His Hostile Takeover

“They are the color of your sweet, soft lips. You are better than my dreams, more glorious than my fantasies.” Bending down, he kissed her lightly on her lips and then moved down her body and gave the same light kiss to each puckered nipple. She swayed and he caught her at her hips. His hands moved to the catch of her jeans and undid them, slowly, the zipper came down. He pulled and the loose jeans slid to the floor. Plain white panties were her last cover and his fingers found her wet heat through them. As he had that day on the street, he caressed her along the wet trail of her need. She was trembling and begged him to touch her properly. Her plea set him in motion and he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and laid her down on the bed reverently.

Pulling her panties down, he lightly ran his hands over her legs until they were off her. It seemed perfectly natural to open her legs wide for his attention, where she ached so badly for him. No longer was she ashamed or embarrassed of her body, or her need for Dmitri, and it was his complete and utter appreciation of her body that caused the shame to fall away. Something this good, that felt so right, was all that mattered. There was no room for shame or doubt, just the enjoyment of the moment and feeling.

Following her down, his heat just inches from her, Elise gave in to her need to touch him. His skin was silky soft and hot beneath her fingers. He shuddered at her touch and a thrill went through her, knowing that she had the power to make him tremble in the same way he did to her. She became braver then, and grasped him around the base of his proud cock. He hissed her name and went up on his knees. Seeing him fight for control was enthralling, he found it, and his eyes opened and found her.

His hands went around each wrist, tender but firm. He lifted her away from him and Elise moaned her disappointment. Her hands were above her head, held in one large hand, and he kissed her hotly, wetly, and deeply. His tongue mimicked what she was waiting for and her need flared. She caught his tongue and sucked hard and deep. He growled low in his chest and ended the kiss.

Burning hot, his mouth traveled along her jaw to her ear, sucking the soft skin into his mouth. “I know what you want sweetheart, and I will give it to you, but you have to be patient. I want to make this good for you, and it won’t be if you make me lose control. Next time, my love, next time, but not this time.”

Slowly, so slowly, Elise believed she would burn out of control, his mouth kissed and caressed down her neck, and then finally down to her breasts. Licking the tight nipple, swirling his tongue around the pouting bud, brought a keening cry from her throat, but when he took it inside his mouth and sucked gently until the edge of pain, she screamed his name. He allowed her breast to fall from his mouth and then he began the same treatm

ent to her other breast.

Her hips bucked up to him, seeking his attention, his touch, his cock. She fought against his hold, longing, needing to touch him, but he only tightened his grip. His other hand caressed down from her belly to the center of her need for him. His thick fingers traced the wet lips of her pussy, needing more, she opened her legs wider and her hips moved up, begging for his touch inside. Then it happened, one of his thick fingers slipped inside and she shuddered.

“Yes, you are wet enough to take me. There will be pain I can’t prevent, but it won’t be for long and I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’m in pain already Dmitri, I need you inside me.”

“Not just yet.” He kissed her and then moved down her body. The taste of her had haunted him for three long days, and he had to feast on her or he would go mad. He let go of her wrists and her hands went into his hair. His tongue stroked her along the lips of her pussy as his fingers had, and his hands moved to her hips, holding her in place. He began at the bottom, where her desire pooled.

Elise thought she was going to die from the pleasure of his tongue inside her. Her head went back and she sobbed his name. Her body began to tremble under the strokes of his tongue. He found the swollen tight bud of nerves and licked lightly, and then sucked it into his mouth.

She broke apart then, into millions of tiny pieces. Dimly, she was aware of him moving above her but she was lost until she felt the blunt, swollen length of him move along her opening. The pressure of his entry brought her back down and her body welcomed him right up until the moment he breached her membrane. The pain sobered her and her body tensed against him, but he didn’t stop until he was deep inside her, and they were skin to skin. Once he was inside, he didn’t move. He was so large he filled her completely. His possession was almost overwhelming, the feeling of being stretched, of being molded to his body aroused her further. Her body welcomed him, softened to accept him farther, her body was made for him. Elise opened her eyes to see him above her, his face as if hewn from rock. She stroked his cheek and he opened his eyes, what she saw there caused her heart to expand.

