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him probing my slit but not thrusting home where
I wanted him most. Instead he rubbed the tip of his cock against my throbbing
clit. I backed into him, urging him to take me. Dmitri must have anticipated
such a move and swerved away. My ass cooled from lack of his body heat. I
growled in frustration. A sound I hope threatened dire consequences if he
failed to enter me then and there. He chuckled and resumed his delicious
caressing.
    “Just enjoy it, Kaylis. You get greedy
and forget the simpler things in life,” he said with a smirk in his voice.
    My hips were moving in sync with his.
Oh, I was enjoying it make no mistake. But I knew what I wanted. Much to his
frustration, my hips began to weave a rhythm counter-productive to his stroke.
Dmitri's calloused hold on my hips firmed.
    “I know what you want...” My sing-song
voice taunted him.
    He bent and gently nipped the back of my
neck at the hairline. Tingles engulfed my body like a wildfire. His deep voice
replied with hot breath. tickling my ear, “I know what you want.”
    He gave me what I wanted...
    And then some.
     
    * * *
     
    Sweat covered and panting, we lay within
each others arms with fingers entwined. “I'm sorry I screeched at you like an
ill bred cave dweller.” I almost let 'harpy' slip through, but him laughing at
the moment would border the Land of Awkward. “Writing has always been my escape
when I felt I had no control on what was happening in my life. It was mine.
What I wrote, I controlled. To have my sanctuary violated by Jet when I
expressly forbade her from reading anything of mine felt like a violation. She
was right though. I underestimated her and her literature-based superpowers.”
    “Apology accepted. I didn't know that's
how you felt. If I had known writing was your therapy, I wouldn't have
intruded. Thought it was more of a hobby for you. I'm sorry.”
    Gently I kissed him. His arm held me
tight for a moment, pressing my length against his side as his hand slid down
from the side of my breast to derriere and back again. Each time the length and
pressure of his stroke increased. I caressed his hardness with my hand and
absorbed his moans into my mouth. When I knew that we both could stand no more
sweet torment, I slid across him and straddled his body, easing his length
inside. I clenched as he pulsed, our fingers still entwined. His hands were
alongside his head on the down pillow and although I was in the position of
dominance, it was I who was being dominated. His hands kept me bent over and
kissing him as he thrust up into my welcoming warmth. It was he absorbing my
moans into his mouth now. I felt deliciously feminine and alive, soaring with
falcons then up through the clouds in the sky above to float amid the stars.
     
    * * *
    “I like make-up sex. Maybe you should be
a bitch more often.” We lay side by side as our bodies tingled with a healthy
afterglow, I on my belly, Dmitri on his back.
    “Shut up, Dmitri. Are you hungry yet?”
My head turned in his direction, but my eyes closed with the wonderful feeling
of fuzzy satisfaction.
    “Yeah, I think I earned some bacon and
pancakes. Get crackin', woman.” He smacked my ass, then caressed the spot with
a lingering touch.
    I sat up and enjoyed the brief head-rush
I got. “Hopeful wishing. You can hit IHOP by yourself, or you can enjoy the
divine repast I planned and prepared for my groveling repentance.”
    “Groveling? Is that what you call it
these days? “
    A pillow somehow got chucked at his
head.
    “Come on, beefcake. I need you to wield
your tool for me.”
    He sighed. “Two times not good enough
for you? See, this is that greedy thing I spoke about.”
    “I meant put on your pants and get a
hammer. Meet me in the kitchen. I need your manly-man thing to kick in and help
me with this. Please?” A black silk kimono now covered my stocking-clad body.
He watched with a roguish gleam as I cinched it shut.
    With a cheeky grin, I turned about and
went into the kitchen.