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But like how it always was, once she started dreaming of Vassi—-
It was impossible to stop.
She closed her eyes again, and her mind had no problems picking up from where it had left off, so easily it was as if her fantasies had been with her from the very start.
In her mind, she saw Vassi stepping out of his jeans, and now he was only in his boxers, sleek black silk that outlined the bulge—-
“Aaaaaah.” The sound was blissfully perfect, but it wasn’t loud enough to hide the click of someone opening her bedroom door.
“Seri?” It was Vassi. “I want to talk.”
She stood there, stunned into immobility while water continued to cascade down her body. Somewhere in the recesses of her brain, Seri realized that she had also forgotten to lock her bathroom door.
His footsteps came closer. “Seri? Are you still mad?”
The door creaked open, and Seri—-
Pretended not to realize he was there.
She raised her arms over her head and began massaging shampoo into her hair, heart thundering against her chest as she waited what he would do. The exact moment Vassi saw her naked was easy to pinpoint, her body reacting to the moment even though she couldn’t see him.
Her body imperceptibly stiffening under the shower, the tingling of her senses, and the ache of parts that never used to make itself felt—-
It was like her body had come alive, and Vassi’s gaze was the only thing its naked form was destined to be on display for.
Even so, she could feel his shock and tension, palpable even when the entire length of her vast bathroom separated them. And then she felt it, and Seri almost gave herself away—-
Oh, but Holy Mother of Russia, surely she wasn’t imagining that?
Fingers trembling, Seri began rinsing her hair, turning towards the door so Vassi would see more of her body. And when she felt it again, she knew she hadn’t been dreaming.
Vassi wanted her.
Vassi wanted her.
The hard, desperate strength of his desire hit Seri like a heat wave, and she found herself moving her hands over her body. She let her fingers drift over her breasts, so slowly it couldn’t be anything but a soapy caress—-
She heard Vassi suck in his breath, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.
A moan escaped her, the sound as beautiful as Vassi’s low gasp of desire.
Unable to help it, she risked peeking, and Seri was rewarded with the sight of Vassi’s eyes clenched closed, his head half-thrown back, his face a picture of need as he stroked his thick, hard dick.
For a moment, all she could do was stare – it was the first one she had actually seen in real life, and it felt like destiny that it was Vassi’s she saw first.
If she had her way, it would be her last.
Her mouth became dry as she watched his hand move more furiously, his body tensing, and the sight was so beautiful she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. His eyes started to open, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Seri touched the triangle between her legs, fleetingly, and the fiery sensation was too much.
She moaned, again and again, and this time she couldn’t stop, the heavy weight of her forbidden love making the feather-soft touch of her fingers as powerful as the most seductive caress.
Dimly, she heard Vassi groaning, just before the sound was abruptly cut short.
Her body trembled hard as Seri realized that he had come, and the squishes and jerks as he spurted out his cum was so unbelievably sexy—-
Pleasure swirled out of her, taking Seri by surprise. She gasped as the force of her release shook her body, her thighs trembling as her own wetness streamed down her legs.
When she opened her eyes again, Vassi was gone.
She quickly wrapped the towel around herself but as soon as she stumbled out of her bathroom, she stopped dead, frozen in fascination at the sight that greeted her.
There were white stains on the carpet—-
Vassi’s cum.
Her heart thudded against her chest.
Vassi’s cum—-
Vassi had jerked himself off at the sight of her.
Seri leaned weakly against the wall at the thought.
For so long, she had dreamt of him, wished for him, and for so long she had loved him, urgently, secretly, completely.
After finding out how much their family meant to Vassi, she had thought that this would never come, that this would be impossible.
But it had.
Holy Mother of Russia, Vassi wanted her and—-
Someone knocked on her door, and she jumped at the sound.
The door opened a moment later, and Seri stared in open-mouthed shock when Vassi strode in.
He tossed something into the bed. “An advance happy birthday for you, leech.” But he spoke without meeting her gaze, and his cheeks had an unnatural flush to it. He had changed into a white V-necked cotton shirt and sweat pants—-
