Why, hello there. Fancy seeing you here. Oh what's that? You're pissed I took forever to update? Sorry! ):

Let me say this - when I was younger, writing lemons was easy. I'm not even kidding, it was so easy. I could just write and it was no big deal. But that was a few years ago, and well, it was kind of a bitch to write. I don't really know why - I have no problem with sex (I have a very sexual personality, or so I've been told) - but I think it was just that this, this story itself, was hard. Or maybe it was because I have like ten billion story ideas in my head and I can only do so many. That might have been it too.

I can blame school, though. You know, I'm an A and B student. I'm on National Honour Society. I don't get Cs in classes, or even fail tests. Well, that all changed once I decided to take Physics. I took it because it looks good ... and I'm regretting it. The highest test grade I've gotten so far is a 64 percent (though that might change, since I retook a test.) I repeat: I do not fail tests. The whole class is a bunch of great students, and most of us are close to failing. Yes, this is a huge reason for my stress level - it's practically through the roof because of this damn class. LOL. My teacher told me I'd need physics in order to calculate someone's speed and I told him "that's what a radar gun is for." He told me I would need it to figure out how fast I would need to go to catch up and I said "No, I just hit the gas pedal until I catch that person." Needless to say, I don't really think I need physics to be a police officer. (:

THAT RANTING ASIDE ... Yeah. Here it is, the lemon. This is my first full blown lemon I've ever posted (or written in a long ass time; it's probably been a couple of years), so be nice. :D

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"The Bad Touch"
"You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."
The Bad Touch, The Bloodhound Gang.

Dimitri had been holding out on me last night. Last night, his kisses had been heated , yes … but they were chaste compared to this. My lips were melting into his as his hands tangled in my hair, attempting to pull us closer together. It was becoming harder and harder by the moment; it was almost like we were stuck in a rut. We were as close as we could be, yet it wasn't close enough. I hitched my legs around his torso, creating a small sense of friction against his jeans.

His tongue traced along my bottom lip and I moaned softly into his mouth as his hand untangled from my hair and made its way down to the hem of my shirt. I shivered and pulled away from his beautiful lips at that point. That spot – the spot right above the hem line of my jeans – was my spot. Dimitri smirked as his fingers traced along that edge and my body withered against his.

"Oh, ungh, Dimitri," I barely managed to breath out as his lips crashed against mine. I was lost in an oblivion now; who was my husband again? I was thinking incoherently, and my thoughts only managed to stop becoming so blurred together only when Dimitri moved down to my neck, surely leaving a hickey there. How was I supposed to explain that one? Oh well, I just wasn't going to worry about that.

His hands found their way to my shirt again. "This," he played with the end of the fabric, rubbing it back and forth between his index and thumb finger. Just even that little action made me wonder what he could do with his hands … those talented, big, hands … "Has to go. Now." His accent was heavier and I was more than happy to comply. I lifted my hands up high in the air and the shirt was off in a matter of minutes.

I had never been more thankful that I actually cared about what my bras and panties looked like. A lot of girls argued that it didn't matter most of the time, because people didn't see them - but it did matter. It made me feel ten times more confident just by wearing my most racy pair of underclothes.

"Comrade, didn't anyone tell you it's not polite to stare? Yes, they're real. They're a hundred percent real," I leaned in closer to him, my lips brushing against his. I took his hand and placed it on my breasts – it felt natural. With Adrian, there was always that was something that had been … off. "And they're all yours."

A wicked grin spread across his face as his hands traced along my back, lingering at the clasp of my bra. His touch made me practically incoherent. And my God, was he taking forever in getting my dram bra off. I took a deep breath as I locked my eyes with his and he unclasped my bra. I felt free as the bra came off and he threw it across the room. Before I could blink, his mouth assaulted my left breast and I withered under his touch.

He wasted no time nipping and sucking at my breast while massaging the other one with his hand. My back arched, allowing his mouth to fully divulge my breast. After a few moments of sucking my left breast, he moved over to the right one, leaving chaste kisses between the valley of my breasts. He repeated the motion, his other hand pleasuring my left breast. His touch was becoming increasingly tougher and I could feel the erection against my body.

"Dimitri," I breathed, and his eyes locked with mine. Christ, he looked so damn good sucking on my breast. I twisted my body, which caused him to unlock his mouth from me, and I found his lips again. He smiled against mine as I pressed him down against the couch again, completely taking control. I liked to take control of the situation, especially in the bedroom. Handcuffs were sort of my specialty.

I'm not sure how it happened, but within the matter of seconds, I was only clad in my underwear, as was Dimitri. I rocked my body against his, creating tremendous amounts of friction between us. He moaned against my body as I rocked faster and faster. He wasn't even inside me and I could already feel the orgasm building in my body.

He must have been thinking the same thing, because his eyes were dark as night. "Roza." His accent was so heavy that it was almost hard to understand him. I gave one last thrust with my hips before they buckled. I gave him an innocent smile.

"I know, baby, I know."

That must have been his breaking point, because he used his force to flip me over so that I was underneath him. I giggled as he flipped me over, liking the complete turn of interest. My sex life with Adrian was almost nonexistent, and when it did happen … it was the same old, same old. The comparison made my stomach clench, but the thoughts disappeared as Dimitri tore my underwear off my body.

