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Dmitri

I'm sitting on a couch, sipping a brandy, my eyes boring holes into the bathroom door. I obviously fucked up sending Elanor here, underestimating her feelings for me. Sky has been in there for about an hour now. I occasionally hear the movement of water, but mostly it's just silent. Thoughts of her maybe drowning herself due to 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. As miserably as I feel.

Water splashes and then drains as the plug is pulled.

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

I stay rooted to my spot in front of the door. After a couple of minutes, the door finally opens, a shocked expression on her face when she sees me standing there.

She is wrapped in an oversized gown, the strap tied loosely around her waist, and her hands gripping the top halves together just above her breasts. Her hair is wet, and her eyes look slightly puffy as if she has been crying. This was the umpteenth time she had cried around me. 

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 unsure if my tone or my statement causes her head to whip up, her gaze locking with mine.

"Dmitri, you guys are practically 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, as well as 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 an expressive person. That's just who she is. Don't read anything into it." My eyes watch her as she digests this information.

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

"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, looking her straight in her eyes. 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. She starts blushing.

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

"Skylar, understand me. If I was 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 shift, and her eyes follow my gaze, taking in her slightly parted gown before her head snaps back up to mine. 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. Since I first smelt her excitement in the diner, that scent has inhabited my fantasies. 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, till 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 is 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. Inhaling deeply, I grind my hard-on into her core, the suit pants the only barrier between us. Her gown is still loosely tied by the waist but 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 locked on mine as my finger travels further down, circling the outside of her breast. She starts panting as I grind into her while my finger spirals inwards, closer and closer, until I gently circle her nipple.

"Dmitri," she moans, her eyes still locked with 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 which is still bursting to be released from its cage. I squeeze the nipple between my fingers, gently at first, then more firmly, pulling on it before releasing it, then gently pressing it again. Her face is gorgeous. Ecstasy painted all over it. She is panting and increasing the rhythm of her grinding. Her head now 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 glides up and down on my dick, her wetness soaking through my pants. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I want to rip my pants off and fuck her.

"Come for me, Skylar."

The demand elicits a moan, her grinding frenzied as I push into her. 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 and gather ourselves.

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

A knock on the door breaks our moment. Sky jerks back, embarrassment 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, dropping to the ground unsteadily and quickly bringing 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 start removing my clothes. I throw them into the clothes hamper and wrap a towel around me. Sky has wandered into the closet, I assume to avoid seeing me naked. Her shyness getting 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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