A/N: WARNING:: THIS CH. IS RATED MA (mature adult). THIS IS THE DIMOSE SEX SCENE AND AS I SAID BEFORE, THIS SCENE WILL BE VERY, VERY GRAPHIC—BORDERING QUITE DANGEROUSLY ON PORN, EVEN. DO. NOT. READ. IT. IF. THAT. BOTHERS. YOU! I'm sorry, but I am a HUGE Dimose shipper—obviously—and being that it's a YA series, we don't get a lot of detail in our sex scenes. I have no such restraint, however, and I want to express myself and my lack of Dimose sexual frustrations freely. So, BE AWARE that this is a VERY HARD-CORE ch.
Also…embarrassing as this to admit, I have never even kissed a guy—much less had sex—so if there are any inconsistencies, I apologize. This is just MY opinion and what I would do to Dimitri Belikov, were I given the chance. Haha Enjoy, guys. (And keep a bucket of cold water nearby.)
"Roza." The name was on Dimitri's lips—a low, guttural sound in the back of his throat—long before he could find it within himself to stop this from happening. I could sense the reluctance in him—the warring of emotions within him, morality and desire fighting against one another.
It was at that point that I realized I needed to do something drastic to tip the scales in my direction, something to make him give in and forget whatever worries and concerns were plaguing him right now.
So I went for it. Exercising no caution or hesitation whatsoever, my hands fumbled to rip his pants open. The button popped open and, with trembling hands, I tugged down the zipper.
His eyes jerked open in surprise and he broke the kiss, clearly not expecting me to be so bold. He gave me what was meant to be a questioning look, but only had a second before I took his face fiercely in my hands and brought my lips to his again.
It took no more than that to earn a response from him, his lips answering mine as diligently as they had before. Those worries soon fell away—the world soon fell away—as our kissing steadily increased. The kissing soon became so intense that I had to grip his arms tightly in order to support my own body weight. I grew weak in the knees and, fearing that I'd be collapsing in his arms any minute now, I did the only I could do. Breaking the kiss, I raced my hands down his chest and looped my fingers through his belt loops…while I sank to my knees before him.
"Rose," Dimitri gasped out, his chest heaving with how labored his breathing was. "What are you—?"
"Shut up!" I immediately ordered.
And, with that command, I fought to remove his pants. Slowly but surely, I pulled them down his legs, past his knees…finally letting them fall free into a heap by his ankles. Flicking my eyes up to meet his, I allowed a small smirk to escape as I lifted one of his legs and assisted him in the complete removal of his pants.
Once I had the pants and boxers removed, I looked up at him with a knowing glint in my eyes to relay the message of what I was about to do here just in case he missed the memo in his state of delirium.
"Rose," he said, a tremulous note to his voice. "Rose, please don't. Rose, please I am begging you to not—oh, God…" There was a note of surrender underlined with desire in his voice that I couldn't help but notice and appreciate. "…oh, God…slageet minya, Roza…" was the last thing he said, his voice cracking on the words as he watched what I did with utter fascination…
And, that was all it took for me to do the deed.
Paying him no mind whatsoever, I grabbed a hold of his hips to pin him in place against the wall as I leaned forward and went to take him into my mouth. Deciding to tease him a bit first, I stopped halfway through it, my mouth hovering directly above his already throbbing erection. His hand soon tangled in my hair and began directing my head towards it, trying to force me to take him in…but I wouldn't do it. Not yet.
Instead, my tongue darted out and rolled across the head—just barely brushing it, applying hardly any pressure at all at first. I wanted to just tease him and get him all worked up without actually giving him the satisfaction. I could soon taste the first salty drops that had managed to escape, but he did well to keep his arousal under control. Go figure. Like I could really expect anything else from the poster boy of control.
Hmm. Maybe I should.
My hot, desperate gasps of air flowed onto his cock, my parted trembling lips lightly pressing against his flesh. My lips were so close to his skin that I was pretty sure he could actually feel it as my lips tugged up into a smirk against his skin. I shifted myself so that the inside of my lower lip now caressed the underside of his cock. My tongue began dragging in one swift motion along the length of his shaft—repeating the motion again and again—until there was not one inch of his skin that was not glistening with the combination of my saliva and his pre-come.
His cock was now throbbing violently with the force of the incoming orgasm. I could feel it burning within him; surging its way through him, on the verge of breaking its way through the surface. God, it was only a matter of seconds—if that—before it happened.
And that was all it took. Knowing I had very little, if any, time left, I went for it. There's no need putting off the inevitable—at least this was a good inevitable that could be put off no longer. Wrapping my lips gently around the tip, I wound my tongue around the shaft and tugged it into my mouth—pulling him in as far as he would go until he was practically pressed against the back of my throat. I began sucking urgently on him, grazing him gently with my teeth, while my tongue and lips working in the most perfect of synchronization with one another to achieve the best effect possible on him.
The orgasm exploded the second he entered my mouth, ripping its way through his body. His cock was now throbbing so hard that I could feel the vibrations of it in my mouth. The hot liquid was soon gushing out onto my tongue. I gathered whatever I could of it with my tongue, as most of it raced to the back of my throat and I swallowed hard to keep from choking on it.
As the orgasm tore through him, he actually began shaking—shaking so hard in fact, that I could feel his body quaking against mine. His body would spasm hard against mine, my hands on his hips seeming to be the only things keeping him upright. His knees eventually buckled—weakened from the toll that had taken on him—and he fell back against the wall, unable to support his own weight any longer.
