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I couldn't help but kiss him. It was something about the way his eyes were so soft then, caressing me warmly as he smiled gently. His arms cradled me against his warm, hard chest, and for the first time in a long time I felt little and girly… and loved.
I pulled us together by sliding my arms behind his neck and leaning forward, into him so that our lips met. Dimitri didn't respond right away, and for a moment I panicked, but when his lips trembled and parted just a little, so that he caught my lower lip in between his, I relaxed again. The heat of his mouth flooded into mine, causing a soft moan to form in my throat. His stubble scratched a little on my cheeks and chin, but in a pleasant sort of way. Neither of us made a move to pull away or deepen the kiss for the longest time, instead just gently brushing our mouths together. Carefully testing the waters.
After a good minuet of light kisses Dimitri pulled back ever so slightly so that we could look into each other's eyes, the hands around my waist still holding me against him. His eyes were warm and so many emotions smoldered in them that I couldn't look away from him, and his scent, clean, crisp and masculine, wafted around me, causing a longing to stir in my heart and in between my thighs. The sweat on him from our recent fight was musky and mixed with his aftershave made me want to bottle and drink his aroma.
I unwound my hands from around his neck and slid them down the collar of his duster. I had to pull my eyes away from his passionate gaze, for if I continued to stare for much longer I had a feeling I would implode from the sheer intensity of it. My hands slipped under the leather, moving against his white cotton shirt, which was still damp with sweat. I pushed the coat off of his shoulders and he shrugged it off the rest of the way, exposing his muscled arms to me.
He was still kneeling in between my legs, but after he had shed the duster he stood up and crawled onto the bed with me and we scooted up until our heads were resting on the cushy pillows. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear and whispered, "You're the only person I know who can look so beautiful when crying."
He was right, I was still crying, but not because I was upset, because I definitely wasn't, but because he was with me, and I had wanted this so much, for so long.
His lips found mine again, though this time they were harder and more demanding, while his fingers worked at the zipper on my jacket, tugging on it a little, exposing my loose white tank top to him. He nudged my lips with his tongue, causing me to open them so that it slipped in between them. I nudged back and our mouths molded together, tongues sliding against tongues, lips against lips. Our kisses made little wet sounds in the silence as he pulled of my jacket, which I threw unceremoniously onto the floor.
I knew where this was headed, or at least, I hoped it was headed where I wanted it too, and that would require losing a lot more than just our coats. My hands found the hem of his shirt and I tugged on it, trying to get it off. He, regretfully, broke our kiss and sat up, quickly pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the body he had gained through hours of training. More beautiful than Michelangelo's David, or Adonis, more so than anyone.
Once he was lying next to me we started kissing again. It was amazing. No other boy had kissed me like Dimitri did, he dominated me and yet he was so soft and sweet. But he wasn't a boy, that was obvious. He wasn't some inexperienced, fumbling, only-ever-groped-a-girl schoolboy. No, not him, Dimitri was a man, and one that seemed to have had a lot of practice.
My hands traced down the hard, flat muscles of his chest and stomach until it found the soft little trail of dark hair that led from his navel to the hem of his pants and, inevitably, what lay underneath. My fingers found his belt buckle, quickly undid it, and then started on the button and zipper.
Before I could get much further he had sat up and pulled one of my legs over. He pushed the pants leg up to my knee and started untying my shoes, kissing my calf as he did so. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and it seemed he couldn't either, for his eyes, hazy and lusty, were gazing into mine. The lighting in the room was dim and I could only partially see his face, but I could see that he wore a look of complete adoration and love… and it was all for me.
The position I was in gave me a wonderful view of him, his face, his chest. Oh, god his chest, tan and muscled and smooth, with hard pink nipples. I noticed for the first time that he was hairless other than the line of hair that ran from his groin up. The way his bare skin shone in the light was enough to send a bolt of heat straight through me.
When he was done removing my shoes and socks he leaned over me so one of his knees was in between my legs to support himself, and his hands found the waistband of my sweats. I lifted my hips and he dragged them down my legs, slowly and carefully, before dropping them over the side of the bed.
