Romitri Short Stories | ✔ | 18+

Daring to Fantasize, Part 7

Flashback

Dimitri's POV:

I headed into the bathroom, my cock throbbing from the view I just had. The girl of my dreams was there on a bed in my house, naked as the day she was born, writhing in pleasure and touching her beautiful body. Her hands were everywhere. Her beautiful breasts were arching into her hands as she cupped them, her nipples peaked. I could see her wetness, the feel of it still on my fingers from when I had unknowingly kissed her. Her tight little entrance was there in my view, just begging to be penetrated.

And it was incredible. I knew that first-hand, both from feeling it earlier this evening and seeing it now.

And she was saying 'Dimitri'. Even if it wasn't my name, it was my name that she was calling as she moaned her desperate release. Oh, how I wanted it to be my name that she was calling as she came, wrapped around my shaft as I plunged it into her over and over again. Just thinking about it made my rock-hard member leak.

I locked the bathroom door. Not that that would provide me with much privacy because the walls in our house were very thin, but at least no one would walk in, which was more than I could say about my bedroom. I took one more sniff of my fingers with her scent on them, pulled off my boxers, wet my hands in the sink, and walked into the shower, leaving the water off. I knew what I was here for and it was not to get clean.

I pumped some of my sister's unscented body wash out into my wet hand and rubbed my fingers together over my palm, making it lather. It wasn't the same as Rose's soft, slippery wetness, but I knew it would feel good enough.

I closed my eyes as I began to imagine her. I had always tried not to think about her that way before. Never before had I allowed myself to indulge in thinking of Rose while I was doing this, but I knew I couldn't keep the thoughts of her away right now. And I knew that, after what I just saw, I needed to do this.

I was standing naked beside my bed. Rose was there, laying on my bed, naked, working her finger in and out of herself, and motioning me to come to her with a crook of a finger. As I moved closer, she grasped my shaft. I gripped my hard shaft lightly, eyes closed as I imagined that was Rose's soft hand on me.

She pumped me gently, with a loose grip, using her other hand to cup my ass cheek and pull my body closer to her. I reached to the side and ran my fingers over her hardened nipples, causing a moan low in her throat, then let my hand trail lower to her beautiful honeypot, pushing her own hand out of the way. God, she was drenched.

"I've never done this before," she murmured shyly as she pulled me closer to her beautiful body, "any of this." Of course. In real life, I didn't know if Rose had already been deflowered, but in my imagination, as long as I was going to let myself imagine being intimate with Rose, why not imagine I was her first time? There was something so sensual about the idea that I could be the one to teach it to her.

Rose gave my hard shaft another slow stroke, then, spreading her beautiful legs further, moved me in between them and ran the head of my cock along her tight opening. In my imagination, I groaned at the feel of her wetness on my manhood. In real life, I took the thumb covered in body wash and stroked it across, imagining that was Rose's own special wetness, but kept my voice as quiet as possible, letting out only a soft hiss at the idea of finally feeling her on my sensitive skin.

I'd never wanted anyone more than Rose - in real life or in my imagination - and I needed to tell her so. "Rose, it doesn't matter if you've never done it before. I'd be honored to be your first. I've never wanted anyone like I do you."

Rose ran my tip up against her slickened core again. "What if I'm not good?" she asked.

"Do you want me to tell you how I like it?" I asked her.

Even though it was my own fantasy, I practically growled with satisfaction when she said, "Yes, please, Dimitri. I want this to be so good for you."

How could any sex with her not be amazing for me? "I'd love to teach you everything," I told her, "We'll work on how to tease me more later, though. Right now, I want to feel myself inside you."

As fantasy-Rose slowly dipped me inside her, I circled the head of my shaft with my lathered hand and squeezed, throwing my head back at the feel, so hot and moist. I could easily imagine that was Rose's body. "You feel amazing just like this," I told her, pulling her closer with my hand on her hip at the same time I was holding myself back so as not to hurt her too much, "Take as much as you can when you're ready." Rose was surprisingly willing and quickly pushed her hips up until she had fully sheathed my manhood. "Just like that," I told her, as I began teasing her clit with my other hand.

When Rose began to moan from the feel of my fingers at her entrance and slightly buck her hips against me, I could feel that she was ready for more. "Oh, god, just like that milaya," I told her. I gripped my cock harder as I stroked back and forth, imagining penetrating Rose's soft, wet entrance over and over again.

I couldn't stop myself from bucking my hips into her tight little body, moving harder and faster than I probably should've for a virgin. I was surprised by how deep she could take me and how eager she was to feel me plunging into her. When my hand arrived at my tip, I was now adding an additional squeeze and twist each time, trying to emulate what the feel of her wrapped tightly around me might be like.

Rose's moaning began to increase in frequency as I thrust into her and prodded at her clit. I began to feel her climaxing, wet and uncontrolled. Feeling her spasming little slit squeezing and clenching around my hardness was the most incredible feeling, knowing I'd be feeling that with my cock many times to come later on, especially as I continued to plunge into her and heard her moaning cries of pleasure from her lips.

I wanted to imagine being claiming her more than once, giving her multiple orgasms before I went over the edge. I really did. I tried. But as I imagined the power of her climax while she was circled tightly around me, I couldn't hold back. My seed began shooting out, so hard that it hit the shower wall. I lost control of my body as I fell back against the tiles behind me, feeling my orgasm go on and on, maybe the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. Why was it, again, that I avoided thinking of her when I was doing this?