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

breath was like electric shock to her skin. She arched her back and reached out for him. As her fingertips touched his hard chest, he could feel her trembling, aching and afraid.

Her large melon-shaped breasts sat up invitingly. They were soft and full, matching the wonderful curves of her exotic body. Dmitry looked at her, amazed at her perfect splendor. Hungry for all of her, he circled the tip her nipples with his lips then sucked her slowly. Royal moaned, biting her lip and gripping his skin.

Cupping her breast in his hand as he kissed her lips, he nestled his hardness in between her legs. He growled a little as he felt her move under him, moving towards the mysterious phallic form. Instinctively, she opened her legs wider.

It was amazing to her how statue-like his hard body was against her own skin. His stomach pushed against her as he kissed her passionately. The intimacy of the act created a wave of excitement that rushed through her when she felt him raise her left leg. He bent and kissed her knee and slipped his hand down between her legs. She tensed up immediately, gripping his back tighter.

His eyes were fixed on hers, watching her every inexpe-rienced move, basking in her enjoyment. His thumb rested at her maidenhead. Unable to take the exhilaration, she let out another moan and shifted her body as she planted her feet on the bed.

Dmitry put his free hand on her stomach and pushed her back down against the mattress. His finger now inside of her, she sucked in a deep, low breath. She moaned a throaty whimper . He snaked his lips with his tongue. Suddenly, he was hungry. His mouth watered.

Rolling her hips under him rhythmically, she placed her hand on his, enjoying the pressure. She breathed faster. He pushed deeper.

The candles illuminated the room and his murals of tattoos, one of a large cross, two oddly designed stars on each side of his chest near his shoulders, many more up and down both arms and on his neck. Inquisitively, she ran her long, slim fingers down his chest, tracing the inky art.

“Dmitry.” Her words were nearly in a whisper.

She looked into his eyes because they were soothing, not like as his monstrous body, that was extremely intimi-dating to her now. There were muscles everywhere, protruding out of his skin and framing him like armor; his body was long and wide, full of valleys, deep creases and ink. Even his knees where tattooed with the same funny large star. He looked like a deviant. A beautiful, dangerous deviant.

She had not noticed that in the process of their interac-tion, he had kissed the rose lipstick off her lips, slipped the earrings and necklace from her ears and had her spread her body in the bed. He wanted to see her in completely natural form – no man-made additions to confuse God-given beauty. Watching her long hair fall down around her was the final step.

“We’ll see just how long you can take it,” he said.

“How long I can take what?” she whispered finally, feeling carnal exhilaration.

Dmitry bent to the curves of her body and kissed her from neck to breast to stomach, to…the feeling of his mouth on her tiny secret caused her back to spasm. He kneeled before her. The black stars on his knees now pointing directly at her.

Grabbing her calves, he pulled her hips off the mat-tress to his face and planted his head in between her thighs. All she could see was his curly blonde hair. Devastated, she reached for it and grabbed it as he kissed the inside of her body. Her moans became screams, and she grabbed at the covers. It was so amazing! It was so wonderful!

Chills ran through her body as she felt his curious ton-gue. In and out, he moved, carefully until she finally called his name.

“Oh my God, Dmitry! I can’t take anymore,” she screamed, panting and teary eyed. Her body convulsed on its own, pulsating with a new and vivid reaction.

He released her as soon as she said the words. Her body drifted back down to earth, on to the comforter. She lay before him defeated. Her long hair danced about her body and created a crown for him to lay his large hands in as he lay on top of her. His manhood resting in between her steaming thighs.

She was ready. She wanted him inside of her. She pawed at him, pushing herself against him, opening wider.

Dmitry was crazed with desire. The blood pumped through his protruding veins at a painful pace. He looked at her like a wild animal waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“While you are still virgin, I’ll tell you my only stipula-tion of taking you,” he said suddenly.

“What?” Royal moaned. Her long legs were wide open and her back arched.

He sat in between her legs looking at her with a strange desperation.

“I don’t want anyone ever make love to you except me,” he whispered. “Do you hear what I’m saying to you?”

“Yes,” she promised sincerely. “No one. I promise.” Her eyes rolled, much too weak to truly open.

“Are you sure? What I’m asking is not fair or practical, but it’s my stipulation, just the same.”

She finally looked up at him. “No one, Dmitry.”

Between deep breaths, she felt him reach down with his hand and slowly slip a finger inside of her again. It was an aching but enjoyable pain, deeper than before. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Open your eyes,” he said, kissing her lips. “Look at me, while I make you mine.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she said, scared of what she knew that he was preparing to do. “Don’t hurt me,” she begged as she felt his long member hard against her belly. Her request was not just protection from physical pain but also emotional.

“I’ll try not to, love,” he said, lifting her leg a little, un-derstanding the totality of her plea.