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your eyes were closed in ecstasy as you felt his fingers circle around you. in an orbit around your clit.
sweat was dripping from your forehead onto your messy white sheets.
he breathed heavily, thoroughly enjoying himself and although it‘s been a few hours he spent flying all the way from the eternally cold russia into the burning temperatures of america, his fingers still felt swollen and cold. it was a totally new sensation on your skin and made you shudder.
„our safe word will be lemonade, alright?“ he spoke against your skin - almost giving you goosebumps.
he never did anything you wouldn‘t want, nothing he wouldn‘t have asked before. but of course you were grateful for him establishing a safe word for the both of you.
you couldn‘t say that to him, however, because the way his slightly chapped lips placed kisses up your thigh sent shivers down your spine.
you were already naked; nevertheless you couldn‘t escape the thought that if your body kept producing sweat at this rate, you wouldn‘t need lube after all.
one finger after another slid into you without any resistance and you almost forgot that he was still fully clothed, too eager to get down on you as soon as he saw your lingerie.
god, he must have been so sexually frustrated. you were facing him, his face was buried between your quivering legs, close to eating you out completely.
taken over by lust, you put your legs on his still very much clothed shoulders so he could reach you better.
his mustache was almost clean shaven, but you felt a stubble brushing your inner thighs here and there.
„oh my love“ he breathed. „i‘m about to..“
you stopped accommodating his movements for a second and stared at him, perplexed. you so wanted to be fucked properly after, and this was only foreplay.
your thoughts were interrupted by dmitri chuckling. „oh no, i can still control myself, ангел. i meant i’m about to feel the sun incinerating me in these clothes.“
„jokes are your métier, aren‘t they, antonov?“ your eyes sparkled, inspecting his outfit. it looked professional, military. you hadn‘t paid much attention to it, his voice was too erotic and his face too beautiful for you to remember anything else about your lover.
before you got to knew each other properly, you called yourself by your last names and now that you were dating, you liked to repeat that behavior jokingly. it felt like a rivalry. or a friendship. with benefits.
„then why don‘t you take these nice little clothes of yours off and let me return the favor?“ you cooed.
the movement of your bodies and the intense amount of sweat and product of your arousal made the sheets all sticky.
finally, he sat down in your bed too and inhaled the scent of his impact on you.
you couldn‘t take such a sexy sight, it truly was a once in a lifetime experience. now devoid of his touch, you started to gently masturbate while he began to unzip his pants, took of his jacket and everything else-
fuck, you were literally dripping for him. you needed him so bad. or maybe it was just the awfully hot day making all parts of your body feel like a wet bar of soap.
so focused on your own pleasure, you didn‘t notice him starting to search through his backpack, pulling out a water bottle.
assuming he just wanted to drink something, you let him be. well, until he turned to you and asked „i have an idea but… it involves pouring water over us. are you okay with that, baby?“
it was an admittedly strange request, but it was his coarse voice and your stage of horniness that did it for you and made you agree instantly.
having heard these words, your boyfriend needed nothing more than them, he opened the bottle and sprayed it all over his pretty face.
he looked so irresistible with wet hair sticking to his forehead and strands of it hanging in front of his eyes.
„now it‘s your turn, my love“, he teased. you wondered what he wanted to accomplish with it. it was an interesting kink to say the least.
a bunch of freezing water splashed across your face, into your eyes, mouth and onto your hair.
it was only now that you noticed his very obvious boner, and though his arousal had been very obvious, directly seeing what you did to him turned you on so much your head started spinning. especially when he stated, with a shit-eating grin and his very own russian accent:
„that would look even better with my cum covering you.“
you were overflowing with lust and basically wanted to beg him to fuck you.
the words came out before you could form a coverent thought. „please, love, i need you.., i want-“
you were thankful for suddenly being shut up with his lips finally pressed onto yours, passionately pressing himself against you, pulling you closer. his mouth tasted like lust, like water, very cold and refreshing, the force of it indicating how needy he was.
you put a hand around his aching dick and started stroking it, lightly releasing your grip everytime you reached the bottom of the shaft, only to apply pressure to the tip again.
he completely lost himself, breathing furiously and moaning your name against your lips between your kisses.
„oh enzo, such a needy little slut for me, hm? you feel so good in my hands..“ the mix of praise and degradation elicited a deep growl from him.
you were in heaven. his hand was placed on your boob, squeezing and twisting the nipple, smugly grinning.
you heard him whisper something but you also didn‘t really understand it. all you could take from it that he loved every second of it.
you slowly began to move forwards to directly face dmitri.
„your eyes are so pretty“ you insisted, but fully telling your truth as you positioned yourself above to ride him, finally letting go of his hard cock. that poor man wasn‘t going to last much longer.
„you‘re perfect.“, he replied. and it didn‘t take long for him to thrust his hips upwards, groaning, already spilling a bit of precum and smearing his wet hands all over his dick and your ass, giving it a spank until he finally got to fuck you. at least for a bit.
you put his hands in his dark brown hair and pulled, and squealed and he kept thrusting into you like the world was ending, and you pulled his hair, pulled him in another passionate kiss, giving him what he needed and taking what you desired.
another deep growl and a moan of him set you over the edge without a warning, and you screamed his name without any care in the world and whoever could hear you. „fuck, oh fuck, dmitri“.. your eyes flashed and you saw stars.
dmitri was gripping your hips, his movements getting sloppier as he felt himself reaching the point of no return as well. spurts of hot cum coated your insides, his eyes were shut in bliss and you once again pressed your sweaty forehead against his, involuntarily crashing your tongues together.
it felt like hours later when you finally parted, feeling simultaneously wetter, colder and hotter than anytime before. his blue eyes looked exhausted.
„я тебя люблю, baby“, he sighed, gently cupping your cheek. you loved when he became so soft after sex.
you smiled.
„i love you too, my perfect man.“
not caring that both of you were still naked, or that the sheets you were laying on consisted of mostly water and filthy fluids, you were cuddling without a worry in the world.
dmitri fell asleep first, and you could see the satisfaction and relaxation in his face. it was the middle of the day, but he got exhausted quickly.
the sunlight fell onto his face and his beautiful eyelashes. you gently kissed his eyelids, his nose, his cheek, his collarbone, all to mark him as yours.
aftercare was the best.
your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, and right before you fell asleep as well, and it unsurprisingly didn‘t take very long, you placed a hand on his chest right over his beating heart.
you were so lucky that this man was yours and you were his.