"Roza," he cried out, as he alternated between throwing his head back against the wall and lurching forward to bury his face in my hair, using the scent of my hair as a distraction to try to recover from the intensity of the orgasm.
He let out another soft cry before throwing himself back against the wall again, his back arching and his body involuntarily shifting to force me to keep drinking him down. Not that I really needed any outside reinforcements, but still...
I could feel his eyes on me, the wonder and fascination radiating off of him as he watched me. My cheeks would blow in and out and in and out with how hard I was sucking him. Involuntary whimpers and sighs and moans would escape my lips and something told me he enjoyed that almost as much as he enjoyed the actual BJ, itself.
Even if countless girls had gone down on him before, I was pretty sure that it had never before been quite like this. Not once. No way could it ever have been this amazing. Just something in the way he held me and begged me for more and cried out my name...it was just so different…so full of meaning. Not that life really held much meaning when you had some hot chick sucking on your dick all hard-fucking-core, I'm sure, but nonetheless. It did now…for whatever reason.
"Roza…" he called out again, but I didn't stop. Not for anything. I drank him down until there was nothing left inside him, sucking him raw practically. In fact, when I finally did release him and pull away, he grimaced slightly with the brief pain he felt and I felt pretty damn sure that he would probably have himself a pretty hard-core bruise there later. Oops. My bad.
Rising to my feet, I kept my hands firm on his hips as I leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. Without hesitation, he returned it, but he was a lot weaker than he had been before so it wasn't as eager and urgent as he had intended it to be.
"God, Roza…" he choked out, his words coming out muffled by my lips on his. "…what are you doing to me? You can't—you're gonna kill me—" he cut himself off abruptly, not even knowing what it was he wanted to say here.
I chuckled once softly in response before reaching down, not even giving him a chance to fully recover from the blow job I had just given him. Without any warning whatsoever, I gently wrapped my hand around his cock, which was rapidly becoming hard again. Damn. I had forgotten just how excellent of stamina that man had going for him.
Once I knew he could handle it without spontaneously combusting or something, I began softly stroking him, giving him one long, tantalizing stroke. Followed by another. And, another. And, another. I increased the pressure and speed of each stroke and moved on to squeeze and massage it.
He was too delirious with his ecstasy to actually call me on it or to try to stop me. No, he just stood there and allowed me to keep doing this, seemingly incapable to find the will to stop me. I kept my eyes on him as I did this, watching his every reaction—and feeling them against the palm of my hand, of course. It was pretty intense—really intense—how hard-core he got into it and how affected by it he was. I was sure to be careful—to do just enough to make for some interesting foreplay, but not enough to actually make him anything else happen quite yet, considering the ordeal I had just put him through.
No longer able to take it, I grabbed onto his shoulders and used that as leverage to hoist myself up so that I could hook my legs around his waist. He dutifully slid his arms underneath my legs to support most of my weight with his forearms and to be sure I was secure on his waist.
I never did stop giving him the hand job, my hand working steadily against him to help his erection move right along. To make matters worse, (or better, depending on how you looked at it) I eventually brought one arm up and wound it tightly around his neck, using that leverage to bring myself up and slam myself back down onto his waist, my hips bucking hard against his. I repeated this movement over and over again, and his hips started snapping up just as hard to meet mine until we found the perfect rhythm.
And, on and on it went. Our bodies collided hard against one another's—yet the harder one body would slam against the other, the harder the other one felt obligated to work to live up to the new standard.
It wasn't long before it was finally became too much for him to handle so he did the only thing he could think of: he found a distraction. Making sure I was secured on his waist and there was no way I could fall off him, he pressed me tighter against him and jerked us around so he could now slam me against the wall.
And, before I knew what was happening, he had wrenched my legs even further apart and stepped in between them. Then, taking advantage of the fact that I was wearing nothing except for the t-shirt he had loaned me, he wasted no time in driving his hand in between my legs. He also managed to waste no time in continuing to press eager, hard, bruising kisses to my lips all the while. Dear God, was that boy talented.
Hooking one of his arms underneath leg, his forearm stretched across the length of my thigh, pinning my leg in place against his waist. Desperate to have every inch of my skin pressing against his, he tugged my leg up around his waist, winding my calf around his back. Digging his nails passionately into my hip, he began alternating between pulling it away and slamming it back down onto his hip to increase the pleasure and intensity of it all.
I could feel his body rocking against mine between my legs, the slick skin of his waist and hips gliding effortlessly across that of my leg, my stomach…up to where my breasts where completely pressed against his chest. That movement between us caused the movement and pressure of them to increase against his chest, as the animalistic passion for one another consumed us entirely.
Suddenly, eager to taunt me as I had him, he draped my other leg over his shoulder while he continued to slam the one he was holding down onto his hip. Again and again and again. And, one of his hands shoved my shirt up so to just past my hips so that most of me was still obscured, though enough of me was exposed for him to tease and taunt me.
His fingers lightly stroked the warm, bare skin exposed to him between my legs. He stifled a gasp at the feel of it, pressing his fingertips even harder against the skin. He dipped two fingers down even lower, exploring everything I had to offer with nothing more than those two fingers.
He hesitantly brought his fingers down to slowly part my lips, spreading them as wide as he could and stroking me even harder and faster now, applying more pressure than before. He rubbed and he rubbed and he rubbed until I finally gave a small gasp and shifted myself against him so that I could feel the best parts of it in all the right places.
