Sasha: The Awakening (The Wallflower Series Book 2)

by Fletcher, R. J.

  Exploring her mouth with his tongue, Dmitri relished the familiar taste of her once more. It was even better than he remembered and he had to concentrate fully on holding himself back. His body was already burning with need; his cock growing hard against the seam of his jeans. Sasha’s closeness did not help matters as she pressed her hips and chest into him. He could feel the warmth of her breasts against him, causing his mind to flood with thoughts of suckling her to completion, his mouth and tongue playing with the hardened buds.

  Their breathing became frenzied. Sasha wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck while her fingers played with the strands of hair resting at the nape of his neck. Pressing her more fervently against the tree, Dmitri’s hand moved from the small of her back until he tightly gripped one of her ass cheeks in his palm. Simultaneously, they released gasps of air as their arousal immediately heightened. But as his palm began to reach further into the crease of her legs, his fingertips dancing lightly on her cloth-covered mound, Sasha tore her mouth away.

  Dmitri kept her close, his lips reaching out for hers once more even as she evaded them.

  “What’s wrong?” he finally asked between breaths.

  “We can’t do this here.”

  He nodded in understanding, his lips resting against the surface of her cheek. “You’re right. I don’t want our first time together to be rushed. I want to take my time and explore every inch of your beautiful body until you are screaming beneath me.” Their eyes locked at his confession and he smiled at her visible shudder. “Come.” Without waiting for an answer, he took her hand and led her away.

  Sasha felt goose bumps and butterflies in her stomach as they neared the hotel. It wasn’t simply her arousal either. He had told her he loved her. While it may not have been in the most romantic gesture, she knew for Dmitri it was the most he had ever revealed to anyone before. Not one for words let alone emotional reveals, her entire time with him was becoming one upset after another. Warmth settled in her stomach that wasn’t due to her passions. It was from knowing someone loved her. And it wasn’t just any man, but the man she had given her heart to three years ago. He had finally told her. Uncontrollably, tears swam in her eyes as he continued to walk ahead of her, his grip never loosening.

  When they finally closed her hotel door behind them, Dmitri turned to her and gave her the gentlest peck upon the lips. Once he had separated himself, he noticed the sheen reflected in her eyes and took a step back. Cursing himself for rushing her, he immediately started to apologize.

  “Sasha, I’m sorry. If you don’t want this, we don’t have to go through with it. We can wait.”

  Smiling, she wiped away her tears and shook her head. “No, I do want this. I-I just…you said you loved me, Dmitri.”

  He chuckled slightly, running his hands through his hair in wonder at her innocence. “Of course I love you.”

  Her tone now serious, she shook her head at him. “Dmitri, Teagan is the only person to ever tell me that she loves me. There is no ‘of course.’.”

  “Yes there is,” his expression mirroring hers in its seriousness. “Because you are lovable, Sasha. You amaze me with everything you do and every single facet that makes up who you are. There is no one more special to me. You’re kind, loyal, smart, and beautiful…I could go on and on. There is an ‘of course’ because there was never an option of me not falling in love with you, I was simply too blind and bull-headed to admit it. But such things do not rule me anymore. I lost you once. I don’t want to lose you again.”

  Sasha closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, taking in his words. “I-I came to this place to find a love I lost…I just never believed it would be you I’d find. But I’m happy it is.” She reached out for the edge of his pullover and fingered the band of his jeans. “Make love to me, Dmitri.”

  She had expected him to passionately tear away at her clothes but instead, Dmitri grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hotel bedroom. They both settled onto the king-sized bed, enjoying the feel of the silky sheets. Sasha slowly settled down onto her back; her gaze never left the intensity of his. With a sexy grin, he straddled her hips; being careful to not settle all of his weight onto her, he reached up and removed his shirt. Sasha stared in awe at the defined muscles decorating his pale skin. While slightly smaller than he used to be, he was still just as defined and sexy as before. Unable to stop herself, she reached out and caressed his exposed chest and stomach.

