This is from a story call "Friends with Benifits" that Romitri is writing and I co write and beta. I have been promising you a hot shower for so long and I appologize that I took so long to get this out. I know my faithful readers miss my other stories "The Wild Wild West" and "Birth to Badass" and "Friday the 13th: Midnight hour" I am trying really hard to get back my abilities after surgery my memory and writting skills were gone. I was crushed because things just didnt flow. I couldnt remember how to spell words or even come up with the word I wanted to use - my vocab was just gone. So I started helping others and slowly things are getting better. I chose to write Friday the 13th as a short story to help me bring my skills back. But... its slow going. It takes me forever to think things thru. And on top of that my life got insanely crazy. I had lost my job and had surgery and my brain went to mush! But somewhere out there I have an angel watching over me because now I am working 3 jobs. 2 of them my own businesses. And working to get my Real Estate Lic. So life got crazy! So hang in there guys I promsie I will continue and finish all of my stories. Its just taking a whole lot longer then I ever expected.
So enough of my sob story here is the good stuff...
Friends with Benifits:Chapter Seven
(RPOV)
Allowing the cool water to slide over my body, hoping it would relieve the tingling fevered skin, my mind raced with illicit thoughts. Every molecule in my body urged me to join Dimitri back in my big soft sinful bed, to submit to the raging need pulsing in my veins.
My lilac-scented soap stimulated my senses as I sighed and picked up the big white puff. Nothing was going to help the yearning that was deep in my very soul. Ice-cold water, thinking about my ninth-grade algebra teacher…nothing could possibly make me forget every rippling muscle, hearing him moan my name, our bodies colliding in intense passion… oh god, not when I knew Dimitri was lounging in my bed.
My bed.
Pure bliss washed over me as I remembered the feeling of waking up next to him. Just thinking about it had my nipples so tight they ached, my eyes fluttered closed, I soaped one of my breast, then the other.
"Do you need any help?" His sexy husky morning voice washed over my skin.
Jumping slightly my eyes popped open and I gasped looking over my shoulder. Dimitri held the shower curtain in one hand as he leaned against the tiled wall. I'd been so distracted by my thoughts, I hadn't heard the bathroom door open and close. His sexy smile deepened as his gaze traveled down my body, then back up, lingering on my ass. Every nerve ending in my body tingled with excitement. All he had to do was look at me, smile, and I was ready to jump his bones. Lord, I was really pathetic.
The truth was at this moment I didn't care. Heat coursing through me overrode my better judgment. No one could make me feel the way he did when his chocolate-brown eyes darkened with lust. My pulse accelerated as I glanced down and saw his cock, hard and ready. My nipples hardened, and a gush of liquid warmed me to the core.
His gorgeous smoldering brown eyes met mine and a sexy soft smile graced his kissable delicious lips.
"If you don't mind scrubbing my back, darling." I exaggerated with a strong fake southern accent. Fluttering my eyelashes at him and giving a little wink.
Dimitri chuckled and stepped into the tub. "I think I can help with a lot more than that." The dark promise in his voice sent another thrill racing along my skin.
He grabbed the soap from me and stuck his hands under the shower water.
"Jesus! You need some warm water, Roza." I turned the knob further to the left. When I straightened, Dimitri stepped closer to me, his shaft rubbing against the small of my back. "You know that's a myth right? That a cold shower will help curb you sexual desires." He droned in my ear, beginning at my shoulders, massaging and gliding his hands over my tense muscles.. "There's only one thing that helps." His whisper had me shivering even though the water was warming us up.
"What's got you all uptight?" His breath brushed past my wet skin causing goosebumps to rise all the way down my body.
"Oh, nothing much. I'm just standing in the shower, with a six-foot-seven stud behind me. I have absolutely nothing to worry about." I breathed with a heavy sigh rotating my neck to loosen up my kinks.
Those irresistible slippery hands slipped down my back stroking my wet flesh, then over my hips. They skimmed across the small of my back, cupping a cheek in each big strong hand, squeezing, massaging my aroused skin. His hands snaked their way around my body one hand sliding up to my breasts, teasing my nipples, pulling and pinching them as he ground his cock against my bottom. The other hand slowly, torturously eased down my body. My knees almost gave way as his long slender fingers passed my pelvic bone to the warmth between my theighs. I placed my hands on the tile to steady myself, arched my back, and spread my legs. My head spun, my body throbbed.
Dimitri's wet and slick fingers slithered inside me. As he slowly thrust in and out, he barely touched my clitoris. Each little brush of his thumb pushed me closer to the edge. The tension in my body drew tighter, quivering with the need to release. He kept his touch light enough to titillate, but not for me to find satisfaction. When I tried to push against his hand, Dimitri chuckled.
"Patience, Roza. It's much better if you draw it out."
At that moment, he rubbed his thumb against my clit again, and I growled. Frustration and impatience combined, heightening my senses. His hardness pressed against my ass making me wish for him to shove that throbbing rod where his fingers were now. My blood raced through my veins, heating me from within. I needed him to fuck me senseless, making me scream his name. Oh god, this was killing me.
"Dimitri Belikov." I growled out.
He chuckled. "I know, I'm in trouble when you use my full name." His voice was low and deep, heavy with his own desires. He wanted me to ride him just as bad as I wanted him to shove that big cock inside me.
Torturously, Dimitri continued to massage my breast while his magical fingers brought me higher. My juices flowed over his hand as my arousal grew, with every trust the pressure built and my core muscles drew tighter. Before I could reach my glorious peak, Dimitri pulled away from me, abruptly sitting down in the tub. As I turned around to protest, he pulled me on top of him, straddling his lap.
"Shit."
The frustration in his voice was unmistakable, filled with every ounce of need that was ragging in me. Dimitri gripped my hips, lining me straight up with his hard waiting manhood. Only a second later he slammed down on that wonderful hard shaft. A high-pitched moan left my lips as he forcefully held my hips, digging his fingers into my skin.
"Oh damn, Roza your so hot and tight." He growled.
The water sluiced over us as he set the rhythm, slower than I wanted. I opened my mouth to beg him to go faster, but he took one ridged nipple into his mouth, sucking, grazing his teeth along my tingling flesh. Every thought centered on the feel of his shaft pounding into me, his tongue twirling around the tip of my nipple. Tight blazing friction had me moaning his name over and over, the need to reach the pinnacle consumed my every action. My core muscles tightened around him and my body quivered.
A hand moved from my hips to my hair, tangling in the mass of wet curls, pulling me down for a hot passionate kiss. His tongue immediately thrust past my lips. I increased my speed as my tongue tangled with his.
God, nothing had ever tasted as good as Dimitri in the morning. His hand clenched tighter in my hair and he threw back his head, moaning my name. The other hand gripped my hip, slamming me down on him. The sight of him in the throes of his orgasm pushed me over the edge. I exploded, my inner muscles clamping around his shaft, pulling him deeper. Every muscle in my body quivered with my release.
Moments later, I collapsed against him. Dimitri grunted, and relaxed against the back of the tub. He pushed the mass of heavy curls away from my face and kissed my forehead. The tender action was almost my undoing, but I bit back the words lingering on my lips that I'd wanted to say for the past six years. Even men who liked to cuddle didn't like messy emotional declarations after sex.
"I think you're hired, if that's what you call a back scrub." His chuckle echoed in the bathroom, and I bit the back the fears that echoed in my mind as I stifled my emotions.