His fingers finally made their way over to my clit and he pinched it between his thumb and index finger. He gently squeezed it and stroked it and rubbed it, rubbing it between his two fingers for a long time, increasing the pressure more and more and more, loving the reactions this got out of me.
He stroked me again and again, switching back and forth between the actual clit and just stroking the skin in between my lips. Then, getting even more ambitious, he went for it. His fingers moved down to circle around my entrance a couple of times, waiting until I actually cried out, "God, do it!" before giving me the satisfaction.
He slid his fingers into my entrance with such ease, considering how wet I already was for him. He took great care not to hurt me. Considering everything I had been through, he wasn't sure how much I could handle right now. When he realized that I was perfectly fine, my gasps and moans and sighs did well to urge him on. His fingers slid into me all the way—and he was soon thrusting them in and out of me. In and out, in and out, in and out…
His fingers began twisting around inside me, moving every which way, his finger curling up and then opening again. He explored how I felt inside, stroking my inner walls, circling them perfectly and making sure to touch every last inch of me. He seemed so focused on the task at hand, it seemed as if he was quite intent on memorizing the exact feel of me. The very make up of me. Every single inch of me, he wanted to know by heart.
Before I could actually reach my climax, though, he pulled his fingers out of me, giving me a knowing smirk when I weakly tried—and failed—to protest it. It wasn't until then that he had finally—completely—broken the kiss.
"What—?" I mumbled. "But I don't—you can't—that's not—"
I shut up when I realized why he had pulled out. Ensuring I was stabilized enough against the wall, he brought his arms around and gathered the now ruined fabric of the t-shirt in his hands and tugged it up and over my head before discarding it on the floor.
My breasts were immediately exposed to him since I wasn't able to put on a bra during our little spat. Not that I was complaining about that now—in fact, that played into this plan quite nicely. Now the really good parts started.
Or so I thought until I saw the look on his face. As hungry and turned-on as his expression still was, there was something else there that I had assumed was long gone. Admiration. Affection. Love. Love for me. A very different type of love—one that he had convinced me he was incapable of. But now I saw—looking into his eyes, I could see as he stared at me, as he drank in the sight of me and everything I had to offer him…I could see that love. I could see that it was in no way dead. That it could never die. That it truly was still there in him and that I had somehow reawakened it within him.
Further confirmation to my stunning realization, he suddenly brought his lips down to mine—softly, gently…sweetly, even. As opposed to the area I'd automatically assumed he'd aim for. Hell, it was the area I know I would've aimed for if I was him.
Surprising me even more, he slid his arms around my back so that he could clutch me even closer to him. But again, the way he went about it was surprisingly gentle and tender. His fingertips were feather light as they brushed across the skin of my back, tracing slowly up my spine and then back down my shoulder blades and back up again.
I have no idea how long we were there, just holding each other and kissing like that, but it finally got to the point to where I couldn't take it anymore. I finally brought my hands up—releasing him and breaking the kiss very much against his will—but, he shut up when he saw my intentions.
And with no further warning, I lurched out, eager to taste some of the warm, soft skin of his chest. Oh, God…God, the taste of his skin on my lips was just so beyond amazing. Everything about him—his taste, his scent, how he felt—all of it was just so unbelievably overwhelming. I wasn't too sure if I could actually handle this—I felt like I was on the verge of exploding, myself.
Once I had tasted every inch of his skin—of his chest, his stomach, his throat—his hand moved between my legs again. His fingers slowly made their way back inside me, thrusting into me once more…and, that was when it happened…
He lunged forward and buried his lips in my breasts, not even bothering to take his time or be courteous about it. He just went for it. He captured my nipple between his lips and teeth and began sucking hard on it until it turned red from the pressure. But, God, did I so not care.
How could I really give a crap when he still had the one hand between my legs—teasing and taunting me—and his other hand was now cradling my free breast and massaging it? Not to mention, to top it all off, his tongue was circling around my nipple before flicking across it once, twice, and a third time. Then, his tongue began dragging along the skin of my breast, a scorching trail of fire following closely behind it on my flesh. My skin inevitably burned at his touch, knowing no other reaction.
"Roza," he breathed against the skin of my breasts, turning his head to rest the side of his head against it. My fingers now tangled in his sweat-dampened hair and I increased the pressure of his head against my breasts.
We stayed in that position for a long moment, just holding one another and recovering from the ordeals we had just put each other through. He held onto me, his arms embracing me like I was the world's most precious treasure. Finally, he shifted so his eyes could meet mine and something shifted in his features. Something intense. Something that I couldn't quite identify.
Realization flashed in his eyes and he shook his head slightly before offering me a small smile. "I do love you, Roza. You know that." It was a statement, not a question. He knew full and well that I knew he did. He couldn't deny it now—not anymore.
Before I could even open my mouth to answer him, he shifted me against the wall, adjusting me into the ideal position to make what he about to do all the easier. He slammed himself into me, earning a cry of approval from me.
Grimacing slightly, I pressed myself even closer to him. I let out a small gasp of pain at the feel of him squirming his way deeper inside of me, the feel of his erection throbbing against my inner walls as his body rocked hard against mine.
Noticing the brief pain he knew I felt, he raised his head so his eyes met mine and he chuckled once before saying breathlessly. "Sorry…" he trailed off unable to continue.
