The Competition

Viktor

I crawl back up and press my glistening lips against hers. The kiss is passionate and feels like a dream I don't want to wake up from. How much I've longed for this woman. Finally, she is in my embrace, holding me tight as our tongues battle for dominance. I bite her lip and she moans into the heated kiss, sending a jolt to my aching erection. I repeat the action and this time she rolls her hips, her bare sex rubbing against my sweatpants. I push my sweatpants and boxers down slightly, my dick standing at attention as she looks down, mouth almost watering. Her breath hitches. "Don't worry, I won't go that far," I reassure her. Feeling the wetness and heat radiating from her, I press myself against Yelena's sex. I bite my lips and hold back a groan. I pull both of her legs up and place them over my shoulder, getting into a better position. I press her legs against my chest and rub against her entrance, feeling her shiver beneath me. Squeezing her perky tits through the fabric of her top, I thrust my hips against hers. She arches her back and clenches her thighs around my leaking erection. I groan and throw my head back as I spill all over her stomach and skirt. I drop her legs as we both pant. I press my thumb against her clit, causing her to give a slight shudder. "Fuck..." I look down at her to see her avoiding my gaze. "Is something wrong, Malyshka?" I ask with a smile on my face. Her eyes meet mine the moment we hear a knock at my door. She jumps up in terror. "Who is it?" I ask, sending Yelena into the bathroom as I pull on my boxers and sweatpants. "Natalia? Who else would it be?" she answers sarcastically.

"What do you want?"
"Have you seen Yelena?"
"Yeah, she went to change in your room." "Oh okay I will be downstairs in the living room then," I hum as I hear her footsteps disappear. Turning around I find a flushed Yelena sorting her skirt, which now has a dark spot on the side. "Sorry about that.."
"You don't look sorry at all," she smiles as she walks past me, but I grab her hips and she gasps. "Viktor..." I press her against the door, trailing kisses down her neck. She turns and catches my lips in a passionate kiss and I grin into it. Like an idiot. I squeeze my leg between hers as my hand slides down her skirt to grab the back of her thigh. "Go to Natalia's room and pretend to change," she hums and my body leaves hers. Yelena walks out with almost deafening footsteps as she enters her room. She glances at me before closing the door. I'm happy. So damn happy about this and our relationship...but what is our relationship now? At the stairs I hear them talk.
"What happened to your skirt?"
"I spilled some water, don't worry about it. But I have to go back...I have to help at home."