Dmitry's Closet Nelson, S. (best reads TXT) 📖

initial shock of being there with him and began to kiss him deeper, stronger.

He moaned a little as she opened up, exciting him more by the moment.

Inhaling his cologne as he ran his hand down her sto-mach, she felt the robe open. His hands brushed against her hot skin causing her to gasp. A new tingling sensation ran through her.

He caught her lips and kissed them again, releasing her only to push closer to her body. Her long thin fingers glided through his fragrant hair as she tasted his kiss, curling her fingers in his large blonde tendrils. It felt like cotton.

“We’ll go very slowly,” Dmitry whispered, cupping her breasts in his large hands.

Royal eyes opened wide. Excitement and urgency mixed like a strange medicine in her blood. Her heart raced, beating against his own like a drum.

“Wait,” she stopped. Planting her elbows in the bed, she glared up at him.

Dmitry stopped and sat up. His eyes focused in on her, their diamond prisms flickering in the darkness.

Royal took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She swallowed hard.

“I…need a minute,” she panted, pulling her long ten-drils from her face.

Moving from in between her legs, Dmitry ran his hands through his own hair, trying to calm the beast that had been nearly released in him. “Okay, baby,” he said, allowing her to crawl out of the bed.

“Just a minute,” she said,lifting her index finger. “I’ll be right back.”

“Alright,” Dmitry said, watching her run into her bath-room and close the door behind her.

Leaning against the wall, Royal looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped his kiss from her mouth and went to the sink. Running water over her face, she tried to stop her shaking hands. She was in complete shock. Peering at her reflection, she took the towel and wiped her face. Her cheeks were fire red.

The weight of her actions consumed her. Twenty-three years of waiting and here she was about to do it. Her heart started to race again. The sound clearly audible through her chest. Twenty three years.

God, please let me be making the right decision, she prayed silently. I hold on to it for twenty three years, but I meet this guy and in less than three months it’s thrown all away because of some diamonds and money.

She berated herself, but inwardly she knew that he had given her much more than material gain. He had given her true and utter happiness.

What if I do it wrong, she continued as she grabbed her toothbrush. What if I’m just horrible at this? She opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed her toothpaste and deodorant.

The climate was much different outside of the bath-room. Dmitry sat back on her pillows with his hands behind his head listening to her rattle through the cabinets and the water running. He yawned and pulled himself out of the bed.

Pealing out of his clothes one slow layer at a time, he watched the door, waiting for her to finish her unneeded beauty regiment. Once he had pulled the covers back and put his clothes on her dresser, he heard the racket stop.

The door slowly opened, illuminating the bedroom as she walked back out. She stopped at the entryway with the robe tightly tied around her waist. Perfume floated out and tickled his nose.

Dmitry sighed when he saw her. She was absolutely breath taking. Her long hair was pulled up in a pony tail. Her caramel-colored skin while only slightly revealed, glowed in the darkness.

She eyed him curiously as he stood up and walked to her.

Royal didn’t speak. She could not. Her eyes were stuck to his colossal naked body. Muscles rippled through his tanned skin from his neck down his long muscular torso pulsating with little intricate muscles in his stomach through his large shaped legs to his giant calves. Besides the perfection of his muscular frame, there were also many tattoos. There were stars, crosses, butterflies, words in Cyrillic. What did it all mean? She took his body in through her eyes and was now more nervous than ever.

Realizing her inexperience, Dmitry gave her a reassuring smile. With a tender kiss on the forehead, he ran his fingers down her arms and grabbed her hands to pull her to him. Leaning down, he kissed her again, holding her face in his large hands. His sweet passion relaxed her. She felt herself melting into his embrace again, forgetting about everything including the large member that poked at her ribcage.

Still kissing her, Dmitry pulled at her robe again. The soft fabric hit the floor and exposed her long perfect temple. Feeling vulnerable, she curved into his body and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her skin felt like the silk against him. He picked her up quickly and carried her back to the bed.

“Are you ready now?” he asked, laying her down again.

Royal sighed and touched her head. “I think so.” She had a nervous smile on her face.

Dmitry crawled into the bed, in between her shaking long legs and bent down to kiss the delicate crease between her hip and thigh. He ran his fingers down the length of her flat stomach, caressing her skin. Complete perfection. He marveled at her softness, the muse-like form of all her limbs.

The scent of vanilla masked her skin and transferred to his lips. He tasted it, allowing his tongue to massage her gently. He could hear deep breaths as Royal watched. The bewilderment of his actions were visible in her bright eyes. He smirked. If she only knew how his excitement rivaled hers, it might have frightened her. It had been torture to see her and not have her for so long. Now that he did, his only hope was to control all of his desires – to be careful not to treat her like an experienced lover.

Royal closed her eyes and laid back in the comfort of the pillow. She could hear his kisses as he made his way up to her breasts. His hot