Eight

I woke up again without Dimitri next to me. Had he gone home? I looked at my phone and it was eight. Maybe he had gone to work. I walked into my kitchen and saw him at the counter. Clearly helped himself to coffee and handed me one as I walked over.

“Do you ever sleep?”

“Not really.” He came to me and cupped my face in my hands, lightly kissing my lips he then picked up his jacket.

“I have to go milaya,” I just nodded. “I’ll see you Sunday?” He put his jacket on and walked towards the door.

“Yes definitely.” I stood up to walk him to the door and he pulled me close by my hips.

“Can we pretend yesterday never happened?”

“Yes,” I chuckled.

“Apart from the bit where you bounced on my dick obviously,” he kissed my cheek. “I think that image will last me until Sunday.”

“I’m glad.″ I threw my head back in laughter. That’s the Dimitri I knew and in between my legs throbbed. I grabbed his jacket and moved closer to him.

“Do you have to go?” He sucked in a breath.

“Milaya don’t do this to me.