In Love With My Boss

Fifteen

While we are on our way, Dimitri's head falls on my shoulder. I think he fell asleep again. I hope I'll be able to wake him up again because I surely can't carry him around. He would turn me into a human pancake if he would fall over me. But he hasn't fallen asleep, because he says:

'You smell divine Roza.' ugh, he used that name again and it's not doing me any good. In addition to that, he turns his head, his steady breath tickling my neck. And he doesn't move from that spot the whole way to his house and I don't do anything to stop him because I like it way too much. I guess this would be the only level of closeness we'll ever get to.

The cab finally reaches its destination. I pay the driver and drag Dimitri out of the car. We enter the building. So, no mansion? This is totally unexpected.

'Where are we going now?'

'Last story.' Well of course. Why did I even bother to ask?

We get up there and I open the door on the left side of the enormous hallway. As the door opens, the lights in the living room turn on by their own. Wow, that's impressive. And it seems that we are inside the coolest penthouse I have ever seen in my entire life.

'You live here? This is so awesome!' I sound like a five year old that has seen a giraffe for the first time.

'Not really. It's pretty lonely to sit into an apartment this big by yourself. It's kind of pointless, in fact.' He says closing the door behind us.

Damn, someone is in the sad phase of being drunk. That is surely the vodka in him speaking. I should get him to bed before he starts calling his friends and tells them he loves them.

I think it would be a good idea to support him, or him to support me, anyway, and I say: 'Come, let's get you to sleep. Lead the way.'

We get to his bedroom, and there are no self-turning on lights, but the light shone by the moon is enough to make your way around. And the room is so simple and so beautiful. Just a gigantic bed, two nightstands, a high wardrobe and some paintings on the navy blue walls that contrast with the white ceiling. It also has a big ass window and you can see the whole lit up city. What more could you need in here?

He takes a seat on the edge of the king-sized bed, on the black fluffy cover, then, with a thud, he lays himself down on his back, lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes. I'd better help him get to sleep. I get off his fancy shoes first. I don't know about others, but I can't suffer sleeping with socks on so I take his off too.

Then, I lean over him, mounting over his thighs.

'Come on, comrade. Let's get this off. You may strangle yourself somehow. And I still need you alive tomorrow. You can't pay me if you're dead.' I say and he opens his eyes and watches me like hypnotized as I untie his tie and take it off. I am on my way to back down, when he puts his hands on my hips, drags me down and lifts himself up. Now I am sitting on his lap, with my legs spread. And he is so close to me that I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. My body instantly heatens up. God, this right here is such a bad idea.

'Um, Dimitri, what are you-'

'Shhh.' he says as he passes his hands through my hair, his mouth getting close to my neck, brushing his lips on my skin. No, no, this shouldn't happen. But I like it so much.

I put my hands on his chest, trying to get some distance between us. ''It's the right thing to do'' I keep on saying to myself.

'Dimitri I don't think I can-'

But he doesn't listen and takes my hands out of his way, grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls it hard, twice. All of my buttons pop and I remain half bare in front of him. He was so gentle a second ago. Where did this come from?

'Hey, my shirt!'

'Leave it. I'll get you another one.' he responds as he places sloppy kisses on my collarbone, his hands getting under my shirt and drawing lines on my back with those long fingers of his.

Then he begins to lick and suck on my now hot skin. For a moment I give in to the pleasure and sigh slowly as my hands find their way into his hair and grip it lightly. But no! I won't give in to him! I can't, even though only God knows how much I want him in this moment.

'No, we shouldn't. I can't.' I say as I put my palms on his chest, trying to push him away again. But let's be honest now. I could have got up so many times by now, but I didn't do it. Because I want this with every piece of my being, even though my brain is practically yelling at me that I shouldn't.

'Do you want me to stop?' he asks as his hands travel all the way down on my body, getting now under my skirt and he strokes my thighs. 'Tell me, and I will stop.' He says but I feel in his voice that he doesn't really want to. Hell, I don't either. His touches burn my skin and God, I don't want him to ever stop.

'I don't know. But this is so wrong.' I say as I arch my back, getting the upper part of my body closer to his chest.

And this, my friends, this is the last rational thought I have. Because the rest of them just jump out of Dimitri's expensive window as he speaks.

'Then why does this feel so right?' he says between some other kisses on my hot flesh, as he gets lower to my breasts, his hands getting to my ass and he strokes my skin hungrily.

Look, my thoughts just hit the ground and turned mush, just like my brain.

I moan, as he slowly makes his way with one of his hands between my legs towards my panties. But he doesn't get further. He just takes his time, familiarizing himself with the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

Then, he stops and looks me in the eyes. 'I need you to tell me, Roza. Do you want me to stop?' I look at him and shake my head no. 'So do you want this?' his accent is again slipping.

Do I? Yes, I want to feel every inch of him. 'Yeah, I want it.' I answer and he gives me a devilishly smile. I pass my hands through his soft hair and pull him closer, initiating a kiss. I don't care what happens tomorrow. The only thing that matters now is that his lips are pressed against mine and we are kissing hungrily. God, I wanted to do this for so long.

His hand is still between my thighs and after I give him permission, he moves forward, and I think he is going to drag my underpants down, but oh, I am so wrong. Instead, he begins to rub with two fingers the spot between my legs, over the material of my panties.

As I let out a loud ''aaah'' into his mouth, I clasp my hands into his hair, my whole body contracting, and I drag him closer, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He begins to move faster and all I am capable of doing in that moment is to moan loudly.

'f**k this shit.' I declare as I let go of him. I want more and there are too many clothes in between. I take off my ruined shirt, pushing myself back and forth so that I'll intensify his touch. Then, as he continues that maddening movement, his other hand getting a good hold of my hip, I unbutton his shirt and walk my hands all over his hard chest and down on his six-pack. I take his shirt off too, sadly breaking the contact between us. I look at him and I can't help myself. He looks so f*****g hot. I need him to take me right now. This desire is practically burning inside me.

