A/N : All characters belong to Richelle Mead. As always let me know your thoughts!
One month. It had been one month since that goddam of a Christian took my husband away from me. One fucking month of sheer torture since I felt his strong hands on me, felt his soft lips against mine.
How did I survive one month without him?
I had no idea.
I let the hot water run down my hair and back, breathing hard to control the furious urge to break something, anything, to stop the eerie silence of our apartment.
Finally, I switched off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I put my underwear and pulled a white shirt from his side of the closet. I had been wearing his clothes almost every night, even when he was here, and got used to the scent of him filling me when I woke up.
But all his shirts were washed now, so I was only able to take comfort from the familiar cotten and the memories it presented.
I buttoned his shirt which almost came to my knees and put a drop of his aftershave on the collar of the shirt. It was actually a new bottle I opened just for this, as he took the old one with him on the trip.
I let the collar cover my nose to sniff it and sighed, feeling my body relax at the scent. Now, if it was mixed with his own scent, I would have died happily. I shook my head at that.
I just needed to wait for this night to end. I couldn't get depressed when he will be back tomorrow. I let the happy thought sink through. Only one night, Rose.
I placed the bottle on the nightstand and tucked myself into the warm comforter on our bed. Bringing the covers upto my chin, I stared up at the ceiling. We talked on the phone almost every night, but both of us were usually too tired to keep talking after our day. I also knew he was probably busy if he didn't call me.
Tomorrow, I told myself. My comrade will be back in my arms tomorrow.
A pair of strong hands looped around my waist, pulling me against a hard chest. I felt the heat radiate from his body and knew he was shirtless. I turned around in his arms to look at his beautiful face, bringing my hands up to trace his high cheekbones and the curve of his cupid lips. His hair was a golden shade of brown by the lamp light and the sun peaking through the curtains, as it fell down on his eyes. I brushed it aside to find the brown eyes that I could get lost in.
"When did you come back?"
He kissed my lips softly before answering "Few minutes ago."
I smiled and buried my head in his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his sweat mingled with his aftershave. He held me tightly to his chest, so that I felt every inch of his naked chest against me.
He sighed and ran his fingers through my hair as I drew circles around his heart, feeling the rhythm that matched my own. We settled into a comfortable silence, each of us enjoying the presence of the other.
"How did the deal go?" I finally asked, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"It was a success. Christian was so happy that he couldn't wait to tell Lissa,"
He smiled.
"I can't wait to find out how happy he will be tomorrow, when I get my hands on him. He needs to pay for what he has done to me for a month," I grumbled.
Dimitri laughed, the sound relieving the air of it's silence, which made my heart race with happiness. This was how I wanted to be, in his arms while his sounds filled the air making me forget everything but him.
I smiled and said what I had said a million times before, but was still not enough,
"I love you, Dimitri."
His amused expression turned into love as he brought our foreheads together.
"I love you, Roza."
"I missed you so much, it hurts."
"Me too," he whispered before fitting his mouth to mine.
He cupped my face to slow down the kiss and I wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss soon became heady and deep, our tongues stroking the other as he pushed me onto my back.
He hovered over me without breaking the kiss. The need to breathe pulled us apart, but we were still close.
"Make love to me," I said.
He didn't have to be told twice.
He started kissing me again as his hands quickly worked the buttons of my shirt, which was technically his, before sliding it off my shoulders and across the bed. My breath became ragged as he kissed down my neck, one of his hands already palming my breasts. When he flicked his tongue against my nipple, it sent a shiver down my spine and I gasped.
I woke up, sitting straight up on the bed. It took me some time to realise that it was all a dream. A wistful dream of a lonely wife who missed her husband too much. I groaned. A dream for God's sake. How can he have this effect on me even when he was away?
I slumped back onto the mattress. It only reminded me further of how alone I was without him.
Don't worry Rose, he will be back tomo- wait. I grabbed my phone from the night stand and switched it on. It was five in the morning, early for me as I only ever woke up at six.
But not for Lissa.
She was the Queen, so naturally she woke up early every day to get ready, which was time consuming considering her makeup and dresses. Usually, she would be finishing dressing up when I come for my shift.
Which was why I surprised both of us when I arrived at the Queen's chamber for my shift around six.
"Rose!" my best friend exclaimed. "You are early!"
I smirked at her before finishing my chocolate donet, having grabbed it from the fridge on the way out.
"Lily will be happy to go home early," she said.
I looked around the room to find Lily against the wall as usual, her blonde hair bright by the lights around the room. She was one of the few guardians I knew who wore their hair up in a bun or a ponytail like me instead of cutting it.
She gave me a small smile as she crossed the room to stand in front of me. Her black eyes were bright with amusement.
"Guardian Hathaway, are you early to see your husband?"
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I grinned. Lily was easy to talk to, unlike the other guardians who were as stoic as Dimitri.
"Not really. I just woke up early."
Behind her, Lissa rolled her eyes before turning to continue with her make up.
Lily chuckled and patted me on the shoulder. She bowed to the Queen and Lissa nodded at her through the mirror before she walked out of the room.
Lissa and I were alone now. We only needed one guardian in the room, so the other three stayed outside.
I sat on her bed and watched as she applied her eyeshadow.
"Are you getting ready for your husband?" I asked her teasingly.
Her blush was visible by the mirror befores she turned around to face me.
"Why not?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
I sighed dramatically.