I shook my head and held up a trembling hand to stop him. "No…it's not…God, Dimitri, I don't…oh, God…"
He smirked slightly at my inability to talk before bringing his hand up to smooth down my hair, keeping his eyes on me. "What is it?"
My eyes locked on his with my next words, spoken with utmost certainty and desperation. "I need you inside of me," I gasped out, my voice so desperate it almost sounded as if I was in pain from merely speaking them. Which, to be honest, I kind of was. "Now. God, now, I need to feel you—all of you—inside me."
He chuckled again at my bluntness, not expecting it in this type of situation, before saying, with a shrug. "Suppose I could do that."
Keeping his hand on my face, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips as he thrust himself even harder into me. "Rose?" he whispered, as he began pressing soft kisses to my forehead, trailing them along my hairline until he finally reached my ear. "Rose, can you hear me?"
"Mm…" was all I could respond at the moment.
He heard my grunt of approval, telling him that he was there. It was mere seconds before I reached my own orgasm. Smiling against my ear, he whispered again, "Rose…I love you. Do you hear me; I love you." He continued moving himself against me, our hips once again bucking with one another's as we rode it out together. "Rose?"
I managed a small whimper, which he took as an answer. Smirking again, he whispered, "Roza, you feel that? Hmm, inside of you; you feel it?"
"Mm-hmm…" I gasped out, growing quite frustrated with the game of 20 questions…right up until the orgasm exploded within me, anyway. The orgasm ripped its way through my body, causing me to shake so violently, I was practically on the verge of convulsions from it. And…that was it.
"You feel it, don't you? Say it, say you feel it," he ordered.
"I do, I feel it…" He was lucky to get even that much out of me, all things considered.
"Mm…" he muttered in agreement. "Well, that right there, what you are feeling…that orgasm…that is what I feel every minute I am with you. Every…minute. Every time, it never fails. That, Roza, is what you do to me. That is why I love you."
Using the wall as leverage, I maneuvered myself so that my hair was spilling over my left shoulder, several of the strands brushing across his chest as I tightened my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his. Urged on by that, Dimitri drove himself deeper into me, his body rocking even harder against mine. By this point, there was no space whatsoever between our bodies. His thrusts grew longer and deeper, his body rocking so hard against mine that the press of his body weight against mine was pushing me even further up the wall.
Much too quickly, he broke the kiss—his lips still hovering above mine, but not quite touching them anymore. A smirk played on his lips as I gave a small grimace of frustration. "What—? I don't—what are you—?" I began, stammering my way incoherently through my words, struggling to make sense of anything at all. "Dimitri," I cried out, my head lolling weakly—deliriously—from side-to-side in my ecstasy.
"Shh…" he whispered, cupping my face in the palm of his hand both out of affection and to support it so that I wouldn't wind up collapsing or something with how weak I was. "Don't try to talk." His voice sounded quite hoarse so he cleared his throat before speaking again. "Just look at me. Can you do that for me? Roza?"
Forcing my eyes to remain open, I locked my eyes on his, suddenly unable to look away. As hard as it was to keep my eyes open, the sight of him—the sight of him gazing upon me with such love—was too much to look away from. I couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter how badly my eyelids wanted to close. My noble efforts earned a small smile from Dimitri.
"There she is," he muttered softly, with a slight chuckle.
How he managed to be somewhat sweet while being turned-on was beyond me. The man was actually having sex, about to reach his orgasm—his second orgasm mere seconds from exploding within him, if that—and he was still managing to be quite affectionate with me.
"Dimitri," I breathed, my mouth finding it quite difficult to actually form the word. "God…" I trailed off after that, having nothing more to say.
"Are you with me?" I nodded weakly. "I am so sorry. For everything," he continued. "You have no idea how—I'm sorry."
And he left it at that, instead bringing his head down and eagerly burying his lips in my breasts again. Ah, the sentiment I much preferred to words. His lips parted and he began taking my breast into his mouth, swallowing me whole. His teeth lightly grazed my hardened nipple, and his lips wrapped around the tip of it, his tongue dragging along the skin around it. He bit down gently on my nipple, until I urged him on. "Harder," I cried out. "Please, God, harder."
Apparently not quite sure which one I was referring to, he went ahead and did both—sinking his teeth even deeper into the soft, warm flesh of my breasts and slamming himself harder into me, making me cry out again in approval.
His erection was now so big and oh, so tight—burning so hot within me, searing its way through me. The feel of his skin gliding against mine, his hands, his lips caressing my flesh…all of it was like dousing a raging fire with gasoline.
And, him…oh, God…
As if on cue, we both reached our climaxes, both of us clinging to one another and shuddering violently as the shared orgasm tore through our bodies. Burying his face in my shoulder, he bit down hard on my skin to stifle his scream.
Grimacing slightly, I threw my head back against the wall and arched my back, pressing myself further against him, searching desperately for any way to be closer to him. My cries continued all the way throughout my orgasm, growing and growing until they practically bordered on screams.
"Dimitri…" I finally managed to call out. "Oh, God…you—I—"
"I know," he practically growled into the skin of my shoulder, with his struggle to breathe. He wanted to say something else, but there was nothing more to say. Not really, not now.