His hands find their way up again, brushing the skin on my back, and as he is sucking and biting on my neck and up my jaw, he tries to unclasp my bra with one hand, but it keeps on slipping from his grip.

I growl in frustration. 'I'll do it.' I say as I get rid of the bra easily, throwing it God knows where.

He looks at me for a second, smiles and cups my breasts with his hands, slowly massaging my peaks' sensitive skin with his thumbs. Oh Lord, f**k! I already can't breathe normally, and this is not helping me at all. I close my eyes, tilt my head back and put my hands on his knees, pushing my chest forward, simply enjoying the things he does to me. There is this thing building inside me and it is clouding my mind.

He may be drunk but he sure knows how to totally arouse a woman. Maybe this is some kind of born instinct to him, I don't know, but he's so good at this. I am already dripping.

Then, he rises, holding on to me and he turns around, putting me slowly on the bed, on my back. He places a little kiss on my lips before getting to his feet. He doesn't get his eyes off me while he gets his pants and boxers off. As he does that, I get rid of my skirt too. When I reach for my panties, he stops me.

'I'll do that.' he says and I don't mind at all.

He comes above me and kisses me again, his tongue invading my mouth as I am mindlessly ravishing his hair. He continues his way down, between my breasts until he gets to my abdomen and spends some seconds there, brushing his lips on my skin. Then, he traces the line of my panties with kisses and I can feel hot air blowing on my skin as he is breathing heavily, so close to my sensitive area. I can't take that no more.

'Take them off already!' I command. He smiles and gladly complies.

I haven't realized until now, but he is huge. Like, wow. I have never done it with any guy before (I know, being a 23 years old virgin might seem lame, but trust me, looking at him now, yeah; it was totally worth the waiting), and I can tell that he is totally above average at this chapter too. I try to push away the anxiety that begins to rise in my mind at the thought of his enormity inside me and it works somehow. I open myself for him, the desire to feel him taking over my fear. It will all be fine.

He comes on top of me again, with his hands beside my head, and kisses me fiercely, as we are both gasping for air. I place my hands on his shoulders, and make my way down on his strong arms, exploring every inch of him, and then get up on his back, drawing lines with my fingers along his bare skin, feeling all of his toned muscles.

As he thrusts me, I dig my nails deep into his skin and clench my fists. He growls and I cry out his name as pain shots through me. On instinct, I try to pull my legs together, squeezing him in the process. His eyes widen in shock and he freezes halfway. My reaction wasn't what he expected. Hell, I didn't expect this either. And some tears begin to fall from my eyes involuntarily. God, this alcohol is really messing up with my emotions. Everything feels so intense in this moment. His expression turns to worried in a flash. He pulls himself out slow, and from what I can tell from his tone, he is swearing in Russian.

'Roza, are you alright? I am sorry. What happened? Did I hurt you?' he asks as his thumbs try to wipe away my tears and soothe me.

'It hurt.' is everything I can say, my voice cracking. Where did this whiny b***h come from? I heard from some girls that it might hurt when you do it the first time, but I surely didn't expect things to be like this.

'We should stop.'

'No.' I say categorically. 'I want you.' I say and pass my hand through his silky hair.

'Me too, but, are you sure?'

'More than ever.' I am one hundred percent sure of this and I am not going to stop this thing. I have wanted it for too long now.

His hand finds mine and entangles our fingers, and then he softly kisses my forehead.

'I'll go slowly. Tell me if you want me to stop. I don't want to hurt you.'

He comes close to my center and hovers above me. And he is indeed moving slow. As I feel him in me once more, I squeeze his hand as the pain comes again, but fortunately, it is not that bad anymore. It's only a faint sting. He tries to pull out again.

'No, no. Don't stop.' I encourage him.

'It won't last for long, I promise.' He assures me and then goes all the way in, stretching my walls. I relax completely under him and sigh in relief as I accustom myself with this sensation of fullness.

Then, he continues at a steady slow pace.

'Is this okay?' how can he be so drunk and so careful at the same time? Most guys would just want to f**k and that's all.

'Yeah.' I say with a moan and get my legs up on his hips, giving him a better angle. It hurt at first, but all I can feel now is pure pleasure. I never want him to stop. And I can't stop moaning as he hovers above me and does amazing things to my body, his eyes still carefully fixated on me.

I ask him to go faster and he complies, and moves his mouth down on my neck and works his magic there too. I dig my nails into his back again, trying to keep myself steady as he thrusts even deeper in me. This is the best s*x I have ever had. Practically, the only s*x I ever had. But it feels divine. It is like I am high on the best drug ever.

Then, something inside me simply pops, my back curls towards him and I begin to scream his name in pleasure, my body convulsing slowly from the unexpected overflow of bliss. Not long after, I feel that he releases himself too, as he squeezes on my hand that he didn't let go the whole time.

After that sublime moment, we both lay on our backs, our hands still tied between us, as we are catching our breaths. This was simply amazing. I am mind blown. Considering all the things he has done to me, Dimitri surely is a god in bed, no other proof needed. But I wouldn't mind at all to be reminded of it from time to time.

At some point, he turns to his side, takes me into his embrace, turning me to face his chest. He entangles our legs, dissolving the distance between us and then kisses my temple. The connection between us feels amazing. I can't tell where I finish and where he begins. There is just one of us now.

'Roza, are you feeling fine?' he begins to soothe my hair.

I move my head up and down. 'Amazing.'

He tells me a word in his native language and kisses me again. I don't know what he said, but it sounded simply perfect. In that position, I happily fall asleep encircled by his warmth.