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The last two days had left me completely riled up, my thoughts were anywhere but on the tasks at hand and at one point earlier this evening I had simply called it quits, grabbed a half-full bottle of Vodka and slipped away from the large living area to the guest rooms.
I had chosen a rather far off, quiet one immediately after our arrival. If I was to spend six weeks in this place, I would definitely need some peace and quiet. It never ceased to amaze me just how loud and boisterous Russians could be if given enough booze and a good mood.
With an elated sigh I stepped over my sacred threshold and kicked the door close behind me. Several vertebrates popped back into place as I languidly stretched my spine like an overgrown cat, leaning against the hardwood door. Bottle dangling from my hand I sauntered over to the small sideboard beneath the large panorama window where I had set up an iPhone-dock with an included stereo.
The beautiful light streaming in from the well placed windows was the first reason that had me fall in love with this particular room - the Krim was a breathtaking sight this time of the year.
Also, it was an incredible hot place to be.
Sweat was trickling down between my clavicles and the slope of my back and the fabric of my moss green sun dress was slowly getting soaked. Softly tapping on the screen of my phone I pulled up one of my favourite easy-listening playlists (the soundtrack of Guardians of the Galaxy”, dropped the phone next to the docking station and started undressing, swaying my hips in time with the beat.
I bumped my rear against the bathroom counter on my way in and an image flashed my mind, the image of myself, pressed against another counter, at a way darker, even steamier setting. For the life of me i couldn't help the knowing smile creeping it's way onto my face. Despite the heat a shiver ran down my spine in anticipation as the memory of him kissing me made me lick my lips, as if to chase his taste on them.
Two nights had passed. And I was still wearing the bruises his steely grip had left on my body. I savoured the delicious soreness our encounter in the kitchen had inflicted on my body, making every thorough stretch a sharp reminder of his strength and impulsiveness.
We hadn't talked since, merely watched each other from across the room when he was fleetingly stopping by between organisation meetings and other duties.
My mind ran away with me as soon as his blazing gaze met mine; and after the first day I almost had worried my lower lip bleeding and my accompanying friend already had asked me twice if I was drunk or simply delusional.
The present state of my inebriation already bordered on tipsy and I abandoned the bottle next to the sink in favour of stripping the last remains of my clothes. Stepping into the shower I pushed the cold tab all to the right until the cold spray filled the cabin and caused goosebumps all over my heated skin. I'm a natural redhead, coming with the pale, creamy white skin and light freckles spreading over my cheekbones, shoulders and forearms. I couldn't remember ever being exposed to the summer sun to such an extent as I had been over the last few days and it gained me a slight tan.
The cold water immediately sobered me up from the last bit of drunkenness and i sighed again, long and low and this time in utter delight.
Finally feeling clean again and with a serious decrease in body temperature. I left the bathroom, a towel slung around my waist and without further delay I gracelessly dropped down onto the queen sized bed.
The simple, white cotton sheets felt soothingly cool against my cheek and the last thing on my mind was how beautiful the dusk looked through the half closed window pane.
When I startled from sleep, the room was almost laying in darkness, the only sliver of light provided by the last grey of dusk at the night sky's rim. Occasionally it was divided by lightning from an incoming storm, still to far away for the thunder to be heard.
Sleep addled as my mind obviously was, I couldn't deter at first, what had woken me so suddenly. When another resounding knock cracked the heavy silence, realisation hit immediately.
"Door's open."
There was no need to ask - i knew exactly who it was.
Hell, the way my skin was tingling and my stomach twisted in anticipation at the sound alone was a telltale sign if I ever saw one.
I watched the door open slowly, casting the person entering in shadows. Only when it closed again after the visitor had stepped inside, the dim light revealed his tall, broad form in stark contrast to the white painted door. He closed it completely by leaning against it, shutting it with a soft click, remaining perfectly still in this position for a long moment.
Reaching over my head, i found the light switch on first try and the soft glow of my bedside lamp illuminated a small portion of the room in a lush, warm light.
"I woke you."
The heavy Russian accent oozing into his English made it hard to decipher wether it was a question or merely stating a fact.
He went on:
"I apologise. Want me to leave?"
The audible smirk in his voice made it obvious that he hadn’t really planned on leaving again anytime soon. He was so damn sure about himself, it could almost be mistaken for arrogance. But it was simply his natural confidence.
