Dmitry's Closet by Nelson, S. (read people like a book .txt) 📕

“I’m sure I’ll learn.” She nodded.

Dmitry rubbed her back and ran his hand down her leg. He smelled the perfume on her body and signed. “Is this a peace offering?” he asked, pulling her closer.

Royal looked down and rubbed through his hair. “Would you like for it to be?”

“I need it be.” He focused on her body.

“I love you still,” she whispered.

Dmitry’s stare was carnal. Having drunk too much, he forgot his normal carefulness as he reached for the top of her gown with his large hands and tore it off. The fabric ripped as he pulled it away from her soft skin. The act only inflamed him more. His desire for her grew by the moment.

She was stunned at first but did not move. She gasped as he rose over her like a hungry lion. Her naked body was vulnerably exposed. She tried to cover herself with her hands,but he pulled them away, licking his lips as he drank her body in through his eyes. She looked up at him through matched hooded eyes ready to accept whatever he wanted to give. Everything.

He moved her hair from her face, off her milky brown shoulders to see her better. She was his gift from God.

He picked her up in his arms and kissed her mouth, forcing her to shed her civility. Her long legs locked around his waist and closed around his back.

Carrying her to desk, he pushed the contents to the floor, shattering the glass mementos as they hit the ground. Papers floated down to the ground around his feet. She sat back on the desk and rested her elbows on the surface,watching him change from a docile creature to a hunter.

Dmitry leaned over the desk, in between her legs and kissed her lips again, holding her face in his massive hands. She moaned under his touch and the pressure of his body leaning against her.

“Don’t ever be afraid of me,” he demanded,pulling her to him. Her body jerked. Her long hair fell over on the desk. “Don’t ever think that I would hurt you. I would hurt myself first.”

She said nothing. He spread her legs further apart with his thighs. Her back arched, and she ran her long nails over his bare skin. Sensually, he kissed down her neck to her collar bone to her aching nipples. Cupping her warm flesh in his mouth, he suckled her.

Biting her lip, she undulated under his body. She wanted him so badly now. Why did he make her wait?

Dmitry breaths became quicker as she came alive before him. Taking both of her large thighs in his hands, he pulled her body closer to his steely erection.

He could feel her long fingers on his pants, forcefully pulling them down. They hit the ground and made a jingle as his belt buckle hit the floor. He stepped out of them quickly and pulled her body to the end of the table.

Lifting her long legs to fit safely on his large shoulders, he pushed deep into her body. There was an immediate, collective sigh. Instinctively, she tried to pull away from the initial sharp strike, but he only gripped the front of her knees tighter and kissed the insides of her legs.

She screamed in unadulterated pleasure, looking at his sculpted forearms, his fatless marble frame and the shining of his Rolex reflecting in the fire light. It was embarrassing to admit how much his power and sex appeal suddenly turned her on.

His tattooed temple pulled back and crashed back into her body, bringing her back to the task at hand. She arched her back and bit her index finger as she absorbed his impact. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.

Dmitry winced from the twinge of his arm and the ecstasy of her eager body. His rhythmic jolts made her bounce on the table. Easing her back and forth with his strong hands, he felt her begin to shiver. She moaned his name, but he would not stop, would not let up. His motions became hypnotic; each caress, kiss and thrust was filled with heart-felt passion that coupled with lusty exhilaration.

Royal’s quiet moans soon became loud screams. The shivering became shuddering, and her body convulsed like she was the subject of an exorcism. Still he would not release her. His face was focused, drowned in sweat, mouth open, eyes gleaming like the fire behind them. She eyed him curiously of how long he would continue to punish her. The anger in his face showed that it could be a while, but her body would give out at any moment. When she could not take one more jolt, she reached out for him.

Dmitry allowed her legs to fall to either side of his waist as he leaned over the table to kissher. She sat up to meet him. His tongue searched her mouth softly, awakening her senses with every taste. She whimpered in his embrace, feeling his large hands search her body, pull and rub at the most tender spots.

Picking her up off the table, he stood up with her on top of him. They looked at each other for the first time as he held her. Royal saw Dmitry, and Dmitry saw Royal. They were no longer strangers, just two people who desired more than anything to be together.

“Hi,” she said, biting her lip.

“Hi,” he snaked his tongue out the side of his mouth as it watered.

Royal wiped the sweat from his brow affectionately. He had all but destroyed her inside and out. He held her close as he made love to her, never taking his eyes of hers. She hugged him tightly, submitting to his will. He was far too strong of a man to fight and far too good of a lover to stop. He continued for a while, standing in the middle of the floor with her riding him without ever once shifting.

Finally falling to the gravity of the earth, she felt