Our orgasms completely overtook us, and we held onto one another as if for dear life as we rode it out together, our bodies writhing and thrashing against each other. The force of our combined orgasms eventually grew to be so overwhelming, coursing its way through us until it finally exploded, actually gushing out of me and spilling out around him. The burning hot liquid began pouring down the inside of my legs, so intensely that it felt as if it had the power to scald me.
Dimitri's hand tightly gripped the inside of my leg, allowing that liquid to now pour over his hand. He gave my leg a gentle squeeze, earning a whimper from me. Eager to make me whimper again, he began running his hand up my leg—slowly, teasingly.
"Oh, God…" I cried out deliriously, tilting my head back against the wall, my back instinctively arching.
I began rocking hard against him—my hips snapping up to meet his, his returning the favor until we moved together in such perfect synchronization that it was as if we were very literally one body.
Smiling with that realization, Dimitri peeled me off the wall (literally, since my back was slick with sweat). Staggering us back, he kept my body pressed tightly against his own as our lips met, fire exploding between them again. Everywhere, the fire was everywhere. It was in us, it was around us, it was through us. We knew nothing outside that fire…
Both of us chuckling between kisses, he walked—or perhaps the word stumbled would be more accurate—us over to the bed, struggling not to collapse as he did so. God, it was wonder either one of us could stand at all after all we had just put each other through. I began trembling in his arms with my anticipation of what else was to come and that very anticipation seemed to urge him on even more.
Once we reached the bed, he hooked his arms through my legs to be sure he had a good hold on me before tossing me onto the bed, hard enough that I actually bounced back up. I cried out in surprise—and the slightest hint of disappointment—with the realization that he was no longer in me. What the fuck; when the hell did he—
"Dimitri," I gasped out, irritation managing to seep into my voice even through my aroused state. "What the hell do you think you're—"
I couldn't help but stiffen slightly, half-expecting his body to come slamming down on mine in that moment, but to my surprise…it didn't. He didn't. He didn't even move at first. He just stood there, frozen in place as he stared down at me, regarding me with the utmost adoration and love.
The look in his eyes was definitely one that even I had never seen before, one that I couldn't even define accurately with words. It was so much more than just love. It was love, it was remorse, it was…everything. Everything good in the world was made up of that look. There was no good in life, in the universe, without that one look.
"Dimitri?" I repeated. Confusion distorted my features as I looked up at him, trying to figure out what had just happened and why he was just standing there as opposed to getting on with the sex already. "What are you—?"
Without a word, he knelt down beside the bed in between my legs—which were hanging off the side of the bed—and painfully slowly, he eased my legs open. Grabbing hold of one of my calves, he tugged on my leg to straighten it out and ran his hand up the back of it. He did the same to my other leg, again wrapping his hand around my other calf—tugging on my leg until it was perfectly straightened out. His hands worked to wrench my legs open even further until he was able to slide up in between them enough to bring his lips up to mine.
His lips lightly pressed against mine and my head immediately tilted back in my attempt to deepen the kiss, but he wouldn't let me. He maneuvered his head slightly from side-to-side, pressing his lips harder against mine. His breath mingled with mine, but he refused to actually let the kiss go anywhere. It couldn't even be called a kiss—our lips were touching, breath mingling, but it was just that.
It wasn't until he finally heard a small cry of frustration escape my lips that I felt his lips smirk against my skin and he began trailing his parted, trembling lips in a perfect line down the middle of my chest. Slow and tantalizing, his lips brushed lightly against the miles and miles of smooth skin exposed to him. His breath was hot against my skin—coming out in short, desperate gasps—but he refused to do anything more than that quite yet.
Down and down his lips moved, a scorching trail of fire following oh, so closely behind—every inch of my skin feeling as if it would burst into flames any second now. God, it just had to—it was inevitable. Oh, God…
I shifted against him to feel his lips even more against my skin, slightly grimacing in my approval. I whimpered and pressed myself closer to him, calling out his name, right as his lips pressed against the bare skin of my stomach.
My flesh burned white hot against his lips—my body writhing and squirming beneath him, searching oh, so desperately for some way, any way to be even the slightest bit closer to him.
His hands were tightly gripping my waist, pinning me in place against the bed. His tongue darted out, circling my belly button before traveling across the tight, sweat-coated skin of my stomach.
His teeth lightly grazed the skin of the very lowest part of my stomach before his mouth came down hard, biting me between my legs—not hard enough to actually hurt me, just hard enough to spur me on.
And, God, did that spur me on…I have gotta say…as exhilarating and extraordinary as his bites were as a Strigoi, this…this was a million times better. Even without the Strigoi endorphins, this aroused me in a way that all the Strigoi endorphins in the world never could.
"Oh, God, Dimitri…" I cried out, my voice cracking between my words. "Oh, please God, do it."
He pressed the palm of his right hand lightly against my leg, easing my leg open even more until it literally could not go any farther without being pulled out of its socket. He maneuvered himself to make what he was about to do all the easier, still keeping one hand wrapped tightly around my waist. He touched the tip of his tongue lightly to my inner thigh, dragging his tongue along my burning hot flesh—licking off the combination of our remains that were still staining my skin. God, it felt so hot by this point that I felt fairly certain that he would have burn marks on his own skin from mine by the time all was said and done here.
Tightening his arm around my leg until the full weight of it was resting on his forearm, he pressed himself harder against me, as his tongue continued on until there was no more leg left. There was not one inch of my leg that his tongue had not touched by this point and now we both trembled in anticipation as his tongue made its way over to between my legs. He gave my bare skin one swift lick before biting down again. Not as hard as last time, but definitely hard enough to make me cry out in pleasure so intense, it bordered on pain.
