Chapter 91: Chapter 91

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

The words that I’ve been holding off since two years ago suddenly explodes in front of her. The cool Dmitri could no longer take it, and just like that I blurt out something I would never think of even uttering.

“How cruel of you! You were the one who left when I was ready to fight for you. I searched the world for you, and now that I found you, you were betrothed to another man. Tell me how! How do I unlove you?”

Tears fall from both our eyes and the next thing we know, we are kissing each other, deeply and passionately, as if the two years of longingness for each other has finally been released.

Avery kisses me. She walks towards me, she holds my face and she claims my lips as if there’s no tomorrow. I feel like surging fire of anger subsides everytime her lips move with mine.

Her kiss is like a ton of water that submerges my heated argument a while ago. I feel like drowning, drowning in her love, in her pain, in her lust and in her desire.

This warmth on my lips, this sensation that I’ve been feeling seems like a manifestation of her love for me. She still loves me. She still does!

My heartbeat couldn’t keep up, but my mind is clear, “How I miss her kiss! How I’ve been wanting to devour her lips ever since I first saw her at that shop.”

She’s the one who came to me. She’s the one who wanted me. And I am on the other side right now. How it feels good!

Now, I can’t stop anymore. No one can break my decision.

“I will make her mine again,” I swear it to myself.

“She’s mine to begin with,” I convince myself. I remove my lips from her kisses and I can feel her annoyance from what I did.

Avery, always the impatient one. I hold her chin up, look her in the eyes and say, “You are mine, Avery. No one else’s but mine,” then I devour her even more.

Our feet begin to move in harmony, as if they know where the position of the bed is. She steps forward every time I step backward.

With every movement of our lips rises our body heat. We feel the hotness inside this four-cornered hotel room despite being airconditioned.

When we are at the edge of the bed, sexual desires even rise and I begin to suck her lips much harder and she produces a loud moan. Our tongues intertwine and explore each other’s mouth.

The tip of my tongue poke the walls of her left and right cheeks before I suck her tongue. The saliva that’s been dripping from the corner of our mouth is nothing compared to the wetness that she feels down there.

As my knee accidentally brushes in between her thighs, I can feel she tightens her muscle and hears a groan from her.

I continue to kiss her and suck her tongue much harder.

As I release her tongue from my mouth, the thin line of saliva that connects our lips gets cut. Then she bites my lips aggressively and I groan.

She hugs me and looks at me with those puppy eyes of hers. She steps back and distances herself.

“Undress me, Dee,” she requests, and every cell in me retaliates asking me to take her down immediately.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask her for one last time.

“Shut up and make love to me, Dmitri!” she answers impatiently.

So I take two steps towards her. I slowly and sexily slide her dress down, exposing her full-breasts that bounce after being freed from the dress that’s been caging them. Then I remove her nipple covers with my mouth.

I squeeze both her breast with my huge hands, and I hear her groan. Then I give smooches around her nipples, teasing them with my tongue.

She grabs my hair and pulls it, “Oh, fuck! Please, hurry, Dee, I can’t wait!” she says.

So I wet the cover and strip them off her already hardened-nipples. Her pink nipples that are already for a fight. Then I claim them one by one, causing her to moan more.

“Uh, yeah, Dee,” she can’t stop saying my name as I play her nipples with my tongue. I blow them alternately and suck and bite them gently.

She loves how much I play with them.

Then I squeeze her breast even more, and then I carry her to bed.

She lies down immediately and spreads her legs widely, exposing her already wet sexy underwear.

“Oh, look at this sight, Avery. You are so wet!” Her wetness seems like a crying river inviting me to dive in.

So that’s what I did. I kneel down on the ground and my body forward, towards her already-wet private area.

I sniff it and there’s no greater smell than Avery’s scent. It feels like a heroine to me that I can’t resist once it is already in my system.

I first eat it with the undies on, the rubbing of the fabric to her sensitive clitoris will even increase the wetness that she already has.

So I continue to eat it and massage it with my mouth. I hear her groan loudly, “That feels so nice,” she says.

Once her wetness is uncontrollable, I remove her undies, and directly rubs her private area. The skin-to-skin rubbing makes her scream even more, but I hear her suppressing the noise.

“It’s okay, no one can hear you, here, Avery. Scream all you want, moan for me,” I encourage her.

And I begin playing with her clitoris first. I put it in between my fingers and move into an up and down motion, while sucking the tip, which is the most sensitive part.

She goes even crazier, and pulls my hair more aggressively, “Uh, gosh, Dee, please, more!”

Then I change the motion into a circular one, I use my forefinger to create a rhythm while playing with ehr clitoris, then continuously move counter clockwise. Her second mouth can’t stop secreting clear juice that smells really great.

“Yes, Avery, keep on going,” then I lick all the juices, from her anal rim to her vaginal rim, giving her the best feeling ever.

She groans the loudest, “Fuck!”

Then I raise both her legs and bend it over until her feet reach her shoulder, giving me a better access to her womanhood.

I blow her part and shower her vulva with lots of kisses, every part of her, her clitoris, its hood, her lavia, everything.

Then I begin to give her a steamy hot oral sex. I lick the outer part of her vagina, and then slowly get inside her. I slowly put my tongue inside her, making sure that she’ll feel every inch of it.