  Dmitri groaned at her touch. Taking her hands into his, he settled them above her head and nibbled at her jaw and neck. While he sucked and playfully bit at the sensitive skin, Sasha closed her eyes, her hands clenched into fists as he kept them tied down to the surface of the bed. When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her hips automatically bucked beneath him, coming into contact with his hardness. At his sharp intake of breath, Sasha gave as good as she got by grinding up into him.

  He grunted in her ear before releasing her wrists to remove her shirt and bra. Immediately, he took her breasts into his large palms, playing with their weight. They fit perfectly and he almost drooled at the hardened nipples.

  “You’ve always been so sexy,” he whispered to her.

  Sasha arched her back into his grip, desperate for him to take them into his mouth. At last, she felt the warmth and wetness of his lips and tongue encircle one extended bud while his fingers gently played with the other, flicking it back and forth. Her hands became entangled in his inky black hair as she silently urged him to suck harder and to take more. Both their movements became frenzied as he switched back and forth. His mouth widened to take as much of one breast into his mouth; his tongue gently caressing the soft skin.

  But without warning, he soon released her. Sasha whimpered at the loss of his mouth but became just as quickly distracted by Dmitri working her pants down her slim hips. He eyed the lacy bikini she wore hungrily. Licking his lips, once her pants were long forgotten on the carpeted floor, he spread her legs wide and settled himself comfortably in between her thick thighs. She watched shyly as he pressed his face to her core, taking her scent deep into his lungs before sliding his tongue against her panty-clad lips in one full swipe.

  “Oh god!” she gasped at the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hands tore at the seam of her underwear, indicating to him her desperation to feel him against her skin without any barriers between them. He listened to her pleas, but took his time removing the lace. Glancing up at her and seeing her writhing upon the bed filled him with masculine pride. He grinned at the continued whimpers escaping her kiss-swollen lips as he took the lace between his bare teeth and pulled them down.

  Once they were completely removed, he cupped her in one palm. “Do you want me to eat this pussy baby?”

  She couldn’t immediately answer, too overcome by the feel of his fingers playing gently with her clitoris. Sasha unconsciously spread her legs wider and thrust into his fingers. Dmitri looked on as she took her pleasure; her eyes were closed in ecstasy as erratic breaths escaped her lips. Watching as her pink tongue peaked out and licked at her bottom lip, Dmitri reached down hungrily and took her mouth once more in a passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled even as his fingers continued to play with her pussy. When he had quite literally left her breathless once more, he trailed his kisses down the soft planes of her stomach before teasing her clit with his tongue.

  Sasha’s body was no longer under her control as she lay exposed to him. Every lick from his tongue and playful pull from his lips created bursts of pleasure that curled her toes and made her whimper and moan in desperation for more. She could only imagine how she looked, her hair frazzled from the bed, legs open wide, and back arched while her hands lay entangled in his hair. She could feel herself reaching her peak. It started with the butterflies in her stomach that burst with heat at every swipe or suckle of her clitoris. And then, just as quickly as she reached the top, she tumbled over with a scream.

  “Dmitri!” she called out.

  Even as she finally
settled, his mouth remained glued to her core. Her juices covered his lips and cheeks, but he loved it. Her scent completely surrounded him as he continued to coax more from her. It wasn’t until her second burst that he finally, reluctantly, pulled himself away. Breathing harshly, he looked down at her spent form. With glazed over eyes, she looked beautiful. But he had merely just begun.

  He licked at his lips, savoring her taste as he pulled impatiently at his jeans and briefs. When he was finally naked, he climbed over her and settled between her legs once more. With their height difference, his chest was above her head and he could rest his hands comfortably beside her, effectively caging her in.

  Still recovering from her orgasm, it took her some time before she returned to reality and looked up at him. She could feel his cock head poking at her entrance. The heat between them shocked her; how could she still be so aroused? It was because of Dmitri. Her body could never be fully satiated when it came to him. Anxious for him to fill her, she pulled at his slim hips while simultaneously lifting her own.