He was suddenly on top of me, kissing me and stroking the skin on my bare thighs. I reached out to him and found his pants again, running my hand over the budge that had formed underneath, causing a growl to escape from his throat. His arms tightened around me so that I couldn't move and I was pressed tightly to his chest. The heat between my legs didn't want any more teasing, and I didn't want to ignore it. All it, and I, could think about was Dimitri's manhood… all we, my crotch and I, could remember was how it had felt last time.
He had raised an eyebrow at my giggles, but when I slammed my lips to his, searching for his belt loops with my hands, our mouths starting a sensual dance of their own, he responded immediately. When I finally did manage to tug the jeans off of him, he had begun with my shirt, pushing it up on my stomach, his hands sliding along my body and leaving a trail of hot, tingling skin in their wake
His long, rough fingers found my sports bra and started gently kneading my breast through the cotton, his free hand pulling my shirt off. It didn't take much longer for me to be almost naked save my panties.
He pulled back, his breath coming in labored pants, "Wait."
"Hold on," his eyes were hazy and pretty and brown, and I could see how much he wanted to continue just with that one look.
I whined and started kissing him again, mumbling, "It can wait," against his mouth, pushing my still covered sex against his crotch, my panties the only separation.
He chuckled, and I loathed the calm, seemingly unaffected aura that he was pulling off, though I could feel his engorged member against me. "No, it really can't."
I sighed, twining my fingers into the hair on the back of his head, waiting for him to continue. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he started, his eyes trained on my face, "I mean… just fifteen minutes ago you were trying to kill me."
His lack of sarcasm offended me a little and raised my eyebrows. Why couldn't Dimitri be a normal twenty four year old for once? Was he completely immune to the young, beautiful, almost naked girl underneath him?
I didn't dignify the question with a response; instead I grabbed his head and slammed my lips to his, thrusting my tongue into his warm mouth.
He seemed to take that as a response. "Roza…" he whispered, rolling so that his body was facing mine, and mine faced up, our bare bodies pressed so close that I could feel the heartbeat against the side of my breasts, his erection against my thigh. He was drowning me with kisses, long and slow and open mouthed all over my neck and face.
One of his hands made its way down my body, caressing and tickling all the way down until it snaked its way under my panties and into my crisp brown pubic hair. I gasped and bucked my hips as he slid his fingers along my slit twice. My muscles twitched and my nerves were on fire. One of his fingers found my opening and teased it gently, caressing with the pad of his finger, before slipping it inside of me. I mewed and squirmed, clutching at his arms, my nails digging into the skin.
"Do you like that, Roza?"
Just that sentence, those words, like liquid lust, almost made me climax, and I whimpered and murmured something that resembled, "Oh, God… Yes…." I felt his lips against my brow, and a smirk as he kissed me there.
He kneaded my little button of nerves with his thumb while he slowly thrust his finger into me over and over again. My hips bucked into his hand and my back arched, but his fingers didn't waver from their rhythm. When I did manage to open my eyes and make anything out other than the smell, feel, and sound all I could see was him, and that intense, serious expression he wore.
He tilted my head back and kissed me, moving himself so that he was kneeling between my legs, carefully pulling down my panties as he moved. When he got them all the way down I kicked them away and pulled him towards me. He managed to keep his fingers buried inside of me while he did so, and then, when I was sure I was about to fall into that wonderful bliss he pulled it out.
The sound I made was something between a wine and a shocked gasp, but it didn't last long, for he leaned forward and claimed my mouth with his. I couldn't object to that, and when he settled in between my thighs I wrapped my arms around him, one behind his neck and the other across his lower back.
His hand slid down between our bodies, briefly pausing to toy with my breasts before continuing lower, and, though I couldn't feel it, I had a pretty good idea what he was doing.
My assumption was confirmed when he nudged the head of his cock into me.
Lissa had told me that it hurt the first time, but after that it was all pleasure. Perhaps it was just her, but that was most certainly not the case here. I cried out and writhed against him, the pain sudden and fast. The ripping sensation was familiar, since was not a virgin, obviously, as was the pain, but I hadn't been expecting it my second time. The first time it was kind of understandable… but after that weren't you supposed to be able to have sex without it hurting?
He slid all the way into me, and, though it hurt, the undeniable pleasure I was feeling as he did so was almost enough to eradicate the stinging completely.