"So beautiful," he said as his hands explored my body, trailing up from my lips down to my stomach and stopping at that damn spot. I inhaled sharply as his fingers traced along my waist line and he gave a broad smile. Eventually, his fingers moved down, flicking and teasing my clit. My hips buckled when his index and middle finger started to rub my clit in slow, small, circles.

"You like that, baby?"

He really had no idea the affect he had on me. "Oh, fuck, yes," I could barely manage three words, this was too much. I took a deep breath as he continued to rub circles, causing me to squirm. "Christ, ungh, fuck, Dimitri, I'm going to…" And just as my orgasm almost exploded, he withdrew his hand. The sensation stopped almost instantly and I whimpered in disappointment. "What the fuck, Dimitri."

He said nothing, but only smiled as his face lowered, and I sighed happily as I realized what he was about to do. He gripped my thighs, spreading them appear further before his mouth completely assaulted my aching core. I arched my back as his tongue darted back and forth against my clit, creating a new sensation. Yet, it wasn't enough. I leaned forward, grabbed his head and pressed my hand against his, indicating that I wanted him to taste me further. My partner was more than happy to comply and I could feel the wetness increasing.

And just like last time, as I felt myself reaching my orgasm, he pulled away. I was starting to get frustrated by this, but didn't care when I felt his lips touch mine. I could taste myself on him and yearned to get his boxers off. With one hand, I reached down and kicked them off, to which he helped with. Once he was fully naked just like me, I pulled away and my mouth dropped open.

Jesus-Fucking-Christ.

"Yes, it's one hundred percent real and it's all yours." I snorted as he repeated my earlier words as I reached out my hand to grab his fully erect length, feeling the soft flesh in my hands. It had been awhile since I had given a handjob, considering how Adrian and I just had intercourse and were kind of done for the most part.

We shifted our position, and I found it much easier to do this. My fingers traced lightly along his head, noticing the slight, small drip of pre-cum. I placed my index finger over it, feeling the luberaction, and then slid my hand down his length in a slow, agonizing pain – at least for him. Oh, I knew what I was doing, just as he knew what he was doing to me.

His hands gripped the side of the couch as I continued to move up and down, increasing my speed and hold as the time went on. Dimitri was in the same boat as I was, but I was fascinated by the fact that he was acting like a teenager. I could see it clearly on his face that he was almost as his breaking point, and that's when I pulled away, a cheeky grin on my face.

"Roza," he growled and I kept the smile on his face. His eyes were black with lust and at that moment, I knew that I needed him inside me. I moved in to kiss him, but he pulled away. "Wait a moment," he said as he stood up. I frowned. What the hell would I be waiting for? God dammit, I wanted him now. He chuckled at my expression and disappeared down the hallway. This would have been a serious buzzkill if he didn't return so quickly, holding a small, square package in his hands.

"If I didn't, you'd kill me in the morning. And, well, it's better safe than sorry," he said as he moved closer, tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth. He sat down again and I took the condom wrapper from his hands and unraveled it before I slowly slid it down his length. He let out another growl as he pushed me down against the couch, hovering over me. I could feel the pool of wetness coming from my core, it was such a turn on.

He positioned himself at my entrance, but didn't go in. Instead, he rubbed his dick up against my clit, something I hadn't experienced before. His lips found mine as he pulled away after a few moments, and slowly slid into me. It was the moment I had been waiting for, and it couldn't have been anymore perfect.

Dimitri rocked his body into mine, his skin slapping against mine. I rotated my hips in slight circles, basking in the movement in my body. This was what sex was supposed to be like; mind-blowing, earth-shattering, 'I can't think straight' – not a quickie and then be done. It had been some time since I had some mind-blowing sex and Dimitri certainly was giving me that mind blowing factor.

I tried to say something, but the words weren't forming in my mouth. Dirty talk was something that I was normally good at – hell, I thrived off the dirty talk, and I didn't really know what to make of the fact that I could barely speak. It was nerve racking and incredibly thrilling at the same time. He continued to push himself further into me, and I could feel myself tightening around him.

"I swear to God, if you pull out this time, I will fucking kill you," I said with a completely serious tone. Dimitri chuckled as his lips pressed against mine, which only added to my sensitive sensation. I was so close, so incredibly close… He gave one last thrust, and I was gone. I was completely gone to the world and my walls came crashing down.

"Sweet baby Jesus," I stated as he picked up his pace before stopping, his face filled with pleasure. His lips were still pressed against mine and I felt the smile on them. His hands slid up to my stomach as he pulled out of me. A frown fell on my lips as he pulled out, and he snorted.

"What? Do you think I'm done with you? Oh no. No, I've got eight months of built up sexual frustration with you, Roza. No, this is only the beginning over a very long night," He teased.

By the end of that night, every single square inch of that house had been christened by us.

Mmmmm.

I think next will either be part two to the Christian/Jill trilogy (oh snap trolol) or some Adrian and Jill action. I've become obsessed with the song 'Finding Myself' by Smile Empty Soul (omg go listen to it now) and I find it very fitting for Adrian in DYHK. Poor, poor, baby~

Review. Or, um, you'll find a spider crawling over you in your bathroom. (Trolol, this happened to me a little bit ago. It's why I am wide awake. ):