Chapter Four

Landi felt her nipples tighten even more and she knew he could see them; she was only wearing the tank top. “Take off your shirt,” Dimitri ordered her, just as she had to him.

With one small step back, Ilanderae gathered the hem of her pink top in her hands and pulled it off her body in one motion. She felt his sharp intake of breath deep in her soul. A heated flush filled her as his eyes grew to a dark burnished color while raking over her breasts.

“Perfect,” he groaned, and his hands cupped her globes. Dimitri allowed his thumbs to torment the already puckered nipples. “They fit so flawlessly in my hands.”

A small moan escaped her mouth as Landi fought not to lose control of her legs. Her knees were shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. She clenched her hands into fists; she wasn’t sure what else to do with them.

He his touch flowed over her flat stomach, dipped into the tiny swell of her waist, and slipped around to the small of her back. Then he removed his hands totally and walked around her, again like she had done to him.

Dimitri used one finger to trail over the expanse of her back while he moved slowly, not rushing the opportunity to look his fill of her beautiful body.

Standing behind her, Dimitri placed his hands on her hips and leaned in to bury his face into the ponytail she wore. The silken strands smelled like a mix of lavender, peppermint, and lemon. In fact, her whole body did. It was one hell of an aphrodisiac to his waning control.

Slipping his hands around to the front of her body, he sighed with contentment as the weight of her breasts was once again in his palms. Maneuvering his head, Dimitri swiped his tongue along the back of her exposed neck. She tasted delicious. Her small body shuddered beneath him.

Relying on the support his body behind hers offered, Landi allowed herself to relax against him. Not that she had much choice once he cupped her breasts again and began licking her neck.

Dimitri knew Landi could feel and discern what the hard ridge pressed into her buttocks was. His body clenched at the knowledge that soon, it would be hers. Landi brought her hands back to rest on the sides of his strong thighs, a move that arched her back and pressed her breasts further into his eager hands.

Nipping her slightly on the neck, Dimitri’s hands traveled south with his hands. The smell of her de-sire was beginning to fill the room. Every inhalation and touch of her body on his chipped away at the hold he had on his control.

Halting at the top of her shorts, he let his fingers tease beneath the elastic. He felt the band of her panties and his cock jerked painfully as a result. “These need to go,” he whispered as he began to tug them down.

Once they were past her hips, the material slipped unimpeded to the floor. Dimitri stepped around to the front of her and looked over her. She stood before him in nothing but a white thong.

His eyes easily picked up on the fact it was soaked. “Damn,” he hissed. Like a hungry wolf, he circled her again. This time his sharp eyes picked up on a tattoo she had. It was on her left hip, a ladder that was deep pink in color. Beneath the ladder was the outline of a moon.

Dimitri traced one rung with a finger as he asked, “What possessed you to get a pink ladder on this marvelous skin?”

Ilanderae had to take several deep breaths before she could respond. “It is the Adinkra symbol of fate.”

One thick black eyebrow rose as he began to shake his head. He moved his fingers over it one more time before sliding them under the edge of her skimpy thong. “Fate?” Nimue is Merlin’s one true love. And another word for Nimue is Fate.

“Yes,” she stuttered. “I got it in college; my friends said I always tempted fate.”

“Well, you sure as hell are tempting me.” He lifted her into his arms and walked over to the bed in the hotel room, lowering her gently to rest on the mattress. Dimitri eyed the fashion magazine that lay there and shoved it to the side.

Landi tugged his body down over hers, loving how the rough feel of his denim jeans felt against her bare legs. His thick chest hair teased and tormented her sensitive breasts. Her hands ran over the muscles in his back and settled on the firm ass he was blessed with.

Her hips bucked, pressing her soaking core against him, telling him what she wanted. What she craved.

Dimitri seemed to have had enough of playing around. Rolling her over so she was on top of him, he latched his lips onto one of the breasts that hung enticingly over his mouth. His tongue rolled her turgid nipple around as he alternated sucking and nipping on it. He kicked off his shoes so they were out of the way.

Landi had begun to mewl in the back of her throat as she ground down against the stiff erection in his denims. Her back arched, allowing him to pull even more of her breast into his mouth.

The feel of him between her thighs and the tugging his mouth was doing to her breast sent her body into an orgasm that blindsided her. It sent her spiraling into a beautiful world. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel Dimitri deep within her body.

She moved her breast from his mouth and slid down his form, placing little kisses along the hairy chest. Her nose inhaled the light smell of a musky cologne that he wore and wore well.

At the button of his jeans, she stopped. Her legs straddled his and she could see the wet spot that her most recent orgasm had put on his clothing. Landi undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

She tugged the material down over his lean hips and couldn’t stop the groan of appreciation at the sight of his cock straining against his boxers.

“Landi,” Dimitri uttered, his naturally deep voice sounding about an octave lower. His hips lifted so she could pull the jeans off.

She sucked her bottom lip in her mouth as she stood over him and looked. His thick lashes were lowered and she knew they were full of passion. The dark green of his boxers was a good color against his skin. But she didn’t want his boxers; well, she did, but Landi wanted them off his body.

Kneeling back on the bed, Landi crawled up to where she could touch the waist of his boxers. Passion glazed her eyes as she finished undressing him. Her eyes became transfixed on the thick erection that jutted out from the dark hair.

Damn, I want that in my mouth. Before Dimitri could respond to the emotion he no doubt saw in her eyes, she leaned over and swiped her tongue across the top of his penis. His whole body jerked as he let loose an expletive.

“Landi!” He tried to grab her shoulders.

She was determined when she wanted something, and she wanted his dick deep within her mouth. So she had it. Rolling off his touch, she ran her tongue around the swollen head before lowering her mouth over it.

Dimitri had just about blown his load at the first touch of her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft. Her ponytail had fallen over her shoulder and the ends tickled the sensitive skin of his pelvic region.

More and more of his cock she took in her mouth. By the time her nose had reached the hair from where her treat originated, his hands were on the side of her head as hips began bucking, allowing him to drive home deep in her throat.

“Oh, Jesus, Landi. I’m about to—!”

His incomplete warning came seconds before he did. Spurt after spurt left his body and shot down her throat. And she took it all.