EroticReverie

Katerina Karr

The next morning at the air port, his parents watch us with suspicious knowing looks, as if they can tell we slept together last night. 

Our flight gets cancelled due to a safety concern. There's another flight leaving in four hours that had two seats. The next available flight available flight after THAT, only has three available seats and is not until the middle of the night. 

"Well.." Anton sighs and looks at Anna. 

They decide two of us will take the one in four hours. The other two taking the red eye. 

In the end, it's Dimitri and his mother that we decide should go back first. Due to Anna having a scheduled lesson for another younger pair of skaters the next morning, and Dimitri due to brand deal meeting he's going to miss , and be cutting it close already on the later flight, if he doesnt go and make it to the meeting. 

We hang out at the airport for those four hours, me and Dimitri walking around. A few people recognize usand as for pictures and autographs. 

We all sit at a cafe, eating a small lunch right before Dimitri and his mother are set to board their plane. 

I smile and wave as Dimitri looks back and waves as he heads down the little hall that connects to the plane. Then he's out of site, along with his mother. 

Anton slips his hand to my upper back the second his wife and son are out of view. His hand then sliding further up , to the back of my neck and my nipples prick beneath my sweater as he leans down. His mouth to my ear.

"We should make the most of our time." He says, his nose nudging my ear. "Don't you think?" he whispers.

I nod.

-----------------

A year after my mother passed away, a year of living with the Kozlov's, is when it started. 

My first time, wasn't last night with Dimitri. It was two years ago, with his father. 

It started with him finding ways to touch me when he hadn't needed to. Letting his gaze linger when nobody else was around. Smiling differently at me. Telling me how stunning I was , how beautiful, how talented. He'd always complimented me before, so did his wife, so did Dimitri. But this was different, and the way he looked at me was different than he used to. 

One night, at the rink. Dimitri was sick, so he wasn't there, he was resting at home in bed, and Anna, being more of a caregiver than her husband, had stayed home with Dimitri. While Anton, took me to the rink to train. Dimitri was strong, he performed lifts easily and had no trouble with the tricks or spins as he held me. But that night, with Anton, i'd felt like a feather. Anton was only an inch taller than his son, just as lean, just as fit and strong. No, stronger. And skating with someone new, usually took so much trust, but I already trusted Anton. I'd known him my entire life, and he's been my coach along with Anna ever since me and Dimitri started to train as a pair.  He'd had us practice one of the numbers I'd been skating with Dimitri. The end of the program ends in an easy enough lift, where my back is to Anton, my one leg bent at the knee, the other extended out, both of my skates facing the same direction, his hand around my middle, the other holding the thigh of my extended leg as we glide to the center of the ice to end the program. 

When he lowers me, his hand slips toward my stomach, instead of straight down off my thigh, his hand grazes between my legs, making my heart pound before he lowers me. My skates gliding back onto the ice as I go to end the program as always practiced. Embraced from behind, his arms around me. But instead he whirls me quickly, lifting me up by the waist as my hands go to his shoulders as I suck in a breath. He spins slowly, looking up at me as I look back down at him. My heart racing, as he looks me in the eyes like Dimitri does, exacept his gaze is different, stronger, more intense. I tell myself the graze between my legs of his hand had been a mistake, I tell myself that the look on his face is just the practiced performance of an Olympic gold metalist. He's done this a million times, of course he can make it look good, make the audience believe he's in love with just one look. Except there's no audience, and this isn't the right way to end this. He lowers me so slowly, his control doesnt waver, a smooth slip of my pelvis over his chest, my stomach, my breasts as he lowers me without a single stutter of his muscles, i slide like a sheet of ice down his body as our eyes stay locked. 

Then, the music ends. Then, Anton Kozlov, gold medalist Olympian, father of my best friend, married to his wife that he skated with his entire career and then built an empire with her to train others, my coach, my godfather, my guardian....he kisses me. 

He dips his head down and puts his lips to mine. I should've let him continue to apologize as he pulled back slightly, and shook his head. But I hadn't. I'd grabbed his shirt and pulled him back for more. I'll never forget the sound his groan as I kissed him back, the sound that made me feel more powerful than I ever had before. 

It went from a kiss on the ice, to Anton stripping me down in the training room where we had mats to practice our lifts off the ice. That was my first time. In the training room that smelled like sweat and hard work. The place where I'd spent so many hours training with Dimitri, while Anna and Anton yelled "Again" "do it again" over and over until we perfected whatever it was we were trying to accomplish. It was my first time, and it only took the one time, to make me fall in love with Anton Kozlov. 

--------

Anton takes me back to the hotel, buying another room in cash. I swallow, knowing exactly why. Because how would he explain why he needed to waste money on a hotel, instead of just waiting at the airport for the red eye?

"I'll bet he enjoyed you" Anton groans as he thrusts into me, clothes scattered on the floor as we go again. 

Anton knew his son was in love with me. Just like I knew his wife was madly in love with him. But I didn't love Dimitri, not like that. And Anton, loved his wife. But, no longer, like that.