Her hands pulled him down to her lips and she kissed him, all the love she had never thought she could feel welled up inside her. She tasted herself on his tongue but she didn’t care. Her hands roamed down his back, and the play of muscles below her hands spurred her on. She moved then, her legs wrapping around his hips to take him in deeper. They both moaned as it caused him to move inside her. He tore his mouth away and his head went back. “I want more, Dmitri, I want all of you.”

Her muscles gripped him from inside, and he began to move then and her breathing became ragged. His movements were slow and steady, but all too quickly, it wasn’t enough for Elise. Begging for more, she became frantic and clawed at his back. He sank into her and didn’t move. His head came up, his eyes were the color of molten gold and clashed with hers. His kiss was enticingly, achingly sweet, and she gripped him again within her body. He began to move then, his strokes faster, sharper, rougher, and Elise felt the storm build inside her. He urged her to let go, and she did and flew right off the edge of the world. He shouted her name and she felt satisfaction as he spilled into her.

It felt like a long time passed before he eased off and rolled onto his back, pulling her into her arms. “How are you feeling?”

She laughed, she couldn’t help it. Resting her hand on his chest, she laid her chin on her hand and looked up at him with a smile. “You cannot be serious. I feel amazing. I think you’re hunting for a compliment. You deserve it. Thank you for making it better than anything I could ever have imagined.” His cheeks tinged in red and she laughed again.

He growled and flipped her onto her back. He came down on her and pushed her into the mattress, and she loved it. Her hands went behind his head and she welcomed his kiss. “I just wanted to make sure. Women have a way of saying things are fine when they are anything but. I don’t want you doing that.”

“Dmitri, that wasn’t fine, that was spectacular.” Her hand ran down his chest and her hips came up to meet his. She was rewarded with the feeling of his cock stirring against her.

He groaned and pulled away from her. “Elise, we can’t. Sweetheart, be reasonable, your body needs time to heal.”

“I’m fine, please, I want you.” Her pussy clenched with need and then she felt it, an ache that bordered just this side of pain. It stopped her cold and he saw the look flash across her face.

“What is it?” He sat up and pulled her with him.

Embarrassed, she tried to hide her face in his chest but he wouldn’t allow it. “I guess you’re right. I ache.”

Tucking her into him, his hands rubbed her back. “It will pass, we’ll just give it a bit of time and then there will be no more pain.”

“How long will we have to wait? Waiting, Dmitri, isn’t in the least bit appealing.” She complained as she rubbed her cheek against his chest.

“A day or two, and if it’s what you need, then we’ll do it. Waiting hasn’t come easily for me either. When the hotel called me and told me you had checked out, it sure as hell didn’t come as good news.” His tone was light but she heard the steel in his voice and she sighed. Because he had just reminded her that she was still angry with him.

She pushed away from him and rolled away before he could catch her. She began looking for her clothes, she couldn’t do this naked: they would never resolve it. Grabbing her shirt she pulled it on and it was as far as she got before his hands were on her. “No, damn it, Dmitri, please put some clothes on. I’m still angry with you and sex isn’t going to resolve this.”

He ignored her order, but went still at her last remark. His hand on her arm swung her around to him. “You are angry with me?”

“Yes! Don’t you take that tone with me, Dmitri. I warned you about leaving me there and you refused to discuss it. You made a proclamation, and expected me to bow to it. That isn’t going to fly if we keep going.” She swiped at her hair as she stared at him. It was so hard to remain angry when he was so close and so very naked.

“If... we keep going? Don’t throw that word around, because it isn’t a fucking option. You got that? You belong to me.”