Lilith vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - One Night Stand

The temptatoion to just take Lilith to the bed and go wild was strong, and Dmitri wouldn’t have blamed anyone for falling into it. She had the body of a goddess, clearly experienced in the bed, and was willing - no, eager to let him do as he pleased. It would be easy, so easy, to just go in and have his way, and she likely wouldn’t have voiced a single complaint.

Easy...but unsatisfying, unfair, unimpressive. She’d given him trust, and he wanted to return that trust in kind. With their lips still locked, he took one step forward, then another, until she was just up against the bed,the back of her legs just touching it.

He eased Lilith onto it as their lips parted, but that didn’t mean his mouth was done with her body. The neck, the collarbone, The top of her chest, but not much lower than that for now - he kissed, suckled, slid his teeth along them all, one to the other then back again, all while they moved done and he took position on top, sliding forward and easing onto the covers.

With one leg straight and the other pulled up, he straddled and pushed up, parting their chests for a brief moment, running his hand along her breast as he rose. He didn’t intend it to be longer, however. Just a brief pause, he undid his top, working off the strings and tossing it off and away with practised ease. All the while, his growing hardness would be easily felt through his pants, pressing up against her lap, teasing them both through what little fabric was in their way.

His eyes rarely left hers. They would move to her body as needed, flit here and there as he went about things, but they always came back to meet the embers on her face, peering down on her with a mix of hunger and awe. There was still some hesitation there, making sure he stayed attentive to her state, but a sense of security, too. He knew what he was doing.

It was hard to believe, but as amazing as her figure was, those eyes were still one of the most striking things about her…

Arms draped around those broad shoulders, pressed flush against his immaculately toned body she cooed happily into their kids with genuine satisfaction. This was the man who she had seen. Behind the nerves, behind the stuttering and the fear, here he was. This renewed confidence set her heart ablaze, beating excitedly as she allowed him to do with her as he pleased. Other men given such permissions would have been selfish, crude. Bend her over the bed and have their way to feel what it was to have power over her. But not Dmitri, no, even with her permission to take her entirely he was still so thoughtful and kind, opting for prolonging this beautiful union with a slow and steady rise to their passion.

Backed to the edge of the bed, she purred into his lips, her delicate features taking in the faintest of rosy hues. When he parted their lips, she hadn't had enough of him just yet, kissing his forehead gently as he sunk into her. Craning her neck she moaned softly, giving him access to everything he could want, thrilling at his heated lip as they wandered her body. "That's nice…" the brunette whispered with quivering lips as he pressed up along her chest, her body screaming for more but Dmitri refused to overstay his welcome and spoil her just yet. Her hands slipped up from around his neck, combing through his hair and scalp, clinging to his body as he eased her back onto the bed.

When her back had sunk into the mattress, she let her hands fall away, letting her arms fall amidst the sheets over her head. Those deep sanguine eyes staring up at Dmitri with an unmistakable want though there was something else, something new. It was harder to place at first but the longer they stared at one another it became more apparent it was a sense of vulnerability, of submission. Her delicate fingers moved to her chest, carefully unwinding the clasp that held her attire together. A soft metallic click was all it took to separate the two halves, her breasts spilling out from the fabric as the cloth  fell limp at her sides. She raised a leg, her thighs pressing up between his legs, caressing his increasing girth as she marveled at him disrobe before her.

Bare chested as he was, Lilith reached up to feel his body, running her hand along his pectorals as if she were a blind woman attempting to decipher braille. Her touch was exploratory and curious, as if she had never witnessed someone like him before. In truth, she hadn't, because he was unique and beautiful in her eyes. No one in the world could match this man for what he was and she longed to experience him fully. "Dmitri. You're staring." The Scottish Succubus whispered teasingly as she idly pawed his chest, squirming to push up against him, urging him to come to her.

It said much about Dmitri that even now, as he had this sensual dynamo of a woman beneath him, wanting him completely with no complications, that a part of him was still sending out warning bells. Telling him suspect some kind of trap, that she had some hidden agenda that he was only going to see at the worst possible moment. It might have even gone beyond the AFW - so much of his life had told him that women like Lilith seemed to be above a guy like him. It wasn’t his place, and he’d come to accept it.

The main difference was that, now, he was learning to ignore those voices, see them for what they were - doubts, roadblocks, walls that he’d put up and he could knock down. He might not be able to remove them completely just right now, but this was a start. A good, solid start.

They moved to the bed, with her coming over him, their bodies rarely more than a few inches apart, as if drawn by some primal magnetism, wanting every touch they could get. He only backed away far and long enough to let her work off her top, letting her breasts slide free, opening her entire chest to him. Glistening with beads of sweat, it glowed in the lowlights, this haunting hue that forced him to pause. Fear? Maybe. More than a little disbelief. Sheer awe more than anything, mounting as his heartbeat raced, growing as her hands came up and fingers danced along his chest. It was as if her were trying to stretch this moment out, drawing this one second on the edge to see how long it would go.

Yes. Yes, he was staring.

That changed. Dmitri dropped down and dove, wrapping his arms around her neck and drawing them together. His abs danced along her stomach, pressing against, tensing and rising and falling in time with her breaths. His chest met hers, hardness against softness, her breasts mashing against his pecs, molding to fit each other. His fingers sifted through her hair, explored every strand they could find, as his mouth came to hers and slid along. Head twisting this way and that, he was a curious kisser, backing away only to come at her from a different angle in the next moment, never trying the same things two times in a row. Some of his kisses were quick and tentative, but then he would dive in and ravage. Sometimes his tongue was happy to dance along her teeth, and then it would plunge deep, slapping against Lilith as if it were marking territory. There was a wildness to his every movement, as long held inhibitions were discarded and ignored.

Through it all, his hardness grew stronger, pressing against lap, threatening to get out and let nature run its course. Dmitri didn't go for that just yet, but he did bring his hand down to his waist and pull at his pants, sliding them down by inches, as if figuring out the best way to get them free. It wouldn’t be long.