Anton made me admit that I'd had sex last night with Dimitri on the way up to the hotel room in the elevator. Then he'd fucked me against the wall while asking who makes love to me better. 

Anton would never leave Anna. I knew that. I was young, but I wasn't that dumb. While he made promises to me that "when the time is right" we could be together. I knew that time would never come. Anton has even encouraged me to be with Dimitri. Said it would make our chemistry even stronger on the ice. But I hadnt wanted to. Because Dimitri deserved someone that was IN love with him. As much as I wish that could have been me, and it probably could have been me, if not for that night with Anton all alone in the rink , two years ago. If he'd never kissed me, I probably would have fallen in love with Dimitri. To be honest, I had thought I was in love with him. But with the death of my mother, being in love hadn't really been anything I was worrying about. Until that kiss, until Anton looked at me like I was meant to be his. 

We fuck for hours. Till the sheets are soaked with sweat, till our muscles burn and cramp, till my body is full with every drop of cum Anton can possibly give me.

"Let's schedule a different flight." Anton says as we lay there in each others arms, our bodies sticky with sweat , but not caring, as he runs his fingertips through my damp hair along my hair line. 

"what would we say?" I ask.

"That we missed it." He shrugs slightly. 

"that's not a good idea" I say and lift my head and prop myself up, laying my forearm on his chest as I look at him. Him and Dimitri looked so much alike, but Anton clearly looked older. Which made him look more rugged, more handsome, more wise. I look at the salt and pepper scruff starting to peek through along his jaw and over his lip. Lifting my eyes to his blue eyes that all three of them share. His hair dark and peppered with the same greys and whites as his facial hair. 

"Or we could just not go back at all." He says with a smile, and I smile back and roll my eyes.

"I'd love to keep you in this bed forever." He says and drops his hand to my side and slips it to my ass, and pulls me ontop of him and I hum, slipping onto him, straddling him, kissing his chest. 

We were always careful. We never did anything when anyone else was home, or around. So it often left little time for us to have our secret affair. So this, right here, hours of alone time, was heaven, and we were making up for the past few busy weeks where there were no windows of time for us to steal. 

I sink onto his cock once again, and this time. It's not hurried, we don't rush, we don't fuck desperately , we're not wild....but we are still hungry. My hips move in a long ,slow back and forth grind as I keep him inside of me. Our eyes locked, little smiles on our both of our lips, that fade as we both get lost in each other. His hands on my hips, thrusting just a slowly as I move, my pussy dragging up and down on his length as I feel him slip against every sore bit of flesh. I was aching, from how hard we'd gone at it, and also from how badly I needed more of him. 

"I love you" I breathe as I look down at him. Words we've shared a thousand times. He groans everytime I speak them, whether he's inside of me or not.

"I love you too Katerina" he says and I lean down, his hands going to my ass, sliding me up so I can easily kiss him, while his fingers replace his cock and I moan on his lips as they pump into my slowly. 

He turns us over, lays me down and then kisses me. Kisses all over my neck, my breasts, down my stomach and back up as his fingers keep fucking me slowly. Then they're gone and then they're in my mouth, and I suck them, taking his fingers in my mouth, as I take his cock back inside of me. Moaning on his soaked fingers as he fills me up with every inch. 

"Katerina" he groans. My tongue licks between his soaked fingers and then bites them gently, then sucks again and I moan as he hovers, one hand on the bed, while i clean the fingers on his hand. 

"I love you so much" I moan as I keep licking his finger, sucking one, then the other, then both. 

"ungh" he groans as he goes a bit faster, thrusting a bit harder, deeper. I pant around his fingers, crying around them as he drags them out of my mouth, and then pulls out, and is moving quickly. He strokes his cock over my face as I push up on my elbows, his other hand sliding over my breasts, grabbing one, then pinching the nipple as I whine with my tongue out, mouth wide and my eyes on him, as he cums all over my tongue with a loud groan.

"Katerina" he grunts and then my mouth is around the tip, sucking him dry, taking every bit of what belongs to me. 

"If they gave gold medals for how hard a woman can make a man cum....you'd take gold" He groans and I laugh, licking my lips and he exhales, groaning as I lay back down and curses softly and then moves and lays back down. 

He doesnt wait, he reaches over, hand between my legs, and finishes me off. Rubbing my clit as he whispers in my ear, dirty words, sweet words, hot low groans and demands as he tells me to cum for him. 

It takes under two minutes for me to find it, my orgasm crashing over me, leaving me shaking and spent, and unsure if I can even manage another at all tonight. 

After ten minutes, we're in the shower. Then, we're in the bath. Me with my back to his chest, his hands massaging every part of me, shoulders, neck, arms, thighs, breasts. Pussy. I apparently can manager another orgasm, because it comes so easily after all that massaging, and working me up. I cum, back arching against his chest as he whispers more sweet words to me as I cum. 

After the bath, he carries me to the other queen sized bed, where we lay together, naked under the covers, my head on his chest, his arm around me. 

"set your alarm"I yawn.

"mhm" he hums sounding just as sleepy as I am. 

"i will" he yawns. 

My eyes close, and I drift off to sleep in his arms fo the first time ever.