“I’m not going to promise to be gentle,” he whispered softly - almost as if it were a threat. I dipped my chin once in agreement, not trusting myself to speak. I hadn't expected him to be gentle - to handle me with kid gloves, and I watched in awe as he discarded his clothing before me, leaving me flush against the sheets.
His body was a canvas, covered in bits and pieces of art - all neo-liberal styled tattoos - depicting various characters from different ages. Two women from two distinct eras held up a banner across his chest with the writing 'God loves the Trinity'. I expected something like that to be written in Russian, but Dimitri was full of surprises. I was so busy examining his tattoos, taking in his broad chest and chiselled abs that I only just noticed his pants laying discarded on the floor.
Clothed Dimitri was delicious and dangerous, but naked and unhinged? He was magnificent. I’m not sure he would have taken kindly to me calling his cock beautiful, but it was a work of art itself. Sculpted strong and upright, it sat just below his navel. He smirked down at me knowingly, and even though I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, I needed to wrestle back some of the control, so I sat up and swiftly pulled the silk camisole over my head, exposing my breasts to him. I was entirely naked.
I watched in glee as the muscle in Dimitri’s jaw ticked as he leant down closer to me. His hands held my thighs firmly, parting them for his entry. Exhaling my nerves, I felt him nudge my entrance.
“Not going gentle, Princess,” he grunted out before sliding into me deeply in one fluid motion. I was so busy focusing on the stretching sensation and feeling of utter fullness that the sharp pain that I should have been expecting, caught me unaware entirely. It was blinding and I drew in a deep breath, biting down on my lip as I exhaled.
He paused for a heartbeat as I winced, dipping his head towards my neck as he grunted, “It gets better.”
My naked breasts pebbled against his bare chest, and then he was moving, thrusting at a precisely measured pace. He lifted my legs slightly higher, angling himself deeper, and all I could do was curl my fingers into the bedsheets, arching up into him.
“Dimi,” I groaned. It was not a coherent thought. Nothing about a naked Dimitri thrusting inside of me could possibly bring about coherence, and yet I continued trying to articulate. “Dimi - Dimi- Dimi,” those words ran from my lips in prayer, because right now, he was in full control.
He grunted in response, his movements never faltering once. I felt unbelievably full - stretched, and everytime he pulled back, my body was achy and needy for him to thrust into me once more. The sensation had me widening my legs for him further, the stinging pain long forgotten.
My legs shook beneath his grip as he angled himself so that he was hitting me deeper, over and over again. I shut my eyes as I felt my climax build from the base of my spine. I thrashed my head sideways, moaning and gasping, my body alight with all the sensations and feelings he seemed to wring from me, and suddenly I couldn’t hide from that building sensation any longer - there was no delaying the inevitable. Pleasure barrelled through me, my body convulsed beneath him as I moaned his name, panting as I came down from that delicious high. Before even giving me a chance to recover, he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs higher as he stood next to the bed, pumping into me faster. I watched through veiled lids as his movements became erratic. Sweat glistened down his abs, and I lay there taking in my fill of Dimitri. He smirked down, acknowledging my appreciative gaze. His thumb swept across my breast, my nipple becoming infinitely harder beneath his touch and because I hadn’t fully come down from chasing my pleasure, I found myself falling into my next climax quicker, the build up almost non-existent as it took me by surprise. My walls clenched around him as I arched up into him once more, “Dimi -” I choked out my moan, sounding breathy and wanton all at once. I had never experienced anything like this, and in truth, I’m not sure it is sex - I think it’s more specifically sex with Dimitri. His hands toyed with my breasts as he flicked and pinched my nipples, and I felt myself clench down harder on his hard cock as he eeked out even more of my pleasure. He hissed as I convulsed, but he didn't relent - not even a little.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my eyes drifting shut as the pleasure seemed never-fucking-ending, dipping at the base of my spine.
“God is not here today, Corinne,” Dimitris' voice still sounded smooth and measured between his laboured breathing, “but I am.”
I couldn’t find the words to express what I was feeling - because I was feeling too much. And suddenly, his thumb was rubbing circles on my clit as he rammed into me and I cried out again - a guttural moan that echoed through the room. There was no God here. There was no Magick. It was just Dimitri and myself.
And what he was doing to me, the pleasure he managed to ring out of my body with each precise movement had me begging, “Dimi - oh, Dimi.”
I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but it was primal. My need possessed me, and suddenly my hips were thrusting up in time with his, meeting him with each deep and hard jolt. Even if I'd never done this before, I knew that he was larger than average - whatever the metric for average was, and his movements straddled that fine line of pleasure and pain, but those twinges of pain seem to only heighten my pleasure - or maybe that was just him.
Dimitri’s fingers dug into my thighs, bruising in their pressure as his movements became more frantic, and suddenly, even that grazing pressure against my inner thighs had me clawing the sheets beneath me as I moaned loudly. I heard Dimitri hiss as he thrust into me deep and hard, until his movements stilled and he was panting just as heavily as I was.
We remained like that while we both caught our breath, my legs flung open for him as he lingered, not wanting to pull out of me. His hair was dishevelled, and in the afterglow of it all, I noticed that on his hip bone, running in line with those deep vees that seemed to point to the promised land, was a date tattooed in a flurry of handwriting.
Dimitri finally looked up at me, his green eyes boring into mine, our breaths mingling as he slid his cock out. I winced at the feeling of his girth pulling out of me, leaving me empty and aching as cum dribbled out of me. He wasn’t apologetic, or even remotely concerned, instead he stared down at me with his trademark smirk that I’d seen more of in this bedroom than anywhere else as he said, “Let’s grab a shower, and the next time we do this, you can try and do your Witchy Sex Magick shit.”
I jerked up, staring at him, and for the first time, Dimitri cracked a smile - and it was magnificent. He had dimples - which I was fairly certain no one knew because the man never smiled.
“How do you even know about Sex Magick?” I asked, using my discarded tank-top to cover my chest. For some reason, I didn’t want to be naked whilst having a conversation with Dimitri.
Dimitri leant forward, grabbed my tank-top and flung it across the room.
“You don’t hide yourself from me,” he bored down on me as he tweaked my nipple just to prove a point.
I glared back at him as he walked towards the interleading door of the bathroom, naked and unabashed.
“It’s part of our folklore that if you have sex with a Witch you can help her work spells, and in doing so, you become blessed or some shit.”
I couldn’t help the laughter that rocked through me, and once more I was met with Dimitri’s glare.
“Okay,” I giggled, “first of all, you’re not automatically divinely blessed or whatever you believe, and secondly, some spells can be cast during sex, specifically during…” I fumbled for the word, blushing furiously.
“You can say it, Corinne,” Dimitri teased, and despite the fact that he was mocking me - and that he was still an asshole - I liked seeing him this way, naked, smiling, and teasing me.
If you had asked me when I met him, I would have said that this side of Dimitri didn’t exist, but lo and behold, here we were.
“I made you come,” he offered up, and I only blushed further.
“Is that when you cast your spell, whilst you’re coming?” he asked, his voice low and sensual as he suddenly changed direction and stalked back towards the bed - towards me. He was already semi-hard again, and whilst I didn’t have any experience other than the man grinning before me, I was certain that such a bounce back within this timeframe wasn’t normal.