Sitting up against the headboard I drank in the sight of him while he was slowly approaching me across the room. He looked different, maybe it was the fact that he was wearing a short sleeved shirt for once, and only a much thinner, undecorated leather vest above it. Or maybe it was the slightly damp, unbound hair he had simply gathered loosely at the back of his neck but had left it open otherwise. The urge to card my hands through the dark mass coiled in my belly and my fingers twitched involuntarily. I could smell the fresh and masculine scent of soap, he obviously had showered only recently. It made my mouth water and my head spin.
My eyes found his burning gaze and he looked relaxed, amused even.
Maker, the lazy smile on his face was positively the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my thirty-two years of existence.
Returning my open stare on his lips with one of his own, his left eyebrow rose and his smirk got even more expectant. Unknowingly I had started to bite my lower lip again, trying to keep myself from groaning.
His beautiful, broad hands went up to his neck, gathering his hair on one side and pulling the massive silver necklace over his head. With a clinking noise he placed it on the sideboard and paid attention to his hands next. Just as he started to slide of the first of his rings I stopped him with a motion of my hand.
"Please. Don't. I like them on you.”
I was serious. His hands, wrists and arms were a piece of art. A mind-blowing picture of masculinity, raw strength and muscle. And the rings and leather wristbands only accentuated them further.
His gaze fixated mine.
"I could hurt you with them, I already left marks on you."
He gestured to the visibly bruises on my ribs.
I still sat against the headboard, naked, but covered by the sheet tangled around my midriff.
The dark tone of his voice almost made me groan in desperation.
" I don't care. I´m not made of glass. It'll give me a memento to remember you by when morning comes."
I held his gaze the whole time I spoke.
"Who said I´d be done with you already when morning comes?"
The full blown smile that accompanied this statement took the cocky edge of his words and made me huff in mock annoyance.
"Is that so?"
I arched my back pleasurably and dropped down a bit in the sheets, pushing up my small, but nicely rounded and firm breasts and sliding my legs against each other in a slow, sensual motion; stretching them to their full glorious length. When he stared at me wordlessly I briefly wondered if i had been taking it to far with my teasing, but a moment later my concerns were washed away by the way his gaze changed:
His blue-grey eyes darkened several shades within a split second and his pupils dilated into deep pools of possessive hunger.
With a single, precise shrug of his broad shoulders he pushed off his vest, letting it slip to the floor. He would never have done that to his actual cut, I knew. But now he simply wanted to get rid of it. Next was his shirt; he grabbed the hem on opposite sides and pulled it upwards over his head, obviously putting on a show for my benefit.
And a benefit it was.
All I could to was stare at him, taking in his physics mesmerised. The wide expanse of his pecs, smooth skin over bulky muscle; his taunt stomach, the ridges of his abs just the perfect amount visible but not too defined. Broad shoulders, his back a wide expanse of muscle that rippled underneath his skin as he moved to drop his shirt on his vest, discarded in a small pile on the floor. My fingers ached at the memory of how it had felt to drag my nails down the cords of muscle to both sides of his spine, only stopped by the waistband of his pants. The sudden urge to reach out and touch him was overwhelming.
Pure strength. Pure power.
Pure perfection .
His build was that of a heavyweight boxer, heavy, but toned. Just as I said, perfection in my book.
I couldn't tear my eyes of his approaching form, and I swallowed hard as I watched him unbuckling his belt, pulling it slowly from its loops in a display of pure, tempting sin.
Without the belt his black army pants dropped a fair bit and were now hanging dangerously low on his hips. The slightest tug and they would probably slid further, only caught my his already more than prominent hard-on. I swallowed again, audible this time. The dark chuckle rising from his throat shot right into my core, leaving soaking me wet simply from the noise alone. He must’ve sensed my addiction to his deep melodic voice, because he continued speaking while he dropped his belt to the floor and made his way to the bed.
“See something worth your time, lisichka? You seemed to be lost in thought the last two days. Something occupying your mind that much?”
His accent got thicker by the second, arousal evident in the way his tone dropped an full octave as he spoke.
A low moan escaped my lips I hadn’t realised I had been holding back. My thighs rubbed against each other on their own account, already slick where they met, seeking even the slightest bit of friction. He watched for a moment, the lopsided smirk returning on his lips, seemingly pleased with what he was doing to me and the reactions he was coaxing from my body without a single touch.
With him only an arms length away from the bed by now, I couldn’t restrain myself any longer and crawled to the edge of the mattress, untangling my legs from the sheets in the process, and rose up to my knees, waiting for him to close the last bit of distance.
To be continued! Soon, I promise.