Taking a break from Katie&Alec, though they will probably come back
I'm in a long distance right now and it's slowly killing my soul.. I miss him so much 😢
Here is your average heterosexual vanilla sex fantasy because I miss moments like that with my partner. This is total author-service but I hope you like it anyway:
It's a cold, rainy day. The kind of day where your socks are always wet and your bones are chilled.
I had been shivering all day. Even when I entered my house, the fireplace couldn't warm me. Water drips from my bangs into my eyes. My t-shirt is plastered to my chest as though it had been shrink wrapped. Dmitri had watched me come in, and is clearly enjoying the view of my voluptuous breasts, soaking wet and bouncing as I heave my heavy bag off of my shoulder. He is wearing grey sweatpants and a green tank top which shows off his broad shoulders. In his right hand is a book which my body had clearly stolen his attention from. His ashy blond hair is messy and his green eyes brighten as he grins up at me. I am taking off my dripping shoes and rubbing my eyes when Dmitri gets up and strides over to me. I feel a firm hand wrap around my waist and press into the small of my back, pulling me in. The breath is pulled out of me as I find myself pressed against him, my nose brushing up against his and our hips pressed together. Through his sweatpants, I can feel his excitement.
With one hand remaining on my waist, he brings the other one to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. He kisses my neck wetly and slowly, then whispers in my ear, "let me warm you up, girl."
His Slavic accent comes through particularly strongly when he says this, perhaps intentionally. He knows how it gets me going.
I feel my heart pounding in my ears. I let my body weight slump into him, as if to tell him, yes, warm me up, take care of me, take control.
He wraps his arms around me in a warm embrace, then steps back, places a hand on my back and another behind my thigh, and picks me up bridal style. He carries me to the bed where he gingerly sets me down.
"Shall I take the clothes off for you?" He says, dominantly standing over me. "They are dripping wet."
My heart is threatening to pound right out of my chest, and my face is beet-red. I nod, yes, strip me, take me.
"Mmm, I want to you beg me to do it," he says, placing his hand around my throat. He raises his thumb to gently brush across my pillowy lips.
I feel a pang in my chest and a building heat between my thighs. I'm trying to speak but my tongue suddenly feels swollen.
"Y..yuhhhh" I stammer out. He chuckles. "You can do it, Riley."
I take a shaky breath, and breathily manage, "please, Dmitri. I need it."
He smiles, and lifts up my shirt. He more so peels it off, revealing my heaving chest. He hooks his thumbs on the waistband of my skin-tight yoga pants and slides them down, kissing my legs as he does. Once I'm stripped down to nothing but my lacy bra, skimpy black panties, and white socks, Dmitri takes off his own shirt and sweatpants, standing only in boxers and socks. He climbs on top of me and starts kissing me playfully.
He knows I need lots of foreplay to get going, and he has opted for playful foreplay today. We lace our fingers together and roll around on the bed, kissing and giggling. He dry humps me hungrily, rubbing his crotch on my vulva. He's so hard that it feels amazing on my clit. I moan softly and arch my back. My hair and skin aren't the only parts of me that are dripping wet now.
Suddenly, he stops kissing me and begins to strip me further. He takes off my bra, and admires my breasts and my erect nipples for a minute. "Ты красивая," he mutters reverently and kisses my sternum. I blush harder. Next, he slips off my panties, running his hands along the curves of my hips as he does so. The contrast between his strong, work-hardened hands and my supple feminine skin is so erotic. He bends down and takes off my socks slowly, massaging my feet and then calves as he does so. He climbs into bed with me, pulling warm fleece blankets over us. He pulls me against his chest and into his arms, spooning me. His hands wander and grab at my breasts, stomach, and ass. His erect cock, straining at the fabric, sits between my legs at the entrance of my vagina. The cuddling is arousing and comforting, warming me thoroughly. His skin is hot against mine, and I can feel his heart beating as it's pressed against my back. The soft blanket feels amazing against my goosebumped skin. To be satisfied, I just need to be closer to him. I need to feel him inside me.
"Dmitri..." I whine, reaching my hand back to hold his face. "Take those silly things off and put your cock in me." I try to reach my arm behind me and between our two bodies to take off his boxers. All I succeed in doing is pathetically tugging at the waistband. Dmitri laughs and pushes my hand away. He takes them off himself, as well as his socks. Then, he pushes me onto my stomach, positioning himself over me.
I am completely overwhelmed with lust. My legs are pinned beneath Dmitri's, unable to move. He has my ponytail in one hand, pulling my head back towards him. His other hand is wrapped around my waist, possessive, sending the message of you're MY girl. His thick, eight inch cock is rubbing along my vulva as he thrusts against me.
