His discipline had been tested and he won, like he always won.
And for winning, he deserved a treat, at least a taste of honey. He pulled her hips forward, toward his face.
Sonya hesitated, not knowing what he wanted. Once she realized his intentions, she was concerned she wasn’t clean enough down there. The long, sweaty ride on the bike, the ocean, the sand…
“No, I haven’t showered,” she said meekly.
But Dmitri wouldn't let her be ashamed of her body. No way. He was going to return the pleasure she’d given him.
He didn’t even respond to her ridiculous remark about showering, as if her beauty and femininity could be defiled by a little sweat. He just growled and pulled her toward his parted lips.
She relented. She couldn’t say no to such hunger, and her own loins ached for his touch, any way she could get it.
Dmitri’s hot breath hit her first, sending shivers through her legs as he exhaled between her thighs.
Sonya pressed her legs together and let her hips drop, trying to force his face against her center. But he easily spread her thighs back open, lifted her hips, and continued teasing her with his breath.
Little by little, he let her drop toward his face, until his lips brushed against her. But not in the place she craved.
Instead, this big, rough man kissed her inner thigh, right in that ticklish spot where a narrow muscle stretches outward when a girl’s legs are spread.
Sonya tensed her stomach and gyrated her butt, trying to get herself aligned with the lips now suckling ever so close, but still not quite there.
If Dmitri had looked up, he would have seen Sonya’s face pouting with frustration. But his eyes were closed, and he didn’t need to see what he already knew.
He took a deep breath, like he was about to dive into the ocean. He was done teasing.
Dmitri had built up the saliva in his mouth, so when his lips hit Sonya’s wetness, at last, they mixed with her honey into a warm, slippery mess.
He didn’t waste time. He enveloped her with his mouth, suckling her so that her hood slid back and her clit felt the full force of his tongue.
Sonya gasped and cooed. Her knees trembled and dug inward against Dmitri’s broad shoulders as the electricity raced through her body.
In a few seconds, she was going to gush all over the face of a man she hardly knew, yet she was too aroused to be worried about making an even bigger mess than she already had.
Well, so she thought. But Dmitri was an experienced man, and he knew how to drive a girl into a delirium before allowing her the release of orgasm.
The moment of near ecstasy was over, and the teasing was about to resume.
It felt wonderful, except he licked everywhere but the one spot Sonya needed to feel him. And that was the point.
Dmitri circled his tongue through Sonya’s wet folds of flesh. Zig zags and swirls that now only flicked against her clit instead of giving her the full stimulation she craved. Then he licked even farther away, until he was back to kissing her on the inner thigh, before returning to the center again, but never long enough.
As Dmitri mercilessly toyed with her, Sonya realized his fingertips were creeping ever closer to her most private spot.
His hands were so big that he could grip her entire ass inside of them, massaging the muscles and slipping between her cheeks at the same time.
And now he was rubbing the outside of her butt. She was shocked, yet she liked it. It tickled, yet in the most erotic way possible.
She was surprised how it felt, because no one had ever touched her there. But yeah, she loved it.
Yet she wondered if he even knew where he was touching her, and she squirmed to make him stop.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t interested in whether she was nervous about it. So he kept on, feeling more and more of her with each passing second.
Sonya had been bent forward, digging her fingers into the sand as she rode Dmitri’s face. But she sat back up and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair like the reins of a horse.
She felt the saltwater, sand, and hair-spray mixing in his now ruined coif. She twisted locks of his hair in her hands and tried to drag that handsome face where she wanted it.
But he couldn’t be budged. He was going to do, or not do, whatever he wanted, whenever he felt like it. He continued the agonizing teasing.
Without warning, Dmitri grabbed her by the waist and practically flung her backward while flipping her over at the same time.
Now Sonya had that incredible cock back in view. You’d think she wouldn’t have needed to be told what to do with it, but she did.
She was so startled by the way Dmitri had thrown her around, she felt like his toy, a rag doll ready to be used, a student waiting to be instructed.
He didn’t wait for her to figure out the point of the 69 position. He snatched a handful of her lush black hair and yanked down, leading her lips right to his throbbing cock.
The instant Sonya took the swollen head in her mouth and gripped the shaft with both hands, Dmitri jerked her hips backward, back toward his face, which was still wet with her juices and thirsty for more.
Then he palmed her butt cheeks again, though from this new angle, spread them apart, took another deep breath and dove in.
No more teasing, and this time he meant it.