I push and pull my tongue out repeatedly, and her whole body shivers from the sensation it couldn’t bear to handle.

“Oooooh… Ahhhhh…” Avery whimpers with satisfaction. Her high-pitch voice amplifies the arousal I have right now.

So I keep on doing what I love doing, and that is to make her come, “Are you ready, Avery?”

“I am, please, get inside me, Dee!” she pleads as she holds the sheet on both her side. I pull her on the edge of the bed, as I stand and position myself, like a soldier entering into a battle.

But instead of guns and grenades, all I have is my angry shaft ready to thrust her any moment.

I remove all my clothes and begin my preparation.

I put both her feet onto my shoulders, helping her to create a right angle, with her two legs perpendicular to her body.

Then I put my whole being inside her, and as I feel her tightness and the warmth inside her, I groan, “Argh! Shit! You are as tight as I remember you, Avery.”

Then I begin to start with a slow rhythm, so she won’t feel the pain of my every thrust. I try to be as gentle as I could.

Then, I pick up the pace and escalate the speed one level at a time.

Her body, and her big breast juggles alongside every jolt. I look at her, and her eyes are closed, and her mouth are wide open.

I begin to lean towards her body more, bringing her legs closer to her body, creating a slanted line. And I reach for her breasts. I squeze both of them simultaneously as I continue to penetrate her deeper and deeper.

Then, her slender fingers play alongside my head, and she puts one on my mouth, I suck it and it makes her smile. Then she pulls my head closer, and she kisses me. Her body is so flexible that she is able to reach my lips at this position.

Then I turn her body around, now her bottom is facing me, I kneel her on the bed, and pin her upper body and her breast against the bed, then I enter her again roughly.

“Ugh,” she groans, and I continue to thrust her. My jolt gets faster and faster, and our moans harmonize together. And as I feel that she came, I move more aggressively.

“Are you on pills?” I ask her panting.

“No!”

“Are you on injectables?” I ask her again, while grasping for my breath.

“Yes!”

I smile hearing her answer, “Then, let me come inside you, is that okay?” I ask her permission while holding both sides of her waist.

“Yes, yes!” she says, repeatedly.

“Ah, uh, oh…”

“Urgh, agh, yeah…”

The sexual noise we create are just music to both our ears, and we reach the highest musical note there is when I reach the climax.

Both of us are sweating, our hearts are racing, it was a lovely night, and I really enjoyed the fight.

She’s lying in my bed right now, panting, and rose cheeks are visible. The squirting of her vagina just ends.

“Aren’t you going to wash?” I ask her.

“I am tired, and drunk, come beside me,” she calls to me while extending her arms for a hug.

So I jump to bed beside her, and she uses my arm as her pillow. We are both naked and wasted, and I like the way it goes.

She wraps one of her hand to my torso, and her one leg to mine.

“Aren’t you cold? I’m going to get our blanket,” I say, but she doesn’t let me go.

“Your warmth is enough. Just hug me back, and let’s go to sleep,” she says.

This seems like a dream, watching her face, her body on mine, and if I don’t wake up, it’s fine as long as she’s here with me, I want nothing, I want no one else anymore.

***

The next morning I am awaken by the gushes of water from the shower and the dim light at the ceiling. When I get up, I can see Avery just finishing her bath, and is now wearing one of my shirt.

I love it when she does it.

“Good morning,” I greet her, but she doesn’t respond immediately. After she finishes, she turns to me and says coldly, “I’ll be borrowing your shirt for now, I have to go now, please let me use your keycard.”

I sigh, I think I am now awake facing the dim reality.

“Aren’t you going to have rbeakfast with me?” I still smile at her, though my heart is already pounding thinking whether yesterday night was just a product of alcohol.

“I am sorry, Dee. But, like I said, we have an early tour,” she explains, but her face is expressionless.

“Then can I see you again? Or meet you again?” I ask.

But she doesn’t answer and just turns her back at me. When I see that she all picked up her clothes, I get up the bed,

“Hold on, let me get dressed and I’ll accompany you to the elevator,” I utter sadly.

I walk her out and use the keycard, and before the elevator door closes, I tell her what I’ve been wanting to tell.

I just can’t let her disappear in my life again, can I? With all the courage I have, I say, “Be with me, Avery. Come with me.”

She shakes her head and avoids my gaze, “I can’t break up with him, Dee. I have loved Jeff with all my heart, but, I…” she pauses.

“But you love me, too, right?” I complete her unfinished sentence.

“My body, my mind, and my soul, they all want you. I can’t explain, but whenever I have sex with Jeff, all I can think about is you, and your touch,” she cries her heart out.

“Then, leave him. It’s obvious who makes you happy,” I insist.

“I can’t,” she boldy says while bawling her eyes out.

“Why not?” I scold her back.

“Because Jeff is the only one who can promise me forever, Dee. He has already given me his all, something that you never did, when you had the chance. So, promise me, this will be the last thing this would happen. And I do hope, we never see each other ever again,” she pleads.

Her mouth says differently, but deep in her heart, she knows she wants me beside her, so for one last time, I offer her a proposal she surely can’t resist,

“How about, I’ll be your other guy? I’ll be your lover, and even when you get married, I’ll still be with you, no questions asks,” but our conversation ends with my question when the elevator door closes.