Pulling on my other leg and draping it over his shoulder, he pressed hard against the leg he was still holding, slamming it down against the bed to make it all the easier for him to gain access to me. My leg twitched, spasming uncontrollably against the palm of his hand and he actually struggled to keep it locked in place against the bed.
He finally released my waist before bringing his hand up and gently placing his fingertips against the skin of my breasts. Slowly dragging them across my flesh, he trailed them down my miles and miles of bare skin—barely brushing them against my skin as he did so.
Down by my legs, he froze up as his fingers continued running along my skin, almost as if that was the single most important thing in the world to him at the moment. He trailed them down, then back up, then down and back up again. And again and again, doing nothing more though his parted lips were hovering mere centimeters from the skin between my legs.
Finally, tracing the tip of his index finger slowly in a perfect line down the center of my stomach—feather light against my skin, brushing across my belly button—he came to a brief stop once he came to the very lowest part of my stomach. Without hesitation, his finger delicately traced down, reveling at how my skin inevitably flared up at his touch.
Tracing diagonally across my lips, his finger didn't stop until it reached my entrance, which he noticed was still plenty wet from our previous encounters. Smirking slightly, he slid his finger into me—for the briefest of moments—before almost simultaneously pulling it back out.
With an involuntary sound of protest, I allowed him to pull his finger out of me only to have him replace it with his tongue. Oh, dear God, his tongue…
…his tongue repeated the exact same process his fingers had earlier. His fingers kept my lips parted, holding them open as wide as they could possibly go.
His tongue dragged along the skin between my lips, which was so hot by this point that I'm pretty sure it felt like it was scalding the tip of his tongue. He even flinched slightly as if he had actually been burned, but if anything, that very burning spurred him on all the more. His teeth came down hard between my legs—once, twice, and a third time. Moving over only slightly, he bit down on my clit, taking it between his teeth and nibbling gently on it—actually going so far as to twist it experimentally between his teeth.
I let out a small cry of pain—no pleasure, just pain—but when he made to pull away, I slammed his head back onto me and practically yelled, "No! Don't you dare. You keep—you do it—"
Obliging, he went ahead and did what I told him to, alternating between biting, licking, kissing, and sucking on my clit and the rest of the skin between my legs. He eventually allowed his tongue to make its way over to my entrance. His tongue circled my entrance several times—to be sure I was still okay to do this. Yep, wet as I could be.
Urged on by that fact—not like he really needed that urging, there was nothing about me that didn't urge him on, apparently—he slid his tongue inside of me. He began thrusting it into me—again and again and again, taking care not to hurt me, much like he had with his fingers. Not that that care was really necessary, considering how hard I started rocking against him once he was in me.
Winding my arms around his neck as tightly as I could in this position, I clutched him desperately to me, pressing closer to him and rocking so hard against him that it could easily have been mistaken for convulsions. God, the feel of his tongue darting around inside me, the feel of it stroking my inner walls—the feel of my inner walls contracting tighter and tighter around his tongue—came to be way too much for us to bear.
Wave after wave of ecstasy came crashing down upon us until my climax exploded within us, the burning hot liquid searing its way through me and flooding into him, gushing inevitably towards the back of his throat since it had nowhere else to go. Thrusting his tongue even deeper into me until he was practically drowning, he worked to gather every last drop of my orgasm, drinking me down like his life depended on it.
Oh, God…
The speed and intensity of his thrusts grew more and more—greater and greater. He refused to let up for anything—no matter how worn out we became, no matter how much pain he knew I was in right now. Nothing else mattered, outside of this moment. There was nothing else, nothing more—aside from us. There was Dimitri. There was me. And, there was his tongue…thrusting so hard into me, moving around inside me…
That was all there was, all there could be. What, like we really needed anything else? What for? We needed to make up for lost times—we had lost months, months with each other and we couldn't let one second of our time together go to waste. We had to make the most of each one and treat it like the remarkable gift and miracle it truly was…
He waited until I was almost completely dried out before finally removing his tongue, keeping up with his thrusts and everything else up until now. When he finally did pull out, incoherent mumblings were all I could really protest with.
My head turned deliriously from side-to-side and I called out for him repeatedly. It was almost like I wasn't here anymore, like I had temporarily gone away for a moment. I wasn't making any sense at all. I struggled to make just one statement that made sense, just one that expressed what it was I needed to know. But, I couldn't. I cried out again as I looked to him for help.
"Hey," he whispered, with a small smile playing at his lips. He stretched his arm up to place his hand gently against my cheek. "It's all right, I'm here; I'm right here."
I looked to him, slightly puzzled, almost not expecting to see him there. "You're still here," I said, as if realizing it for the first time. Wow, that orgasm had definitely taken its toll on me.
"I'm still here," he confirmed. "I'm always here," he added unnecessarily. "Where else would I be?" he practically laughed the words in his amusement.
"A dream," I suggested, knowing that was an invalid answer. He asked where—not what. I just couldn't think of anything that could qualify as a valid answer right now.
He shrugged, with a slight grimace. "Not a dream," he clarified. "Believe me, I have had lots of dreams of just this, of having sex with you…and nothing ever really compares to the real thing. Not with you."