"Are you alright?" Dimitri whispered, cradling me carefully in his arms. I felt the tears prick at my eyes, but nodded. He had the guiltiest, sorry look on his face, and stilled once he was all the way in. We lay together for a moment, one of his hands brushing the hair back from my face as he placed openmouthed kisses against my neck and chest. I knew that once he started moving the pain would turn to pleasure, so I rolled my hips to get us started.
Dimitri took the hint and started long, slow thrusts, pausing every few seconds, and my slight whimpers of pain soon turned into gasps of pleasure. We moved together, cocooning each other in our embraces, morphing our bodies into one. It was beautiful and I was blissed out, unable to control anything my body did. With every stroke into me, the pleasure in the pit of my stomach built, until I was writing against him, begging for him to make me climax.
"Oh… God!" I whispered, clutching onto Dimitri tightly. Looking at his face you could hardly tell that he was doing something so intimate, he seemed so serious and determined, yet still amazingly loving.
"Nhhhuhh!" I arched up against him and gasped, "Dimitri! Oh, please, God…"
His eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted, and we shuttered against each other, loosing ourselves to the orgasms. Hell, it felt more like one orgasm that we were both sharing, like we were a soul inhabiting two bodies. I threw my head back in a scream, though no sound came out, and I could vaguely hear Dimitri murmuring in Russian as we continued to clutch onto each other, riding out the pleasure together. My orgasm was impossibly long, and I was sure Dimitri's had stopped while I was still trembling from it.
I don't know whether it was the passion of it, the intimacy, or maybe I was just on an emotional roller costar, and making love had been the breaking point, but I somehow ended up wrapped in Dimitri's arms, sobbing.
"Roza… are you alright?" he whispered to me, his warm breath fanning out against my ear, "Did I hurt you?" When I didn't answer he continued, "Should we have waited? Was it too soon? God, I'm sorry…" he continued on like that for a while I choked out garbled objections.
Once I had slowed my breathing and stopped the waterworks to a point where he could actually understand what I was saying I murmured, "Sorry… I'm just… God… that was so beautiful."
He chuckled, and I could feel the vibrations against my skin, our chests and stomachs were pressed together, and he was still buried inside of me, and I would have been happy to keep it like that forever.
Sadly that wouldn't work out, because we would have to leave the room… eventually, that and he slipped out of me and rolled over onto his back. One of his arms looped around my shoulders and I snuggled up against his side.
I could feel his lips against my forehead and he whispered, "Oh, Roza…" he turned towards me and smiled tiredly, hugging me to his chest, "I love you… have I told you?"
I was sure at the time that I was grinning so widely that my muscles would get stuck there, "You too comrade."
He took one deep breath and exhaled, and I knew that he was probably planning on cuddling up with me and sleeping. But suddenly, I was absolutely positive the last thing I wanted to do was sleep.
I turned on my side and kissed him, one of my arms wrapping around his neck. He sighed contentedly and kissed back gently, his soft, yet firm lips molding together with mine. My free hand found his flat, muscled chest and traced down the lines down his stomach. He pulled his hips back once I reached his navel.
"Aren't you tired?" he whispered, his warm, sweet breath fanning out against my face, making the hair on the back of my neck raise. He certainly wasn't, for I could feel his erection against my thigh.
I bit my lip and my hand continued lower. I could feel his stomach muscles contracting and he took a deep breath, "Roza-"
His English was suddenly turned into Russian as I curled my fingers around his hardness. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I'm sure it was a swear word. He was still slick from our earlier escapades and he twitched and grew in my hand.
I hadn't really seena… well I had never seen a cock before. Even though Dimitri and I had made love twice now, I hadn't seen it or touched it, or anything. Mostly I had been too busy being caught up in his eyes and the beatific expressions on his face to gaze elsewhere. But now, now that I was holding it, feeling it tremble and jerk in my grasp… I felt like we were at a whole new level of intimacy.
I knew what a penis was supposed to look like… and how to, generally, pleasure it. What I was concerned about was my assumptions being wrong. I took a breath and looked down.
I was shocked… it looked pretty much like I assumed it would, except for the fact that I was surprised it had ever been able to fit it inside of me. His erection was long and thick and just on the verge of too big. It was also beautiful. Or at least in my eyes. I'm sure someone else would probably look at it and wonder why anyone would want to touch it, but it thought it was flawless. That and it was part of Dimitri, and I was pretty sure no one could be as perfect.
