Chapter 2
Never did I think I was going to hear that word again. Roza. The name Dimitri calls me when he's feeling affectionate towards me. Dimitri was standing there in dark blue jeans and a tight dark grey shirt. Calling him handsome or hot was an insult. He was so much more than that.
I couldn't believe that Dimitri was here. In my room!
"What are you doing here? Is everything ok?" I asked in a low voice, trying not to scare him.
Dimitri didn't say anything. He just grabbed me and began kissing me, taking me by surprise. It took a second for me to respond to the kiss. It was just like the ones he gave me back at the cabin. I could feel his love in the kiss and in how he was embracing me.
My Russian God kept kissing me. Touching me everywhere like it was his mission to explore every inch of my body. I didn't think. I just let myself go and savour his touch and kiss. By the time he kissed the side of my jaw, we were already at the foot of my bed. I sat down and he went for my shirt, taking it off. I didn't have a bra on, but if I had he would've taken that off too. Not wanting to be the only one half-naked, I went for his shirt. He didn't try to stop me. He actually helped me by lifting it the last little way.
After his shirt was off Dimitri began kissing me again. This time, it was the side of my neck, down to my collarbone and towards the middle of my chest. All while he was murmuring my name.
"Oh Roza, so beautiful," he whispered as he kissed the side of my left breast, taking the nipple into his mouth. I gasp of pleasure escaped me, and I threw my head backwards arching my back towards him. He transferred his attentions to my other nipple, the breast he'd previously had in his mouth responding to the cold room, making the nipple harder if possible. One of his calloused hands massaged my sensitive breast, the other roaming across my body.
I didn't realise we were dry humping each other until he stopped, standing up to remove his pants and briefs. I couldn't look anywhere else if my life depended on it. Seeing Dimitri naked was just plain fascinating. I looked at his face and saw love and lust written all over it. Before coming back to the bed he took off my pyjama shorts and underwear. He came back to me, and I automatically opened my legs to allow him to settle between them. He didn't enter me, but I could feel his erection poking my inner thigh.
I could tell he was supporting most of his weight with his arms, but it didn't matter because he began kissing me again. I moaned into his mouth, barely containing my excitement. I wanted him so badly. I gripped his upper arms because I couldn't contain myself. This man had so much power over my body. I'd never want this from anyone but him. I moved my hands towards his hair, tugging it gently and receiving groans from him.
I knew I should be thinking about why he was here, but my brain checked out on me the moment he started kissing me. He was trailing kisses down my stomach, gripping my hips. I knew what he was going to do and I tried to stop him.
"Let me," he growled, his mouth oh so close to my core.
"Ah!" I groaned, his tongue in my pussy making my hands go to his head automatically, pulling his hair gently.
"Oh, Roza! You're so wet. You taste amazing!"
I would never be able to describe the feelings Dimitri elicited from me. His tongue moved, assaulting my clit with just the right amount of pressure and speed to take me over the edge.
"Cum for me Roza!" he groaned. And that's what I did because honestly, I couldn't hold myself back any longer.
"Ahh! Dimitri!"
As soon as I came back down from my high he shifted, grabbing his member and positioning it at my entrance. He looked at me as though he were asking for permission, and I gladly nodded.
"Oh Roza, you feel so good!" he groaned moving inside me. Seeing him, knowing I was giving him pleasure, made me want to cum again. Dimitri kept thrusting with a slow pace. As though he was trying to feel all of me. Cherish me with each stroke.
He kept murmuring in Russian. In and out. In and out. Dimitri kept his pace, never faltering, never slowing down. He kept groaning, telling me how good it felt. His arms were bent, one on each on the side of my head. His hands were stroking my hair, his mouth kissing my mouth and neck. Dimitri kept pushing forward as deep as he could before pulling almost all the way out. The feeling was amazing. Nothing could compare to this feeling. My body reacted to his, and soon I was ready to climax again. I groaned in pleasure.
"I'm close, Dimitri. I'm very close," I whispered. Dimitri just groaned again and sped up his pace.
"Oh fuck! I'm cuming Dimitri!" I yelled, pulling on his hair. But he didn't slow down. Instead, he increased his pace, and that was my undoing. This climax was so much more powerful than the first one. Every nerve in my body felt the pleasure, my body arching towards him, my core clamping on his member.
"Oh fuck!" was all I heard before Dimitri came inside me, looking deep into my eyes. I couldn't look away. I could feel his member throbbing within me, making me squirm because my body was super sensitive due to my climax. I kept hearing Dimitri groan in pleasure. This was the second time I'd had sex with him, and it was only getting better.
"I love you!" I said, not thinking about. But I didn't regret it.
Dimitri pulled out of me, and I felt the change in him like a splash of cold water. He looked at me, and I could tell he was looking at my soul. But something had changed. There was no more gaze of adoration. I could see it in his eyes. Don't ask me why, I just know that something had changed in Dimitri, and I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it.
"I have to go." That's all he said before he abruptly got up from my bed, putting his clothes on in record time, and left. I lay there, too stunned to even blink. What the hell just happened? Knowing that I wasn't going to chase after him, I went to sleep. I didn't realize I was so tired.