Smiling, he rose to his feet and—still holding me in his arms—he pulled me the rest of the way onto the bed and laid me gently on my side before coming down beside me, lying on his side so he could face me. "You all right?" he asked, still amused by my reaction.
Nodding, I continued on, "Yeah…hey, why'd you stop?" I gave him a scowl, having recovered and finally realized what had happened.
He smiled again. "Maybe because if we didn't stop, you probably would've collapsed and been unconscious on the floor right about now." He pressed a light kiss to my forehead. "Go on and sleep. It's okay. I'll still be here when you wake up, I promise. And, we'll pick up right where we left off," he assured me.
I scoffed. "Hell with that; we go again," I insisted. "Screw that crap, no way in hell I'm sleeping."
"Rose, we really don't—" he began, but I abruptly cut him off.
I let out a grunt as I threw my weight against him, using the weight of my body to flip him over, before my body came crashing down hard on his. I maneuvered myself so that my long, dark, sweat drenched hair fell over my shoulder, spilling onto his chest and even getting in his face as I brought my lips down to his in a crushing kiss.
"Rose—" he tried again, but this time, it was smothered off by my lips on his. "You're tired," he mumbled against my lips, so it was almost impossible to understand. "You need sleep."
I gave a careless shrug. "Not as much as I need the sex. That takes priority over the sleep."
Now he was the one to let out a whimper. "Oh, God…I can get down with that."
"That you can," I agreed. "And, I can offer some assistance if you need yourself a helping hand there…"
He chuckled. "From you, I always need a helping hand."
"Hmm, just so happens I've got myself a hand to spare," I said, my hand reaching down to grip him tightly, making him cry out in surprise as I began giving him yet another hand job. "And, quite a few other body parts," I informed him as I positioned his already full-on hard cock at my entrance. The tiniest stir from either one of us and he would slide right into me.
My lips were now at his ear. "Just say the word and they're yours," I offered.
"Word," he choked out, his voice strained since he was holding his breath to keep from crying out again.
Smirking, I exhaled shakily—allowing my hot breath to flow into his ear—before whispering, "Word it is."
With that, I assisted him in sliding into me the rest of the way. I clenched his body tightly between my thighs and started to ride him yet again. I shifted my weight against his repeatedly to help him fit in me easier. Bringing my lips to his again, our lips met, practically fused together by this point. He cried out—the sound smothered off by the force of my lips on his—as his arms made their way around me, clutching me even tighter against him and assisting me in moving against him. Oh, God…
On and on, I continued riding him, as if my very life—my very existence—depended on this moment:
At one point, I tugged his nipple between my teeth and bit down on it—keeping my eyes on his face to watch the changes in his expression as I did so. Then, I wrapped my lips around the hardened tip of his nipple and began sucking urgently on it, my teeth scraping across the skin surrounding it and my tongue lapping over it again and again.
I did the same thing to the other side, taking my time in doing so. My hands now traveled up his arms, down the length of his waist, and over to his stomach to keep him pinned down on the bed. My fingertips delicately traced the distinct shape of his six-pack, barely brushing the skin at times, while intensely massaging and squeezing it at others.
I finished up with his chest before somehow managing to bring my lips down to his stomach—not easy to do in this position, but when the guy was that hot, you made any position work!
Doing so made him twist inside me at an awkward, uncomfortable angle, causing me to cry out at the brief pain I felt, but no way in hell would I ever let that stop me. With a quick jolt of my body against his, the problem was immediately fixed and I let out a moan at the feel of him shifting inside me. He continued on, thrusting into me harder and harder as if nothing had happened.
With that, I grabbed hold of his waist, my hands tightly gripping his sides as I held onto him, and I picked up right where I left off. My teeth came down hard on his six-pack, biting down on him so hard that I felt fairly certain I should've drawn blood, but I didn't. Damn, he must've had himself some pretty tough skin.
I went on to give his six-pack the exact treatment I had given his chest, smothering every inch of his flesh with hot, hungry kisses—my lips, teeth, and tongue working harmoniously, rhythmically with one another to do absolutely anything my mouth deemed possible to the skin of his chest and stomach.
Up and up I went. Tasting everything he absolutely had to offer me, reveling in the taste of his skin and our combined sweat on my lips. Up to his throat again. Over to bury my face in his shoulder, reveling in the way the muscles in his shoulder would ripple against my lips at the slightest stir or movement from him. Straightening up, I just sat there on top of him, still straddling his waist as I stared down at him for a long moment.
Finally dragging my body back to his, he stretched me out across the length of his body before bringing his lips to mine. Snaking one arm tightly around my waist until his forearm stretched diagonally across my back, his other hand started at my shoulder and trailed up to twine in my hair.
Keeping his lips fused to mine and my body completely pressed against his, he finally rolled us over so now he was on top. With one maneuver, he flipped us over, managing to somehow stay inside me as he did that—more importantly, keeping up with and actually increasing his thrusts as he did so.
Letting out another sigh at that, knowing that he had done been able to do that without having to take a break, I arched my body even closer to his. My arms wound their way around him, my palms tracing the flawless skin of his back, once again, enjoying the way his muscles would flex and contract against my fingertips or the palms of my hands.
Tightly gripping his back, I continued moving my body hard against his—increasing the pressure and speed of that movement, until I felt myself become tight around him. Again, I could feel it coming, I was on the verge of it. Any second now, I was going to—
…and with that, it happened. I came and I came—just when I thought I was incapable of coming anymore…I came. His thrusts met mine perfectly, his hips bucking hard against mine again and again until his climax was reached, shortly thereafter.
