Into the Ether - Complete

Spring, When New Things Grow: Part 21

Lying in our huge bed in Abe's unit, the sight in front of me was hot hot hot. Dimitri, standing only in his boxers ironing his formal uniform. My eyes traipsed across his muscled chest and sculpted arms, up his neck, to linger on his beautiful face, sensuous lips and almost shoulder length hair. He turned around to hang his freshly ironed shirt, giving me a view of his chiseled back; and I couldn't prevent the soft moan that escaped my lips. There was no escaping it. I was in love with an Adonis amongst men. A Russian Love God.

He knew I was watching him, but he didn't look up from where he was ironing the creases down the front of his pants with military precision. I knew he was nervous about visiting Guardian headquarters today – and preparing his uniform to pressed, starched perfection was his way of dealing with it. I, however, had a much more pleasant idea of how to ease his tension.

Putting my fingers in my mouth, I wet them before reaching down between my legs. I was already a little excited from just watching him, but I didn't think it hurt to make myself more turned on. Besides, I was curious to find out what seeing me pleasure myself would do to my man. I found the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and with a little sigh, I started rubbing myself gently. Mostly on the hood rather than on the nub itself, I closed my eyes for a moment as I began to feel the pleasure emanating from beneath my fingertips.

I opened my eyes again to where Dimitri was still ironing. I knew he was aware of what I was doing, but he hadn't yet looked up, so I decided to step things up a notch. One hand busily engaged between my legs, I pulled my hair tie out, letting my long dark hair spill against the whiter than white bed linens. With my tanned skin, and the fact I was completely naked, I suspected he'd find the sight inspiring. When he still didn't look up, I allowed my idle hand to trail down to my full breasts, playing with one dark plump nipple. I'd forgotten just how sensitive they'd become, because as soon as I tweaked it, a hiss escaped my lips and a spasm wracked my body, waves of excitement pulsing down the nerves linking my breasts with where my other hand was busily occupied.

"What are you doing, milaya?" Dimitri asked, seemingly intent on his ironing. But a quick glance at the tenting of his boxers suggested my man was already well aware of what I was up to.

"Just watching you iron," I said with mock virtuousness, my fingers still circling my clit. "I love the way you're so thorough. Are you so thorough with everything you do?" I asked mischievously.

"Probably," he replied refusing to look up.

"I hope so. I like a man who gives it his all," I said suggestively. "There's something very satisfying about a man who doesn't hold back."

"Do you think I hold back, milaya," he asked dangerously, turning his pants over on the ironing board and giving the reverse side a final quick press.

"I hope not," I whispered huskily, meeting his eyes as he finally looked up from what he was doing. I smiled deviously as I saw his eyes widen slightly, his soft lips purse as his dark brown orbs flipped from my face to the hand at my breast then down to where my other hand was unashamedly pleasuring myself.

"Do you need a hand there, Roza?" he asked, his accent much more pronounced, and his voice thick with desire. He switched off the iron, and put it safely at the end of the ironing board.

"Hmm... Well, a hand wasn't quite what I had in mind," I said with a cheeky grin, my eyes dropping to the very noticeable bulge in his boxers.

"Oh milaya, you're such a naughty girl," he moaned, crossing the bedroom towards me in three fluid steps, his boxers kicked to the floor along the way. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked rhetorically, before he climbed onto the bed, his excited lips crashing against mine.