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Dmitri

I'm sitting on a couch, sipping a brandy, my eyes boring holes into the bathroom door. Sky has been in there for about an hour now. I occasionally hear moving water, but mostly it's silent. Thoughts of her maybe drowning herself as a result of falling asleep from the champagne eventually have me getting up and knocking on the bathroom door.

"Skylar, are you okay in there?" I try not to sound aggressive, but fail miserably.

I hear water splashing and then draining as a plug is pulled.

"I'll be right out," she says, her muffled voice reaching me through the door.

I stay rooted to the spot in front of the door. After a couple of minutes, the door finally opens, and she is surprised to see me still standing there.

She is wrapped in an oversized gown, the strap tied loosely around her waist, and her hands gripping the top halves of the gown together just above her breasts. Her hair is wet, and her eyes look a little puffy, as if she has been crying.

She looks down. "Sorry, I was trying to give you guys some time together."

"She left straight after you went in there. Why would we even need time together?" I'm unable to hide the frustration in my voice. I'm not sure if it's my tone or my statement that causes her head to whip up, her gaze locking with mine.

"Dmitri, you guys are basically a couple. You sleep together, you attend functions together, you guys kiss and hold arms and stuff," she trails off, gesturing to my face and arm as she talks.

"Okay, I'll say this for the last time. Elanor and I are not a couple. I don't do relationships. We don't sleep together, we fuck occasionally. The last time that happened was a little over eight months ago, which was also the last time I saw her and the last function we attended together. I don't kiss anyone. What you saw just now was Elanor greeting me. The same way she greets every man she is acquainted with. She is a touchy-feely person, that's just who she is. Don't read anything into it."

"Do you think so little of me, Skylar, that if I really were with someone, I would do what we did this morning?" I level her with a glare. I know I'm taking my frustration out on her, but I can't help it.

"Whoa," she says, eyes wide, hands up in the air, palms facing me. "Okay, calm down. That is definitely not what I'm insinuating, Dmitri. I know what happened between us was an... accident," she finishes, as if struggling to find the right word.

"An accident," I say, glaring at her. I take a step forward, her hands now on my chest. She has to crane her neck to look up at me.

"Are you saying we didn't have a choice in what happened? That I didn't choose to put my fingers in you, and you didn't allow it, it just happened. Like dropping a glass or spilling milk?" I question, annoyed.

I don't know why what happened this morning in bed between her and me, being described by her as an accident, is rubbing me the wrong way.

"Dmitri, you're twisting my words. Maybe accident is the wrong word. Let's rather say... unplanned," she says thoughtfully, a blush tinting her cheeks.

"Skylar, understand me. If I were really with someone, there is no way an 'accident' or an 'unplanned' incident like last night would ever happen. I chose that situation just as you did."

My eyes move from her face to her chest, the two halves of the gown that were clutched between her hands now slightly open, forming a V, the sides of her voluptuous, creamy white breasts peeking out.

I'm suddenly aware of her hands on my chest, and the irritation I felt seconds ago morphs into pure lust. My eyes darken. She can sense the change, and her eyes follow my gaze, taking in her slightly parted gown before her head snaps back up. She makes no move to rectify the situation, and instead, I find her eyes mirroring mine.

The smell of her arousal hits me, a low growl escaping from the back of my throat. That scent has inhabited my fantasies since the first time I smelled her excitement in the diner. It's like I'm drowning in it.

She continues staring at me, a blush on her face. She knows I can smell her. She doesn't break eye contact. As innocent as she is, she stands her ground, not wavering under my stare. It makes her so damn sexy. The innocence coupled with defiance and curiosity. I want to dominate her, touch her, lick her, taste her, and then fuck her. Slowly, until she is begging, and then hard, making her scream out in pleasure. Pleasure only I will give her.

My dick is straining against my suit pants, begging for release. I push her up against the wall, my hands plastered on either side. My body flush with hers. I want her to feel what she does to me. I push myself slightly back off the wall and trail my finger down her face, her breath hitching and her pulse quickening. I slowly guide the wet hair framing her face behind her left ear before leaning down, my lips millimeters away from her lobe, fanning it. Goosebumps erupt on her skin. She tilts her head to the other side, giving me better access.

"Should we have another accident, Skylar?" I whisper in her ear, a moan escaping her pink lips.

I grab her legs, easily lifting her so that her legs are now straddling my waist. She is naked underneath, the movement causing another wave of her arousal to wash over me. I inhale deeply, grinding my hard-on into her core, the suit pants the only barrier between us. Her gown is still loosely tied at the waist, but it is split open at the top and bottom.

Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. I let my finger graze her skin from her ear down her neck, a trail of tingles in its wake. She brings her head forward, her eyes now locked on mine as my finger travels further down, circling the outside of her breast. She pants as I grind into her, while my finger spirals inwards, closer and closer until I gently circle her nipple.

"Dmitri," she moans, her gaze still holding mine. I love watching her expressions. She feels everything so intensely.

I continue slowly circling her erect nipple, blowing on it as I do, causing her to buck her hips up, grinding her wet pussy on my dick. I pinch her nipple, gently at first, then a little harder, pulling on it before releasing it. Her face is gorgeous, ecstasy written all over it. She is panting, her grinding rhythm increasing, her head tilted back, eyes closed.

I lean down, kissing her neck just below her earlobe, my hand continuing its assault on her nipple, the pace of her grinding becoming faster and harder. She is gliding up and down the outline of my cock, her wetness soaking through my pants. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I want to rip my clothes off and fuck her.

I breathe on her earlobe before whispering, "Come for me, Skylar."

She cries out as her whole body trembles, her legs clenching around me. I feel a burst of energy leave her body and hit me, intensifying everything, and just as before, pushing me over the edge as I release, burying my head into her shoulder. We are both breathing hard, moments passing by as we try to gather ourselves.

This woman makes me feel like a schoolboy. Dry humping and unable to control myself. These orgasms with a mere mortal whom I haven't even fucked, are the most intense of my life.

Our moment is broken by a knock on the door. Sky jumps, startled, while embarrassment is all over her face.

"Oh my god, who is that?!" she whisper-shouts.

"Give us a minute!" I shout out loudly so that whoever is there can hear me.

Sky releases her legs, drops to the ground unsteadily, and quickly brings the gown fully together. She looks at my pants, embarrassment flooding her as I look down and see her juices, and mine, have made a mess of my crotch.

"I think this might be the most cringe moment of my life," she says, mortified, her face a deep shade of red.

I smirk, walking into the bathroom as I remove my clothes. I throw them into the clothes hamper and wrap a towel around me. Sky has wandered into the walk-in closet. I assume to avoid seeing me naked, while her shyness gets the better of her.

That woman is an enigma, I think, smiling to myself as I make my way to the door.

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