipples.
Boiling hot longing curled my toes. Then, my erotic starving desire climbed, expanding through my body in a fast upward motion of delight. My pussy moistened.
I drew him naked in my mind. He had to have rippling muscles under that designer suit. His cock had to be heavy and long in his pants. He walked and talked like he had a big cock.
Oh my God. I wish he were here.
An ungodly amount of craving took me over. Instantly, I began to burn for him. I drowned in this wet, hot need to have him deep inside me. I grew hungry for him. His body. His cock. His mouth. I bet he could tongue-fuck my pussy even better than he owned my mouth tonight.
The image shot to my mind—his tongue lapping between my hungry folds. Instantly, I went soaking wet. My arousal dripped against my thighs.
Fuck. I really wish he were here.
My pussy grew slick. Wetness ran down my pussy and dripped along my ass. Before I was done, his jacket would be soaked with me.
And I feared this wouldn’t be a small itch that I could get rid of from touching myself. I remembered that kiss some more. I replayed those devilish words about planning to fuck me on a yacht.
One hand squeezed a nipple. The other hand caressed my swelling clit and then I pushed two fingers inside of my throbbing pussy—so warm and silky soft.
I pretended my fingers were his cock. “Dimitri.”
My pulse quickened. My breath picked up.
In my mind, he pounded deep into me. He was wild and fierce with each stroke. Constant with his dominating. He controlled every part of me.
“Oh.” I bit my lip and held back the rest of my moans. There was no way Dimitri would let me live it down if his guards caught me moaning his name.
Dimitri, fuck me like you said you would!
With one hand, I stroked my clit, twisting my fingers and drawing swirls. With the other hand, I taunted and teased my nipples.
Oh! Oh!
Shuddering, I gritted my teeth and rocked my pussy into my hand.
We fucked in my mind. I rode his cock and made him groan. He flipped me over and took control again.
Yes!
I arched up and rocked my pussy into my hand. Due to my fast rocking, my breasts bounced. I squeezed one nipple harder.
Dimitri!
My body erupted with heated pleasure. My orgasm climbed in my core. My heart boomed in my ears.
Shaking, I climaxed against my soaking wet fingers.
And that orgasm took everything out of me. So much that I fell asleep, naked and covered in his big jacket, his scent rocking me just like a sweetest lullaby.
Dmitri.
It was the best sleep I’d had in a long time.
The next morning, I woke up under the jacket and unable to pretend like I hadn’t masturbated to Dmitri last night.
What was I thinking? It must have been the wine. . .and the kiss.
“That is the first and last time I will do that.” I rose from the bed.
Still. . .I picked up Dimitri’s jacket and sniffed it. Instantly, I caught our scents mingling.
Stop it.
I froze in horror.
Girl, to romanticize about a bad boy is to play with fire.
I dropped the jacket on the bed. “Nope. Don’t touch it again.”
I decided to get it dry cleaned by the building’s cleaners. Then, I would have the jacket delivered to him.
“And that will be the end of it.” Yawning, I went to my dresser and took out a long t-shirt. While I doubted the guards would be in the condo, I still needed to be covered. The plan was to make myself a big cup of coffee, drink it, and then take a shower.
I can’t believe I masturbated to him.
Dimitri’s kiss flashed in my head.
“No and no.” I pushed the alluring thoughts of his lips away. “Forget about him and focus on something else.”
I left my bedroom, walked down the hallway, and rounded the corner to my living room.
Then, I froze in the doorway.
What. The. Fuck?!
In a new blue designer suit, Dimitri lounged on my couch. Barbara lay on his left thigh purring as he scratched behind her ears. He didn’t even look up. All of his attention centered on the open novel on his right lap. My novel, the Diamond Thief’s Secret Baby.
So stunned, my words left me.