I didn't move for a little while, until I looked up and realized that Dimitri had caught me staring. He raised his eyebrows at me and I started moving my hand a little. His face contorted in pleasure and I felt the arm that was around me tense and pull me towards him a little.
I leaned forward and gently touched my lips to his. I trailed my tongue along them and they opened instantly to let me in, his warm tongue slithering in, probing and stroking mine. I traced the outline of his lips as we kissed with my free hand and pressed my body tighter against his. His little moans vibrated in my mouth and he started pumping his hips, pushing his very large, very hard cock through my slippery grasp. I kind of wanted to know what it tasted like, hell, I knew I was practically the only girl in my class, or rather, graduated class, that hadn't given a blow job… but at the same time I thought maybe that would be taking it a little too far…
"Dimitri?" I asked quietly. His eyes opened and focused on me, and I watched his pupil's adjust to the light, his long eyelashes casting spider web shadows on his cheek and nose.
I swallowed. "Am I doing it right?"
As soon as I had asked the question it sounded stupid, and so I blushed and looked down at my hand. I hoped he would pretend I had never said that, I didn't want a response anymore, and I was too embarrassed to even look at him. Being in his presence, knowing that he was so much more experienced than I was, it was daunting; he had probably been with women who could do a handstand while giving a blowjob, and I was only just seeing my first cock, just touching my first cock, Dimitri was my first lover. I knew I probably didn't compare.
I was too caught up in my own mortification to realize that he had stopped moving. I felt his hand behind my head, turning it to look at him.
"Roza…" he whispered, nuzzling his face into mine and kissing my quivering lips, "Of course you're doing it right… it feels amazing." I felt a little tear track down my face and he leaned forward, catching the salty drop with his lips.
I started moving my hand again, stroking him. I knew that even if I was doing horribly wrong he would lie and tell me how wonderful it felt, he would never want to embarrass someone by correcting them. Well, not with this… when it came into the realm of snap kicks and throwing hooks he would drill it into you until you got it perfect. It might be a little embarrassing when it came to being corrected with fighting… but sex? I think I would probably start crying.
His big warm hand caught mine and squeezed. "Roza," Dimitri said quietly, "look at me."
He wasn't asking me, it was almost like an order, but when I looked up his face was soft. "Oh, beautiful Rose."
I was sure I looked like some sort of wounded puppy with the way I was looking at him, that and completely fucked.
He smiled, his beautiful half lidded eyes sparkling in the light, "Just being with you makes me insane," he squeezed my hand, which was still wrapped around his cock, "this is making me feel insane."
"Really?" I asked, "You're not just saying that?"
He smiled and kissed my forehead, "No, defiantly not."
I was still nervous about it, really it was a daunting prospect; this long, hard thing in between my fingers that needed sating. Dimitri wouldn't just leave me hanging with this… would he?
He seemed to sense my hesitation, because he gently opened my legs and buried a hand in my folds. I was about to protest, that I would rather not have the distraction, but he quickly removed his hand. Unwinding his arm from around me, he reached down and pulled my hand gently away, smearing my juices from his other hand onto his own manhood. He then replaced his arm around me, and took my hand again, guiding it towards his cock.
I realized then that he wasn't just going to leave me hanging like I had feared, he was going to teach me. Install confidence in me before he let me go and do it myself, just like he always had. And it wasn't just about his pleasure either, it was about being together.
I held it delicately, but his hand covered mine and squeezed more firmly than I would have thought was comfortable, immediately making me feel stupid. He kissed me, sweet and wet and beautify.
As our hands started moving he quietly said, "Sometimes harder and faster is better, sometimes softer… it really depends on how frantic you are, I guess." It really wasn't all that different than what I had been doing, just the pressure. He started moving his hips again, and I watched his face, his eyelids fluttering, his lips puckering a little, as our hands worked together. After a few moments he let go of my hand and instead pulled my lips to his, wiping some of my wetness against my face as he did so. He kissed me, passionately, his mouth dominating mine.
I was a little worried about going at it alone, but his lips, trembling and warm, and his arms, pulling me closer, were hard to say no too. I made my way down there with my other hand and it joined in.