His lips continued moving against mine, now moving at the exact same rhythm that his body moved against mine. Hot, hard, fast, and demanding—he moved against me, harder and harder until I could practically feel the bruises beginning to form on my skin.
Hot, hard, fast, and demanding—he released himself into me.I let out a scream—not a cry, but a full-on: "Oh, my God, someone is killing her in there" scream—at the feel of my orgasm meeting his—the feel of him worming his way further inside me, slithering into me like a parasite. Albeit, a very welcome, very orgasmic parasite that I never wanted to leave. One that I refused to ever let go of.
Tilting my head back to reach my lips to his easier, I continued on, allowing the kiss to deepen, allowing him to drive himself the rest of the way into me. As he kissed me, his hand made its way over one of my breasts. He cradled it in his hand—cupping it in his palm, as he began fondling me—massaging circles into my breast, increasing the speed and pressure as he continued doing so.
His hand continued working against my breast—doing things to me I never deemed possible—rubbing me so raw that my skin was actually red from how hard he had massaged me. It wasn't until he felt me flinch beneath him and heard my sharp intake of breath that he finally stopped and withdrew his hand, realizing now how tender I was.
To compensate for that lacking, he threw himself deeper into the kiss, tracing his tongue along my lower lip and capturing it between his lips and sucking hard on it. I whimpered into his mouth with that, urging him on. So like that, his tongue went on to enter my mouth, exploring it as if it had the most precious of treasures to offer him.
"Oh, God…" I called out, for what had to be, like, the zillionth time tonight, gasping the words into his mouth. No matter what I said or did, nothing would ever be good enough to do him justice. "Dimitri," I practically choked on his name as it left my lips, my voice cracking halfway through it.
He broke the kiss for the briefest of moments to stare at me, giving me a questioning yet affectionate look. "Roza," he acknowledged, since I never did continue on.
Smiling deliriously, my eyes met his before I spoke again. "I love you," I muttered, almost as if realizing it for the first time.
Instead of responding with words, he returned the smile before mumbling a small, incoherent, "Mm…" and bringing his lips down, pressing his lips to the slightly sweaty skin of my throat . "I know you do," he agreed, still not removing his lips from my skin. "And, I love you…" he practically growled the words, as his lips raced down my throat to my heaving, sweaty chest.
I had no doubt that he couldn't help but appreciate the fact that my breasts rose and fell rapidly with my labored breathing, accentuating them in a way that made them all the more obvious. Not that my breasts could ever be not appealing to him, but nonetheless…
Something about the way he was just lying there, gazing down at me as I waited to see what he was going to do—God, it was such a turn-on, but it was more than that. Whatever it was, it was powerful. I couldn't help but feel that same sense of oneness and unity with him (that very connection that had been established long before that first night we had sex). Such a deep and strong connection (aside from the very physical connection we had going on at the moment, of course)—like we were the two key pieces to the most perfect puzzle ever made.
I could not believe just how strong that particular connection was. Now that I felt it, I couldn't remember ever not having it. Not with him. I had tried uselessly to get it through other guys—to take what I could get—but I never could. And, it occurred to me now that this was why. Because none of them were him. They weren't the him.
With that realization, I realized just how much he meant to me—just how much I loved him and how much I needed him in my life—and that very realization ignited the spark within me once again, making me need to do this.
I wrapped my arms tighter around him as he wound his arm around my waist to clutch my body against his. He lifted me off the bed practically to ensure that I was as pressed against him as I could be. He lurched forward and captured my nipple between his lips, immediately sucking hard and fast. Smiling against my breast, he brought his other hand up and caressed my other breast with the back of his knuckles. That hand continued caressing and touching my breast, but he made sure to keep the touch feather-light since he knew how tender I was.
Meanwhile, his mouth continued working hard against my other breast, easing my breast into his mouth until he had swallowed me whole and he was now kissing, biting, licking, sucking—doing anything and everything his mouth knew to do when presented with a breast.
Right as he bit down on my breast, I cried out—my voice breaking again—and I held onto him right as our second orgasm in a row was reached and my cries grew and grew until my voice had become hoarse and my throat was actually sore from my attempts to keep my screams to a minimum.
Releasing himself into me—and me into him—we clung to one another so desperately as we rode out the aftershocks of it together, not once stopping for anything.
Not for anything, not for the world…
And, on and on this world continued.
It didn't actually end until I finally collapsed weakly against his chest, sighing contentedly as I nestled into him. My eyelids drooped shut before my head had even collided with his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to my hair, he kept his arms wrapped tightly around me as his lips grazed down my skin and he began nuzzling my neck. Burying his lips in the smooth skin of my throat, his lips twisted into a weak smile and a small sigh escaped him.
It wasn't long before I felt him fall asleep too—both of us completely worn out from the toll that experience had taken on us.
So—holding each other in our arms, clinging to one another as if for dear life—we slept, taking a kind of solace in the other person that neither of us had ever dreamed existed. A solace and comfort that only the other person had to offer.
A/N: In case you didn't get it, "slageet minya" means "blow me" in Russian. Yeah, I got that idea from Dean in Supernatural when he said it to Cas. I thought it'd be hot to have Dimitri say it in Russian so…hehe. Yeah I'm very immature. Hope you guys liked it :D