Dima had always been a sneaky man, but he had never felt this thrill of excitement coursing through his veins before. He had to see her, had to lay his eyes on the woman who had consumed his every thought for the past few months. And so, there he was, standing in the doorway of Luba's bedroom, admiring her from afar.
The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow on her figure. She lay there, sprawled out on the bed, her raven hair fanned out on the pillow. Her breathing was slow and steady, a testament to her deep sleep. Dima couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for what he was about to do, but the temptation was too strong to resist.
He approached the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. With bated breath, he slowly lifted the blanket, revealing Luba's backside encased in black lace panties. Dima's eyes widened, and he felt his mouth go dry. He had seen many beautiful women in his life, but none had compared to Luba.
He took out his phone, the idea of capturing this moment too good to pass up. He snapped a picture, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He couldn't wait to relive this moment later.
Dima reached out, his fingers trembling with anticipation. He gently touched the fabric covering her, feeling the heat of her body through the material. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he couldn't stop himself. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on one of the cheeks, his heart racing. He nuzzled his face against her, inhaling her scent and feeling her warmth.
Luba stirred in her sleep, muttering something incoherent. Dima froze, holding his breath. He waited, his heart pounding in his ears. But Luba settled back into a deep sleep, and Dima let out a sigh of relief.
He slid his hand under the waistband of her panties, feeling the soft skin of her hips. He hesitated for a moment, then slid his fingers lower, exploring further. He couldn't believe what he was doing, but he couldn't stop himself.
Dima slowly removed Luba's panties, leaving her exposed. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind her. He entered her slowly, trying not to wake her up. He succeeded, and they both fell into a rhythm, lost in the moment.
As they moved together, Dima couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. He had never felt this connected to anyone before, and he never wanted it to end. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
"Luba," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
Luba stirred, her breathing heavy. "Dima?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
Dima didn't respond, afraid to break the spell. He continued to move within her, their bodies moving as one.
Luba's breathing grew heavier, and Dima could feel her tension building. He knew she was close, and he couldn't wait any longer. He quickened his pace, his own release building.
Luba cried out, her body shuddering as she reached her peak. Dima followed soon after, his own release crashing over him. He collapsed onto the bed, his breathing heavy.
Luba rolled over, her eyes wide open. "Dima," she said, her voice stern. "What do you think you're doing?"
Dima swallowed, his heart racing. "I-I couldn't help myself," he stammered.
Luba raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't help yourself?" she repeated. "You couldn't help yourself sneaking into my bedroom and having your way with me?"
Dima nodded, his eyes downcast.
Luba sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, I can't say I'm not flattered," she said. "But next time, ask first."
Dima nodded, his heart still racing. "I will," he promised.
Luba leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Good," she said. "Now, go back to your own bed before I change my mind."
Dima nodded, climbing off the bed. He pulled the blanket back over Luba, tucking her in. He couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards her, for being so understanding.
He slipped out of the room, a smile on his face. He couldn't wait to see what the next day would bring.
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