He pulled away. "Rose…" he whispered, his eyes opened and we just gazed at each other for a moment, though my hands never stopped stroking. His breathing sped up, his hips pushing his cock in my hands never faltered. "Roza," he swallowed, "I love you." he wasn't wearing that soft lopsided smile he usually wore when he told me that, his eyes weren't loving and gentle like normal. Looking into his eyes, opened wider than I had ever seen them before, it was like seeing into his soul. I could see, for the first time, all of those confused, raw emotions that were swirling inside of him. He looked so scared and upset and angry that I gasped.
He jerked once and started shuttering, his eyes closed and his mouth open. Muscles flexed around me and I felt a warm gushy spray against my stomach. He didn't make any noises, his were eyes closed and his lips were parted. I looked down and watched as his whitish seed coated my stomach and hands.
When there were no more spurts he stopped tensing his muscles and fell against the bed. He turned his head to the side, his face half hidden in my soft pillow. It was beautiful, his tan skin, full, pinkish lips, long nose, all contrasting beautifully with the white pillows. A strand of dark hair fell across his face, shining in the light.
For a moment I considered asking about why he had been so intense a few moment ago, but when I saw how relaxed and tired he looked I decided against it, perhaps tomorrow.
His eyes fluttered open and he watched me for a moment, though he seemed kind limp, like he was recovering from the power of his orgasm. I felt him softening in my grasp and looked down again. I swiped the head of his penis with my thumb, gathering the warm, whitish goo on my finger. He gasped and hissed a little with the contact and I immediately let go. We both glanced at each other apologetically, but quickly smiled. "Just a little sensitive." He whispered.
I raised my thumb to my mouth and licked the cum off of it. He arched an eyebrow at me and I sighed and curled up beside him, sleepy and warm, listening to his uneven breathing as it slowed. I closed my eyes and was ready to catch some sleep when I felt a hand slide over my stomach and his soft, wet lips against my ear. He sucked gently at the lobe and his tongue traced the shell of it.
I snuggled closer to him, ready to fall into a peaceful darkness in his arms, not bothering to wipe his seed off of my stomach.
One of his big, rough hands slid over my breast and squeezed and I responded instantly with a moan.
He chuckled and rolled so that he trapped my body underneath his, "You aren't tired… are you Rose?"
His tone was teasing, and I whimpered in response. My nipples were aching under the warmth of his palms as he kneaded them, and then, when he leaned down and captured one in his mouth, I could feel my eyes roll back and my body quaver. His lips moved lower, licking off the evidence of his pleasure as he went, his hands stayed at my breasts though, playing and squeezing.
He spread my legs and hooked them over both of his shoulders, burying his face against my thigh. He let out a long, appreciative noise before I heard him say, "You must have the best smell in the world, Roza."
I gasped as the heat of his breath spread over my fluttering cunt muscles, winding my fingers in his hair. The first pass was like heaven, the velvety, warm texture of his tongue as it stroked me was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I moaned and writhed and bucked against him, and with every new sensation came a new level of pleasure. His tongue nudged my clit wickedly, over and over, before he trapped it in between his lips and sucked. That and the feel of his fingers, curling and stroking inside of me pushed me over, until I was biting my lips hard to keep myself from screaming at the top of my lungs.
And then he still wasn't done with me… as soon as I had crested the peak of one orgasm, his long, skilled fingers were preparing me for another, and another. I lost count of how many times I came, but finally, after what felt like a million times I gasped and grabbed his hand, gently pulling it out of me.
He laughed, probably at the look on my face, for I was still shaking and my muscles were still tensing every few moments. My thighs were bathed in some of my own liquid, and some of his, and when our lips found each other's I realized that almost his entire face was covered in my essence, and I could taste myself. His fingers, I could only hold my eyes open long enough after our lips parted to catch a glance of his face, his gorgeous, tan, compassionate face.
"Sleep, Rose," he commanded, and I did, curled up, completely fucked, and feeling more loved than I thought possible by a Russian named Dimitri.
As I slipped into sleep I couldn't help but remember that haunting look in his eyes. There was something he wasn't telling me.
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Important!I'm planning on their being about ten more chapters, so we will end somewhere around 20… I've got tons more ideas floating around in my head at the moment, all of them are Vampire Academy related… probably around chapter 18 I'll post a nice little poll and you can decide what story I should write first after this one. I don't know if any of you will like it… every time I mention one to my editor she gets this blank look in her eyes… so they might not work out… we shall see! Thanks for all the support guys! I love you all!
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