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The wind whips and whirls outside in an icy gyre. I can hear it through the thick metal walls. I nervously tap my foot at the two-way radio and hold the button down again.

“Echo Station to Dmitri, copy.” I pause. “Dmitri. Are you there. Over.”

Nothing.

“Dmitri. Do you copy? It’s Peyton.” Pause. “Dmitri, you are freaking me out. Over.”

The snow comes down so thick and fast that all I see out the window is white. We never get storms like this.

Dmitri went out to collect core samples a week ago. He was supposed to be back yesterday morning but I haven’t been able to make contact since the storm started. The rest of the team evacuated because we didn’t have enough supplies for all of us to get snowed in.

His vehicle pinged twenty minutes ago but it’s been radio silence since then. I pour myself another cup of coffee and wait. I try to focus on my book but I can’t concentrate.

Hours pass. I lay my head on the table and accidentally fall asleep. The door to the vestibule opens and I snap awake.

Dmitri staggers into the güvenilir bahis living quarters. The door slams behind him. His face is red and there’s ice in his beard. I jump up and throw my arms around his neck.

“Holy shit! I thought you were dead!”

He picks me up and spins me around in a circle. I hold on tight. His skin is freezing.

All of a sudden the power shuts off. The silent room is bathed in an eerie crimson glow from the red emergency lights. I look around.

“We should check the circuit box,” I say.

“Fuck the circuit box.”

Dmitri pulls me close and kisses me passionately. My shock quickly gives way to desire. I fumble with his coat and he throws his goggles on the floor. I grip the nape of his neck and penetrate him with my tongue.

Dmitri throws me over his shoulder and carries me to his bunk. He drops me on the mattress with a thud, and I grab his shirt and pull him into me. His kisses every inch of exposed skin. He touches my throat with his fingertips and I shiver.

I hurriedly take off my sweater, my türkçe bahis jeans, my thermal underwear. Dmitri undresses too. We go as fast as we can. We wear a lot of layers.

I drink in his naked body, and he watches me watch him. I’ve always wondered what was under those heavy clothes. I touch his chest hair and trace my fingers over his tattoos.

Dmitri takes my hand and places it between my thighs. He guides my fingers and stares deep into my eyes as I get more and more turned on. I open my legs for him and his breathing quickens.

My wetness drips onto the sheets and I start to climax. My chest heaves and my voice is breathy. He stops before I orgasm. My whole body throbs.

I lie back with my head on the pillow and feel Dmitri’s weight on top of me. He fucks me like someone who’s come back from the dead. I hold onto the bed frame and push my hips into his. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and moans loudly. I hook my legs around his strong thighs and cling tightly to his shoulders.

Dmitri goes faster and faster, and the entire güvenilir bahis siteleri bunk shakes and knocks against the wall. His shaft rubs against my clitoris and the world spins out. He presses his palm against the wall and fucks me deeper. He cums inside me and strokes my clitoris until I orgasm too.

He flops next to me on the bed and we catch our breath. We’re drenched in sweat.

“Wow,” I say. “What just happened?”

“I don’t know.” Dmitri tips my chin and gently kisses me. “But I hope it happens again.”

I drape my leg over his back and slowly bite his lower lip. He puts his hand on my breast. I move my hips against his. He’s already hard.

I grab his ass and push him inside me. He moans softly. I get on top and ride his cock. He plays with his nipples and watches my breasts bounce. I brace my palms against his chest and slam my pussy against him. His eyes nearly roll back into his head.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot something the size of a cat dart across the dark room. It’s black and pointy and has so many legs. I startle.

“What the hell was that?”

Dmitri pushes down on my hips and I gasp when he hits my g-spot. He sits up and grinds into me nice and slow. I lean back and he nuzzles his face into my chest.

“Who cares. Just fuck me.”

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