Romitri Short Stories | ✔ | 18+

Daring to Fantasize, Part 2

Rose's POV:

I couldn't stifle the moan as his finger brought me an intensity of arousal I'd never experienced before. Even when I had sex before, no one had ever taken the time to stimulate me in such a way. No one had ever made me feel like this...

As I walked out of his bedroom, I ran my hand across my kiss-bruised lips. I wouldn't cry, but a part of me really wanted to. Another part of me was having a hard time letting go of the idea that I wanted more.

I had told the girls just before I went upstairs that they could continue the game without me for a little while and that I might be a while, thinking that I really had no idea how or if I was going to pull off the dare Vika had asked. Now, I had another reason to stay upstairs.

I looked at the clock and it was just after twelve thirty. I had only been upstairs a few minutes. I went into the spare bedroom and turned on the light, closing the door enough that you couldn't see me from the stairs but not enough to completely close it and make it audible. I laid down on the bed, thinking of Dimitri and the way he had touched me.

I slid my panties off and pulled my t-shirt off, exposing my body to the cool nighttime air of the room, then let my hands roam over my body, starting where Dimitri had started, imagining that they were Dimitri's hands and trying to duplicate just how he had touched me. He didn't paw the way others had before him, but he didn't handle me with kid gloves, either. The feel of his hands on my body was nothing less than perfect, touching in just the right places in just the right way, firm yet so gentle, knowing just how to elicit pleasure in the right way. I couldn't get things exactly the way he touched, but it felt good. Better than I had ever felt before him.

I spread my legs and ventured lower. When my fingers found the intimate spot where he had touched me last, I moaned in pleasure again, but I tried to keep my voice quiet enough that I wouldn't have unwanted company. I swirled my finger against the little nub there, as he had done. I couldn't help but feel that he was there, his fingers touching me. Mindlessly, so lost in the idea of Dimitri touching me, and just wanting to feel his name on my lips, I moaned out his name as I caressed myself, though trying to keep quiet enough that the girls downstairs wouldn't hear me.

I felt something building within me - something I had never experienced before. The motions of my hands became more jerky and fast as I fought to continue. I gasped and whimpered as it became more and more intense. I clenched my eyes shut and called out his name, caught up in the feeling, as I found my release, still not loud enough to be heard downstairs, but loud enough that I was probably in danger of Dimitri thinking I was calling him from the next room. I rode the wave of pleasure with my eyes closed for almost a minute, letting my fingers continue to stimulate and draw out the experience.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, I looked up at the doorway and saw Dimitri standing in the hallway, looking at me from just beyond the foot of the bed Oh, God. He did hear me.

He turned and walked away. This was bad.

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Dimitri's POV:

"Rose, what the hell are you doing in my bed?"
"Dimitri, I'm sorry. I just ..." There was no way she could finish that that would make any of this okay.
What was I doing? What was I thinking? How did I let this happen? "Go away, Rose."
"But, Dimitri - " I can't believe I did this to her. I had to get rid of her now.
"No, Rose. Just go."

When Rose turned away, I saw sadness in her eyes. I almost had the sense that she might cry. I couldn't be that guy that broke her. I had done this to her, while she was drunk, without her permission. It wasn't right and I had to make it right. She was one of the last people that I wanted to hurt.