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Skylar

I wake up to a pitch-black room and throbbing hip. I am also, to my utter fucking shock and horror, straddling a sleeping Dmitri. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing my body to be as still as possible, while I mentally count to ten. I am mortified. How on gods green earth have I landed myself in this position? Recurring question, it seems.

I take stock of my position. My hands are cupping his shoulders, my head resting on his chest, and my legs on either side of his stomach. No wonder my hip is aching. He is not the smallest guy to be straddling. I am surprised it isn't aching more, though. I'll probably pay for this in the morning in the form of limping around the house. Thankfully we are not crotch-to-crotch else this would have been even more awkward. I am a bit up from that area, but not by much. Stop thinking about his junk. Stop thinking about his junk. I repeat the mantra several times, mentally slapping some sense into myself.

While I should just move and get off of him, honestly, I just don't want to. His hand is on my back, and I love how it feels. I love how he feels, the warmth from his body engulfing mine. I miss him. And his body is so strong and firm. I am tempted to run my hands down his shoulders and chest. A man like this is meant to be traversed, not just with one's eyes. He is meant to be explored with all the senses.

This whole situation reminds me of the morning in Spain when I woke up between his legs. Mmmm, and then what happened after that. Images flash through my mind, my mantra pushed aside quicker than you can say "go." Now all I can think about is his hands on me, inside me, all over my body. My breathing has increased, and I can feel the arousal between my legs. I need to move before he wakes up and smells me. His nose is way too sensitive. How I will accomplish getting off him without him waking up is beyond me.

"I can smell you, Skylar." Fuck. If I haven't missed those words. And his voice is so husky and rough. My hormone levels kick up a notch, the words still having the same effect it has always had on me. Wetter than ever. I was pretty fucked. How would I explain this? Oh, sorry, I must have had a kinky dream. Would he even buy that hogwash? Maybe I should just pretend I am asleep.

"I can hear you are awake by your breathing and heart rate." Awesome. He wasn't fooled. I am an idiot.

"I don't really know what to say. I don't know how I landed up...well, here, straddling you. I'm sorry."

"You were having a bad dream Skylar, and when I tried to comfort you, you latched onto my body and didn't want to let go. And so, we find ourselves here." Luckily, he doesn't sound annoyed. That would have made this situation even worse.

I roll off him onto my left side and then onto my back. A pain shoots out from my hip up and down my right side as I swing my leg over him.

"Ow!" Fuck, it hurts.

"Let's put some cream on," Dmitri says, sitting up and turning the side lamp on.

This could be awkward. I was only in my panties, and those were soaked. I squeeze my legs shut, hoping he won't see the wet patch. He faces me, balm in hand, looking as awkward as I feel. Looking down, I can see that he has been as affected by my proximity as I am by his. He has a prominent bulge in his pants that he isn't even really trying to hide. Where would he hide it anyway? I quickly avert my eyes when I realize I have been staring. I hope he didn't notice.

"Roll on your side." He already has the jar open and some balm on his finger. I should have said I can do this myself, but I was too wrapped up in my perverted thoughts to string together proper sentences.

I do as he says, rolling onto my left side. He leans forward, one hand moving my panty out of the way while the other applies the balm. He inhales deeply, a soft growl escaping his lips. The growl is erotic. Its effect has me clenching my thighs together, squirming slightly as my pussy seems to get wetter.

"Fuck Skylar, you're driving me crazy here." He shuts his eyes and opens them again. His pupils have dilated until his eyes are almost black.

"We should use this opportunity to test Raina's theory." My mind can't comprehend what he has just said. The way he said it distracts me from the meaning. His tone is dark and seductive as he gently pushes my waist so I am on my back. 

"Wait, what?" I ask him, convinced I misheard him.

He gets up and moves to the foot of the bed. His dark eyes are locked with mine as my heart rate goes crazy. He leans forward, his hands on my ankles, tingles erupting and sending a shiver through my body.

"Relax, Skylar."

His hands slowly start moving up, his fingers grazing the outer side of my legs softly as he moves along. His gaze doesn't waver, and I cannot look away. I am so turned on right now. He smirks when I start squirming and trying to clench my thighs shut. He puts his knee on the bed as his hands move to the top of my panties, his fingers hooking onto the top. I really need to invest in some sexier underwear. These boy short-style panties are hella comfy, but I doubt they are doing much for me.

He starts pulling them down excruciatingly slow, the dampness in them now clear as daylight. He takes a deep breath in, his eyes turning even darker. Their journey ends, and they are dropped on the floor, his mouth now latching onto the same trail they blazed. His tongue is licking its way up my inner thigh, his hand pushing my leg to the side. My core is already clenching, and there is a tight feeling in my stomach. Without waiting, his lips latch onto my sensitive area, his tongue delving in and around my pussy while he laps up all the juices I have leaked out.

My eyes are squeezed shut, the ecstasy of the feeling driving me to the brink of insanity. His tongue lathes a path between my folds to find my clit as one, and then two fingers enter where his tongue once was. His fingers push into me slowly, my walls loving the stretched feel. He slowly pulls out before thrusting back in, the pace still too laid back for the need building inside me. I am on the precipice, and my body wants more. Harder and faster. He is sucking and nipping at my clit, my hips lifting to meet the thrust of his fingers, demanding more. I moan out in frustration and ecstasy, his name leaving my lips.

"You want my fingers to fuck you harder, Skylar?" He asks me, the directness of the question a huge turn-on.

The scene is erotic, his fingers disappearing inside me and then being pulled back out, his tongue licking his lips, savoring my taste.

"Words, Skylar. Tell me what you want." He is driving me insane as his fingers leisurely torment me.

I hesitate before the words finally fill the silence. "Yes, I want harder and faster."

And just like that, he is thrusting his fingers into me deeply, his tongue back to its place on my clit. His fingers are now acting out my request as he hammers in and out, in and out, faster, harder, deeper. Just as I think I cannot take anymore, he inserts one more finger and thrusts deeper than I thought possible, hitting a spot that makes me explode. The energy bursts out of my body as I spasm around his fingers. I scream his name as I grab a pillow and bury my face in it. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

I lift the pillow from my face when he says, "I'll be right back."

His quick retreat to the bathroom brings me down from the highest sexual high of my life.

Geez, what just happened? Concerned that I may have hurt him, I quickly get up, noticing the damp spot on the bed from my juices. Wow. I just changed the bedding two days ago. My body also feels fantastic. Most of the pain from the bruising has subsided, making movement easy.

I pull out a pair of panties from the side drawer and put them on before I move silently to the bathroom door. In his haste, he hasn't made sure the door is closed properly, and through the crack, I am met with an unexpected scene.

Dmitri has one hand on the counter and one hand on his dick, that hand stroking a vigorous beat. I push open the door.

"What are you doing, Dmitri?" I know what he is doing, but why is he doing it here, alone, after what he has just done to me? Not that I need to pay him back or anything, but what if I, too, wanted to give him pleasure...make him feel the same way he makes me feel.

"I think it's pretty obvious, Skylar," he grunts out. 

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