Chapter#21

(As I warned. It's rated M for a reason.. 😉)

After sitting with Jenessa for a short time and recapping her on everything that happened Dimitri and I selfishly decided to retire for the evening.

Though retire implied that we would be sleeping, and we would most definitely not be doing that.

"Roza." He muttered to me sweetly as he carried me into his room.

Yes, he carried me, bridal style into his room. Even though I much preferred to stand on my own two feet. I guess I would have to get used to it. Since in a short time I would be his bride. Thankfully, to my relief when we walked inside he put me down.

Even though we hadn't quite worked out the details yet, but that had been quickly pushed to the back of my mind as he stood in front of me and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

It was all I could see. All that existed in that moment. Just his body. His hands, now traveling to my shirt and lifting it over my head. Revealing my precious skin.

"You're so beautiful. You shouldn't wear clothes." He muttered, cradling my body in his hands. "In fact, for you it should be illegal."

I laughed and rubbed my hands on his bare chest. "You're perfect. Right back at you comrade."

He smiled, and picked me up again, this time by my ass and carried me over to the bed.

I laughed when I hit the mattress, not hard, because he was still being gentle with me.

"Is that OK?" He said. Still clearly concerned about my 'fragile state.'

"Dimitri." I huffed with a bit of frustration. "Don't hold back. Please."

He sighed and placed his head against my breasts, which were still large thanks to my 'fragile condition.' Which to my annoyance were still caged beneath my bra.

"You won't hurt me. Us." I said, reaching up for him. "Now fuck me."

He kept his eyes on me as he pressed me further onto the mattress. I drew my body up, just enough to unhook my bra.

Upon release, he grabbed it by its center and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.

Where it went I didn't know. I didn't care. It didn't exist anymore, and for all I cared it could stay that way.

I grazed my teeth against his neck. I sucked lightly, earning a deep moan of satisfaction. "Uh. Roza."

I felt his glorious manhood poke at me through his jeans, which right now were an obstacle, a barrier between me and his love, and we already promised ourselves no more barriers.

Desperately I reached down to his button, but I couldn't get it. Not the way I was angled.

Damn it, I thought being Moroi would at least make me taller, give me easier access.

He broke apart from me and laughed. I moved a bit of his chin length hair out of his face, but it just went right back into place. Covering his seductive stare.

"Here." He said with a laugh. "I'll get it."

I watched as he slowly reached down and released the button that concealed his feverishly twitching cock.

I moaned with want and need for him to fill me with it.

He smiled as he studied my face.

"Do you want me?" He said, the thickness of his voice sent waves of pleasure through me.

"Yes." I breathed, unable to comprehend many more words right now.

"I'm yours, but first." He said, holding up his index finger and tapping my nose gently.

"I want what's mine." He reached down and pulled off my pants and panties in one swift motion. Much to my displeasure he stayed down there. I wanted him close to me.

"What are you doing?"

"Have you ever had anyone eat you out before?"

"No. What do you mean?"

I had done things with a lot of men, but never sex. Mostly just making out and heavy touching. Truth is I didn't even know what eating out was. I know I was an adult now, but I still felt so inexperienced compared to him. It still made me feel like a child.

A twinge of anger pressed against his face. I frowned.

"I'm sorry. I'm too inexperienced for you."

"What?" He laughed, his face softening. "You're Sorry? Roza, no."

Without moving from the spot, he reached out to cup my face and rub my cheek.

"You can't help that men you've interacted with have never been able to please you."

I noticed he was careful not to say been with, because he knew that he was my first.

He shook his head and removed his hand.

"No, you are not too inexperienced."

"It turns me on." He said. "Getting to please you in a way no one else has. Makes me feel closer to you."

"Just relax." He looked upon me, seeing my head strain with need to look at him.

He started with my toes, kissing each one of them, grazing them with his tongue. Then he moved to my ankles, giving them the same due consideration.

He then stopped for a moment when he made it to my oozing center.

"Damn." He bellowed. "You're already wet for me."

"Always." I breathed.

"How's that saying go? Melts in your mouth not in your hand?"

My body shivered in anticipation.

"Let's find out."

Then without another word he ripped my legs apart and kissed me at my core, with determination and force.

I cried out at the pleasure that he, and no one else had offered me.

He slipped his tongue in an out of me making me shake with desperation for my climax.

"Uh.. Dimitri." I ran my fingers through his hair and squeezed at his scalp. He moaned in appreciation and continued digging furiously for my orgasm.

Within moments he had found it. I had tried to warn him but it was too late.

I squirted, furiously into his mouth he caught it and swallowed at my thick clumps.

I took deep breaths until I found myself again beyond the pleasure.

"Yes." He said breathless with a glint in his eye. "It appears you really do melt in my mouth."

He licked his lips, which were still glistened. Stained with my pleasure.