Understandably, he was rough with her. The man was was the picture of self-control, but she'd spent every waking moment trying to break him. Yes, Rose Hathaway was the picture of something else entirely.
The tension built by his control was apparent in every part of him she touched, his corded muscles and trembling, locked limbs.
So yes, while he had kissed and licked and stroked between her legs countless times in preparation, she was so deliciously stretched, so filled. She felt like there wasn't room in her being for anything else but his sex.
He was so good inside her, the wait wasn't even close to worth it because it was so perfect and everything else felt like wasted time.
As she came it feels like her muscles were uncoiling from her bones and...
And the whole thing went to shit when the car went over a bump and woke her up.
"Shit," she blurted out and jerked upright, her mouth dried up and phantom pleasure roiling between her thighs.
God damn it. She was so desperate she was having sex dreams about him. her face screwed up in frustration and a bit of embarrassment.
Dimitri glanced at her, slightly surprised, and turned down the soft country music that he had been listening to.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. just. Weird dream."
He nodded, not lifting his eyes from the stretch of road in front of him. Which was odd, because it was Montana, and the roads all looked the same, and they weren't going to run into anything for miles.
"What about?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Oh just…"
Ruining you sexually
"You know, the training." she finished, resting her head back in the seat, and propping her feet on the dashboard.
"Ah." he switched off the music, a strange move because it seemed to her the conversation was over.
"Sparring and defensive blocks and the like." she added lamely.
He smirked. A sort of caught-in-a-trap smirk that stopped her heat cold.
"You were moaning in your sleep."
"That's because you were fucking me." Her voice was jagged.
His foot on the gas pedal pressed down just a little too hard and both of their bodies jerked at his accidental acceleration. He righted the pace of the car quickly, glancing from the road to her guardedly, picking out his next words.
"You are borderline obsessive."
"I'm horny, don't make this a big thing." Rose hated how sulky she sounded, crossing her arms defensively over her chest.
"You act like I don't ever touch you."
"It's not enough." Rose couldn't exactly articulate it but what they had, she just needed to be closer.
He sighed, shifting his left hand to the top of the steering wheel and lifting his right the rest on her thigh.
"Now you're just being greedy."
"Maybe you've just spoiled me."
"Why this undying need? It's as if I haven't been trying to sate you at all."
She chewed her lower lip and wiggled her hips to meet his hand, further proving his point that he was doing his best and she was just insatiable.
He responded with a firm press of his fingers over her jeans that had her hip bucking instinctively.
"Fuck," She whispered.
He chuckled, popping the button at the top of her waistband open, fiddling with the zip with his eyes still on the road. her heels dug into the dashboard when his fingers began to slip into her underwear. A quick glance told him they were black lace, expensive looking.
"You really didn't pack for a moment's worth of training this weekend, did you?"
"Hmm," her head rolled back because he touched her in spite of his comments, "not the kind of training I think you're talking about…"
His middle finger toyed with her clit, her jeans not allowing much teasing. They weren't in a dorm or a bathroom or anywhere where they could be caught, so her breathing and unconscious little noises were absolutely shameless. Encapsulated in a moving car with her, it felt like they were the only two people in the world, especially with the empty forest drive.
When she was especially arched and begging, a cruel smile crossed his face, one that she didn't notice because of her tightly closed eyes. His foot slammed on the gas, the acceleration shoving her back in her seat. the few seconds of weightlessness before the car eased back to normal speed left her completely helpless under his hand, and the sensation made her nearly lose her mind with lust for him.
Her orgasm was quick and efficient, there was a lot they had to look forward to that weekend so he didn't want her spent by the end of the drive there. Still, it seemed to knock something out of her.
"Dimitri," she whimpered, biting her lower lip. Somehow he'd seen every inch of her body, touched and licked and kissed it, and yet now she was vulnerable, fully clothed and ignoring the fingers inside her.
"Yes Roza?" he growled softly.
"You know this isn't just sexual gratification anymore, right?"
His finger stilled inside her. The car seemed to swing as he pulled over on the side of the road.
The car was still lurching to a stop when his lips were on hers, frantically plundering her mouth.
She fought to keep up with the pace of his kiss, gripping the hair at the base of his skull to prevent being overpowered.
"I know," his voice was gravel and lust.
It was hard to get his attention after that, but for the rest of the ride was spent in silence, with his eyes on the road and her hand held tightly in his.