Dmitry's Closet by Latrivia S. Nelson Page A

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         "It was theeee most civilized date that I've been on in many years," he said, opening the door of his car, but not answering the question.
         He walked around to her side and helped her out carefully. She stood up in front of him and smiled. Dmitry's height continued to leave her in awe as well as the enormous size of his well-sculpted body, but what was most amazing to her was that in the dead of summer, he wore long shirts.
         He looked down at her, gazing into her bright brown eyes.
         "So you were bored out of your mind?" she asked. "Or did you have fun."
         "Dah, dah, I had fun with you, shop girl," he said, finally. He moved in closer to her body.
         "You've got a five o'clock shadow," she said, touching his stubby beard, and only inches from his bulging chest. She had to say something to break the ever-growing desire to kiss him.
         "I've been up since day before yesterday. Guess I should get some sleep." Reaching behind her body, he closed the door and grabbed her hand, escorting her up the back steps of the building.
         Exhausted, Royal fumbled for a minute, then opened the door with her key. Its jingling chain echoed throughout the small parking lot. Dmitry walked in after her, checking the place as he heard her small feet creep up the back staircase to her suite. When he was sure that they were alone, he walked up behind her. She was standing in the doorway of her apartment waiting for him with a soft smile and an innocent glow.
         He swaggered over to her, stopped at the doorway and leaned liked normal against the threshold.
         "Promise me that you won't work tomorrow. I want you to rest," he said, looking down at her breasts. It was odd to him that they had never been suckled as succulent as they seemed. He found that his mouth watered just at the thought of what they must taste like. He looked back up at her with a grin. He knew that she could tell what he was thinking.
         "I'll rest. Promise." She sighed, then yawned - very happy at the moment. She knew now that he would try to kiss her, and she braced herself for it, hoping to make it through.
         "This is the part of date where you invite me inside of your home, and I rip you apart under the sheets," he whispered jokingly. His icy eyes looked directly into hers causing a funny thump of her heart.
         "Sorry, I'll have to pass." Royal's voice was soft and sweet. She pivoted on her feet a little, trying to gain inches on her tip toes.
         "I'm not surprised, now that I know your secret."
         "Enough with that," Royal gawked, dismissing his new fascination with her sexual status.
         "Alright, alright." His voice became softer.
         Stepping closer to her, Dmitry reached out and pulled her by her small waist into his body. His large hands caressed her warm body and searched for bare skin. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his lower back, then closed her eyes.
         Tenderly, Dmitry leaned over and kissed Royal on the top of her forehead. Ever so softly his full lips caressed her caramel skin. He breathed in, taking in the scent of her body. It took everything in him not to lift her up, carry her across her threshold and make love to her. Having never been told no or wait, he was no good at being obedient. He desired her more than anything; he wanted her so badly until it was physically painful for him to release her. Soon, he thought to himself.
         Evidently, even she was expecting much more. She opened her wide eyes, surprised by his choice and exhaled. Royal could nearly read his eyes. It was if he was telling her that he had to stop. She understood but didn't want him to... so she thought.
         With a nod, he headed back down the stairwell quietly, leaving her unspoiled and in the safety of her home. He owed her that since Woodrow Conners had tried to take it from her.
         In a daze, Royal leaned