It took me so much time to finish this up, but finaly I've done it. Though it is not beta-ed, so please note that all mistakes are solely mine!

Anyways, I'm going on a trip to Australia now - enjoy! ;)

CHAPTER 6

Rose's POV

The day promised to get hot and humid in its first morning hours already. The hot air glimmered, distorting the nice landscape. Running my hands over my already sweaty face, I pushed back the hat I had been wearing. This day would be filled with work but this was something I was used to. Cleaning out the stalls and the stables was a work I liked to do as it gave me the opportunity to let my mind wander.

Taking a sip from my already half empty water bottle, I strolled towards the stables where I heard the horses pawing with their hooves in the hay in expectation of fresh cold water and cleaned stalls.

But as I saw the slightly ajar door of the old stable which was empty except for the hay stock, the curiosity got the best of me, and I headed there. It was not common for the door to be open, as there was a much bigger gate closer to the stalls on the other side to get out all the hay for the boxes. This door wasn't supposed to be open at all.

Curious, I slowly walked to the door and pushed it open. Luckily the hangings were oiled perfectly, so I wouldn't reveal my arrival to any intruders there might be. Feeling my heart rate accelerating, I slowly put one foot in front of the other and carefully peered into the darkness. But who the intruder was in reality, I would have never guessed.

There he stood in all his 6-foot-7-glory, his hair up in a ponytail while few strands hang loose and framed his beautiful face. His broad shoulders were muscled, covered in sweat and – take a deep breath, Rose – not clothed! A low cut jeans hang dangerously low on his hips, barely concealing what was underneath. His eyes burned with desire as Dimitri turned his head; he obviously had been expecting me.

"Hey beautiful!", his voice was deep as sin and his Russian accent was more pronounced than ever. He flashed a flirty grin in my direction before returning to turn the hay in order to prevent it from molding. It was a spectacular view to watch his muscles move whenever he moved the hay-fork.

I felt the heat in the stable rising by several degrees. Or was it just my own body heat that was reacting to the sight before me? Not that I could really be mad at my hormones, which obviously liked the almost-naked, deliciously sweating Dimitri. A lot.

Every movement he made went directly to my womanly core, flooding it with heat and want. But who could honestly blame me for enjoying the few?

Acting as if this whole situation wasn't casing havoc inside of me, I strolled closer to the man in front of me. "Hey,", I said, giving him a flirtatious smile. "What are you doing here in the old stable?"

Again he stopped in his movements and turned around to face me, leaning on the wooden stick of the hay fork casually. "Honestly? I was waiting for you."

And there was this totally sexy voice which sent shivers down my spine again and I wanted to jump him right here and now. But I held myself back – barely. Wasn't it forbidden to be so good-looking and sexy at the same time? I thought I've read something about it in the "How to not be good-looking, smart and sexy at the same time in order to keep Rose's hormones in check". I guess I'll have to look that up again and pass him some clues … or just the whole freakin' copy!

But now back to the cause of my problem. "Why where you waiting for me?", I asked him curiously. But why the he…heck, did my voice sound so flirty and lusty? When Dimitri turned his full attention to me, I saw the sexual hunger burn in his eyes. He obviously was affected by the sexual tension between as just as much as I.

His eyes leisurely travelled over my body, taking in every small detail: my tousled hair, the slightly parted lips begging to be kissed thoroughly, my rather large chest and the slender waist which was topped by long, slender legs. I saw the approval in his eyes and let me tell you – this was a huge turn-on!

"I have been waiting to do this," he whispered, his Russian accent even more pronounced than usually, and bent down close to my face. While his hand wrapped around my neck possessively, locking me into place, his lips claimed mine in a hungry kiss. A deep moan escaped while my mouth responded to the onslaught of his lips, returning it just as heatedly.

The last coherent thought on my mind was just how long I had longed for this kiss and that I had lost my usual strength and witty comebacks in order to push him away. Over the past months the need in me had risen equally to the sexual tension that would spark the air whenever and wherever we meet.

I wanted this man badly, simply as that.

Wrapping my arms around his strong shoulders, I pulled his body closer to mine. Forgotten were the heat and the humid air. All that really mattered was this. Us. Now.

With each touch of our lips and tongues, I felt the pressure in my womanly core rising until it was almost unbearable. The need to let off the steam became more prominent and I realized, that I was indeed pressing my wet pussy, still hidden behind the fabric of my jeans, against his groin. Judging from the bulge in his front, the hunger had taken the best of Dimitri too. The closer I got to this wonderful body, the more his personal smell wracked havoc inside of me. It was masculine, with a small slice of mosque and yet it smelled like … well, like Dimitri would be the best to describe it.

Oh how I wanted to fill this man deep inside me now!

As if on cue, Dimitri quickly pushed me towards the nearest hay bale without ever breaking the kiss. Before I could let myself fall down, he quickly pulled off my shirt and laid it on top to safe my skin from scratches. How thoughtful he was even in the midst of such passion!

As the level of raw sexual hunger was beyond any thinking, I popped open the top button on his jeans, opened the zipper and pulled the bothersome fabric down those glorious, muscled legs. His huge erection sprang free and I felt the saliva already pooling in my mouth. I wanted to feel him with my tongue and taste this unique scent of him.