  Dmitri groaned as he slowly breached her entrance. She was just as tight as he remembered and the heat emanating from her core was beyond anything he could imagine. He thrust until his cock had filled her halfway.

  “Come on, baby,” he begged. “Take all of me. I need to be all the way inside you.”

  “Yes, Dmitri! Oh, god-please!” She gasped as he took hold of her ankles and spread her legs even more until she was completely exposed to him. In one quick thrust, he embedded himself to the point of hitting her cervix. Sasha whimpered at the slight pain taking him completely had caused but it dissipated at the feel of him moving within her.

  “You’re pussy is so tight and wet! You’re gonna make me cum, baby!” he gritted between his teeth.

  In response to his continued invasion, her pussy watered greedily, until his cock was completely coated in her juices. The sound of their connection permeated the room as he continually thrust into her. Wanting to fill the full weight of him, she reached out and pulled him down with her arms encircling his neck. Acquiescing, Dmitri covered her completely with his larger body; his thrusts became more forceful, to the point her body jolted every time his hardness pierced her.

  As he neared his peak, he buried his face into her neck and held her in his arms. There wasn’t an inch separating them; their slick bodies rubbed against each other, only adding to their pleasure. Sasha’s legs tightened around his hips as she felt similar stirrings in her core and belly. The rough hairs of his groin continually stimulated her clitoris as he went back and forth between grinding his hips down into her and plunging forcefully.

  Just when they felt they couldn’t take anymore, he buried himself even further within her. She screamed at the pleasure-pain that took her over; her pussy clasped around his hardness, trying to prevent his retreat. But it was futile, for Dmitri had no intention of escaping the explosion of wet heat surrounding his cock as his head reared back with a groan of pleasure. Sasha could feel his seed coating her womb. The thought of completely belonging to him enhanced her orgasm even more. Their hips ground into one another as they basked in their shared orgasm.

  Once their erratic hearts had finally settled, Dmitri turned over onto his back without releasing her. She lay comfortably upon his chest, his cock still buried within her core. He could feel the pulses of her pussy actively milking his hardness as she slowly recovered from her release. It only made him want her again. He watched as she adorably rested her cheek against his chest, tickling the hairs there with her fingertips. Sasha could feel the stirring of his cock and had to consciously prevent herself from rearing back and riding him into oblivion.

  “A day isn’t enough for me either,” she admitted, looking up into his eyes.

  Without responding at first, he took a hold of her chin and kissed her lips. “Good,” he stated simply. Gently, he raised her from his chest; holding onto her hips, he began to thrust slowly into her once more. The fierce passion and desire in his eyes matched hers as she began to rotate her hips in turn.

  Chapter Ten

  It was a late night and Sasha could feel her eyelids becoming heavier with each passing tick of the clock in her office. She was behind on these forms and knew that if she returned home, they wouldn’t be ready by the eight a.m. deadline. So here she was...it seemed like the drama of her personal life was influencing her professional focus. It was uncommon for her to be so irresponsible. But even as she silently admonished her behavior, Sasha couldn’t deny the lighthearted feeling that now characterized her entire being.

  She was happy. Her thoughts would stray to Dmitri, but no longer would that result in heartache and regret. Instead, she would remember his laughter as they teased each other or the look of passion in his eyes as they made love. He was different in so many ways but the same in the ways she had grown to love merely two years ago.

  Shaking her head, she tried to return her thoughts to work but was interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. She looked up to see Lola entering with a sheepish grin decorating her features.

  “Hey, Sash…how’s it going?”

  “Lola? What are you doing here?” Sasha looked at the clock. It was almost nine o’clock.

  Lola entered the room and sat down, relaxing into the chair. “I’m usually the one behind schedule. I’ve never seen you here so late so when I saw your light on, I thought I should stop by and see how things were going. You know, we don’t hang out as much as we used to. Am I to assume that things are going swimmingly with Carter?” Her eyebrows danced suggestively.

