Dmitry's Closet (10 page)

     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 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 inexperienced 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 intimidating 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 interaction, 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 mattress 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 tongue. 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 highs.

     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 stipulation 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, understanding the totality of her plea. He looked at her strangely, throbbing to be inside of her. Bending down, he kissed her mouth again. "Hold on to me," he instructed softly.

     She locked eyes with him as he gripped her behind in his hands.

     Slowly with every kiss and every maneuver, he moved closer to her center. He was diverting her way from what she feared. He was trying to take her attention away from what he was about to do to her.

     "This is the painful part?" she asked with signs of fear in her face. She was both excited and afraid. Locking her legs around him, she held close to his hot marble-like body.

     Dmitry did not reply.

     The sensation that she felt as his blunt tip rested at the door of her maiden head was unexplainable to Royal. She felt him rubbing against her, causing more excitement with every brush. The sensation caused her to breathe heavily and pull at his curly locks as he continued to kiss her lips.

     Finally, when she thought that the enjoyment would never end, she felt his long wide back arch and pull away. Then there was a monstrous rush into her body, and the completion of the powerful surge that knocked over her weakened temple like an army pushing against a weak front.

     Her mouth opened, but he quickly covered it with another kiss. She gasped, winced, screamed. He pulled back again and pushed deeper into her, this time allowing her mouth to be free as she screamed.

     "Oh my God!" Dmitry exclaimed in a strained and unrecognizable voice.

     It did hurt. It was a painful, painful sharp stabbing of her body that paralyzed her and shocked her senses.

     "Dmitry!" she exclaimed, looking at him with her eyes full of fear.

     "I know, love, but I have to complete it," he said pushing all the way down into her body with a third, slow erotic surge.

     "Complete, what?" she panted, pulling the hair from her face and holding on to him tightly.

     "The covenant," he moaned, kissing her again, feeling himself in very bottom of her love. He pulled back and made slow advances that recoiled the pain into some strange and indescribable pressure.

     She pulled at the sheets as he made her his, unable to run from the sheer magnitude of his 270 lbs force.

     In her own pain, she did not realize how reverse the spectrum was for him. He fought the pleasure of her unspoiled body with fierce intensity. With every stroke he longed to end his battle. Instead, he had to stay and make sure that she was completely pleased, a task that caused his entire body to tremble as he tried to concentrate on not concentrating on her beautiful body, amidst her sexy screams and the constant fact that he was so deep inside of her.

     She held on to his massive back as he pushed deep inside of her, leaving a trail of blood on the sheets. Her nails dug into his tanned back and left welts and marks of a battered lover, but Dmitry ignored the pain or welcomed it. She could not believe the throbbing pleasure all wrapped in one large stroke.

     Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as he destroyed what she was to build what she would be. Realizing that she the
old
Royal no more, she was suddenly afraid. Dmitry recognized the strange bewilderment in her face and bent down to kiss her gently, carefully rocking her body.

     "It's better now, baby?" he asked, moving slowly.

     "Yes," she said breathless. "So much better."

     She moved along with him, her body spread to its capacity as his body shadowing over her. The pain had left her now, and there was a new feeling. Something that she quite enjoyed. It caused her body to shake and shiver, clamor in his hands like clay.

     He adjusted her long body slightly under his strong grip, moving her to a position where she could only feel the pleasure of his strokes. A sensual moan escaped her lips. Where had he learned to do that? She thought as she floated beside him.

     "I love you," he confessed again as he made love to her. "I love you too," Royal whispered softly.

Chapter 7

     The night air swept in through the open window and flirted with the soft curtains floating in its breeze. The soiled comforter had been placed by the door for Dmitry to discard in the morning, and their sweaty sheets lay in a pile by the bed on the floor. Exhausted, Royal lay beside Dmitry quietly watching the fan circle above her while Dmitry ran his large hands through her hair. Neither one of them had said anything for nearly an hour. There was a peace between them now that their bodies had done battle.

     Royal was in awe of Dmitry's skill in lovemaking, and Dmitry was awe that he finally had her. It had not been an easy task for him. No woman had ever made him wait more than a week before being intimate. Royal had finally broken three months into their pseudo-courtship, but it had taken much coercion. The deliberate wining and dining and thousands and thousands of dollars in gifts had been the easy part, developing trust had been the key. Royal required trust. It was a staple in their friendship. He laughed a little as he thought about her and then glanced over at her long body still glistening with sweat. Who was he kidding? The wait had been well worth it.

     Every once in a while, Royal would take her eyes off the fan and look over at Dmitry. To see him naked was quite amazing. While he looked absolutely devastating in clothes, he was even more lethal in nothing at all. As normal, his body was relaxed, maybe even lazy. His long limbs completely covered his side of the bed. The intricate muscles and tattoos danced over his tanned skin in harmony. And while Royal had never seen him workout, she was certain that he had to do so often. His body was a testament to a dedicated weight-lifting regiment.

     "What are you thinking about?" Dmitry asked, propping himself up on one arm to face her. His bicep bulged.

     Royal smiled. "I'm thinking that I couldn't have picked a better man," she said, nearly hoarse. "I was sort of scared about that at first... I mean, to wait so long and pick the wrong person. That would suck."