But before I could go down on my knees, a deep groan came from his throat. "No, not this time. I want – no, need – to be inside of you now, Roza," he muttered, gently pushing my jeans out of my way and my body down onto the bale.

Quickly he crawled up my body and soon I felt his heated skin touching mine. Our breathing had become labored while my insides were burning with desire. But Dimitri just stilled and saw into my eyes. I found myself staring back mesmerized with these chocolate brown pools showing off so many emotions. I had never really taken the time to see Dimitri as the person he was and I found myself stuck in this wow effect of truly seeing Dimitri for the first time.

How comes that every time I had looked at him I had never really seen just how truly beautiful and handsome he was? Why had I been so fixed on a picture of a man which I had painted on my own but had missed to use the right colors?

"You're beautiful," I whispered before I could realize what exactly I had said to him. Usually men would like to hear that they are handsome, sexy, muscular … well, you get the picture. But which type of men would like to be called beautiful? Honestly Rose, get a grip!

But it was difficult with this lean muscled body wrapped around my own, pressure bubbling up in all the right places and his warm breath whispering over my heated skin. His lips were grazing mine, gently pushing so I would open up to let his tongue wonder my mouth.

Groaning deeply, Dimitri's tongue plunged deeper while his hips pressed into mine, letting me know just how aroused he was. His erection pressed into my mound, letting the wetness flow even more now. I felt it coating my center as well as my tights. Without consent thought my hips bucked up to meet his movements though we weren't connected in any way. Yet.

Suddenly his hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them up over my head, effectively locking them there in one of his large hands. The other was travelling down my sides. Up and down in a leisurely motion which brought me closer to the brink each time. There was something deliciously sexy about being held by this man, my body stretched out for him to watch and touch as he pleases and I couldn't do anything than enjoy whatever he would o to me. This hadn't anything to do with being helpless but everything with being forced to enjoy the touch of your lover.

As his free hand roamed freely over my body, I couldn't help but writhe beneath him to cause more friction. I was beyond clear thinking now and Dimitri knew that. I wanted to tumble over the edge so desperately that I would use everything that would cause the friction I needed. My breath was labored and I felt a sheen cover of sweat on my heated skin.

"Sh," the deep voice of my lover invaded my foggy brain, his deep accent causing me to moan my desperation out loud. I didn't want to be stilled by him; I wanted to come so badly. "I cannot let you come yet, Roza. I want to fall with you together, catching you afterwards."

How did he always find the right words to say even in the spur of such a moment, was beyond me. Not that I was able to comprehend much right now, that is.

And then he did it. While his hand punched my erect nipple, he swiftly entered my pussy, making us both groan out loudly. The friction his entering caused inside of me was enough to bring me to the brink but he halted in his movements until the fog in my brain cleared up a little. "Look at me Roza," he whispered, his big cock stretching my channel deliciously while his hand was still holding mine captive.

I hadn't realized that I indeed had closed my eyes and when I now looked up at him, I saw emotions swirling through him. There was affection and lust, but desire was the most prominent one. Sweat baded his forehead and I felt his chest heaving with breaths.

After a few moments of gazing at each other, Dimitri bent his head down, halting when only mere inches would keep our lips from meeting in a heated kiss again. "I want to see you come, Roza. I want to see your face when we fall over the edge together so I will not allow you to come before I'm ready, understood?"

WHAT? He was not really expecting a clever answer for this question … no, demand would be more suitable. But right now I couldn't care less about anything he would say to me so I only nodded my head shortly. And I was rewarded with a trust of his hips, making me scream out in pleasure.

And then he started to trust in and out of me, slowly at first but soon his trust would become faster and deeper. Soon I found myself at the very edge again when suddenly he stopped.

Not once had we broken our eye contact and I knew that Dimitri had seen just how close I was to orgasm. "Please," I panted, begging him to bring me over the edge. If it wouldn't be for the situation we were in now, I would have cut off my tongue before asking him for any favor, but I didn't care right now. "Please."

Still he held his hips still though I tried to move mine to get the needed friction which would bring me fulfillment. He would have none of that and I saw it in his eyes that whether I would get my orgasm or not, would be up to him. Oh the turn-on this knowledge was!

"Please what?" he asked, his voice husky with need. "What do you want, Roza?"

In my right state of mind I would never have said what I would say next, but this situation got the better of me and so I breathed "I want to come, Dimitri."

A sexy smirk was all I got before his hips trusted inside me again, this time he had angled towards my g-spot and the friction was … deliciously and only few trusts were need to let us see sparks behind our eyes. As my body was contorting in pleasure and being out together again, I felt my muscles clamp down on his long shaft, milking him of his seed. Never had I felt something so intimidate and I knew that I wanted to feel it again.

Together with Dimitri, the man I had deeply fallen in love with.

~VA~

I woke up with a pounding heart and an even more prominent pounding between my legs. I didn't need to feel for it, as I knew my center would be drenched in wet heat.

Groaning out loud, I covered my face with my hands. Damn this Dimitri guy for bringing me into this ridiculous situation. Come on, having wet dreams about a guy one loathes? Oh boy, what was I getting myself into?

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Lilian85