  Sasha set down her pen and sighed. “Actually…I’m not seeing Carter anymore.”

  “Wait…what happened? You said your last date went well. I saw him come here and take you to lunch.”

  “I’m seeing someone else right now.”

  As if summoned, there was a knock on her office door again. Both her and Lola looked up in surprise. While a wide grin spread across Sasha’s features, Lola’s mouth gaped open in feminine appreciation at the figure that appeared in their office doorway. Dmitri stood there, dressed in casual pants and a pullover that hugged his muscular frame. With eyes only for Sasha, he winked and walked towards her desk.

  Their eyes stayed locked on one another as Dmitri bent down to caress her cheek with his lips in a soft, barely-there kiss. Sasha couldn’t help but to blush and look away once she remembered Lola’s presence.

  “I wanted to come pick you up after you told me you were staying late. How much time do you need?” he asked.

  “I just have a few more papers to fill out. I should be done in ten more minutes,” she informed him with a smile.

  After telling her he’d wait outside, she and Lola watched him walk out of the office. He gave a brief nod in Lola’s direction before disappearing from view around the corner. At his absence, Lola regained control of her tongue.

  “Wait…hold the phone. Is that who you were just talking about? Who is that?”

  Sasha shrugged her shoulders with a sheepish grin. “Dmitri is my ex-boyfriend. We got back together and…”

  “Since when do you date white guys?!” Lola interrupted.

  Sasha didn’t immediately respond. Trying to discern Lola’s tone, she simply responded, “What does his race matter?”

  Lola scoffed and shook her head as if she were scolding a child. “Sasha you had a wonderful black man at your fingertips and you just throw him out? So many black women would have killed to be in your shoes. Nowadays, it is so hard to come across men like Carter- ones who are actually interested in their own women. I just don’t get it.”

  Sasha’s eyes narrowed at Lola’s words. “You don’t have to get anything, Lola. My relationship with Dmitri is none of your concern, and I frankly have no interest in receiving your blessing or approval.” Before her coworker could respond, Sasha stood, showing in her body language how serious she took this conversation.

  “Listen to me, Lola. I see you as a friend, and while I would like to keep
that relationship. Dmitri and I have a connection that you could never understand because you don’t know either of our pasts. Getting back together with him was not an easy decision but every day I spend with him has reminded me that it was the right one.

  “Carter is a great man; that is something I could never deny. The way he treated me before and after he found out about my previous relationship with Dmitri revealed his great character. Any woman who ends up with him is going to be very lucky. But what I felt for him was nowhere near my feelings for Dmitri. Staying with him because he is black wouldn’t have been the best decision for either of us. If you think he is such a great man, maybe you should consider giving him a call. I hear he’s still single.”

  There was a finality in her tone that Lola knew not to cross.

  “You know…I said before that you were submissive, and I know in the moment you took that to mean you are weak…that’s not at all how I meant it to sound.” Lola cleared her throat and looked away from the intensity in Sasha’s eyes. “I overstepped, and I’m sorry. It’s just that…”

  “What?” Sasha’s voice expressed concern now. It was unusual for her to see Lola look almost defeated.

  Lola swallowed and approached Sasha’s desk as if she was going to tell her a secret. “Justin and I…went out and…I don’t know how the hell it happened but we slept together.” At the shocked look on Sasha’s face, Lola continued hurriedly, “I’ve never slept with a white guy before, so I panicked. I’m not a bigot, I swear. I-I just…oh!” She buried her face between her hands. “How do I even look him in the eye anymore? I had no idea he was even in to black women.”

  Sasha found the whole entire scenario to be humorous. She knew from the looks Justin had sent Lola’s way that he may have been romantically interested in her. His only hesitation was probably the difference in their positions in the company. To some men, it could be intimidating dating a superior. Sasha hoped that wasn’t the case, however.