"Fine. We are both eager to see them. When are they arriving anyway?"
I haven't heard of their time of arrival from anyone, not even the guardians who monitored the flights in the Court.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," said Lissa, "They sent us a note last night saying they would leave at five in the evening. They should be here for dinner."
I have to wait till dinner.
I nodded and tried to hide my disappointment, giving her a tight smile. But, of course my best friend understood. She gave me a sad look before turning back to finish her makeup.
The rest of the day went down in a blur. I followed through my regular patrols as the near guard when we were in the hallways and stayed back on the wall during the meetings.
On lunch break, I ate my sandwich quickly before sprinting to the ice cream shop within the Court.
Dimitri loved ice cream. It was one of the many things I found out after we started dating. He always told me that he liked any flavour but I knew chocolate was his favorite.
Like me, I thought as I watched the girl in the shop packing the tub.
After we got married, I brought ice cream almost every week, just for him. He always complained about spending money, how it was bad for our health and other bullshit but he would end up finishing the whole tub anyway. The thought made me smile. He was always so controlled that even a slight slip up got me weak on my knees.
I ran to our apartment to store the ice cream in the fridge before it melted and came back to the court to stand beside the Queen.
By the time I stood in the landing area with Lissa in the evening, my legs were screaming at me. But the thought of seeing my husband got me through the waiting.
Knowing Dimitri, he would probably give me a curt nod before turning to his stoic self. But what I got was totally unexpected.
The flight door opened and the two front guardians quickly took their place on either side of the landing steps. Christian walked after them. His face looked pale even for a Moroi with his black hair and dark suite. Then came two more guardians, one of them very tall than the other.
Dimitri.
He was wearing his signature duster over his guardian uniform. His brown hair was tied neatly behind his head. It was almost the same shade of brown as it was in my dream as the sun was on the horizon now, approaching dawn.
His face. I had almost forgotten how handsome his face was, how they could take my breath away when he looked at me. And he did exactly that.
His brown eyes sought mine and I could sense the change in his demeanor almost immediately. His body relaxed considerably, as if seeing me relieved him, and his stride was almost lazy when he walked towards us with the others. But most surprising, perhaps, of all was the smile on his face.
A real fucking smile. My heart skipped a beat.
My eyes never left his as he stood just a few feet from me. I was vaguely aware of Christian hugging Lissa before her voice broke me out of my trance.
"Rose. Rose!" I reluctantly looked away from my husband. Focus, Rose.
"Yes, Lis- Your Majesty?"
I had almost forgotten that we were not supposed to call her by her name during duty.
I smiled apologetically at her.
But she was trying not to laugh. Christian didn't even try, he was chuckling audibly beside her.
"Lord Ozera," I said through gritted teeth. My anger for him from last night was back.
"Guardian Hathaway," he said, grinning, "I hope you had a great month without me."
Did he just say that?! Of course I had a terrible month without my husband. Without him, our home was as empty as hell and every time I woke up, I would mourn how my comrade wasn't beside me.
I gave Christian a sweet smile and shot daggers at him through my eyes.
"Certainly, Lord Ozera."
For a moment, he looked uncertain, but he quickly covered it up with an easy smirk.
I glanced at Dimitri and was surprised to see the amusement in his eyes, even if he no longer smiled. I kind of expected him to return to his full stoic self. But when he realised I was staring at him, he quickly put on an unreadable expression.
Damn guardian mask.
We walked back to the dining hall, me beside Lissa and Christian with all the other guardians surrounding us.
I couldn't help but watch Dimitri from the corner of my eye, of the way his duster fitted his body perfectly as if it was specifically tailored for him, the way his biceps flexed when he shifted his stake and the way he loomed over me when he came too close while changing positions.
Not to mention the way his eyes darkened when he caught my gaze on him.
When we finally reached the dining hall, Lissa asked everyone to join her for dinner as we had a day off tomorrow.
It sort of became a custom since we started having these trips outside the Court. We all needed to talk about the business meetings, so Lissa usually had these conversations during dinner and gave the guardians a day off the next day for them to relax.
It was also her time to loosen up a little from her responsibilities and spend time with her husband.
My heart ached as I saw the tired lines on my best friend's face. But I could sense the happy buzz from her, even without the bond, that told me that everything was worth it, that working hard was fine as long as it protected her race and her family.
It made me sit up straight on my seat beside the Queen without distracting myself. If she was working this hard, then I should help her as much as I can.
We all talked about the mission Christian went through this past month, which was about convincing the Moroi and dhampir of Manhattan to use the Moroi's magic and fight together against the Strigoi. As much as I disliked him, I had to give him points for his performance there, which earned us another supporting group of Moroi and dhampir in the country.
"That's impressive," I said, unable to help myself.
Everyone around the table looked at me in shock, some of them even confused. I almost heard the words running in their minds : Rose Hathaway complimenting Christian Ozera?
Even Dimitri was surprised, raising one of his eyebrows in a way that made me jealous. For the first time since I sat on the table I noticed that he sat across from me. I could only imagine what it would be like to sit next to him with his body heat. The thought made me shiver. He must have seen it, because he immediately looked away from me and focused on his food.
I cleared my throat. They all quickly got back to their conversations. But Christian had a smug smile plastered on his face as he talked to Lissa. That bastard.
With their attention gone, I glanced at my husband.
He was deep in talk with one of the guardians of the Court. I saw the way he handled the fork expertly between his long fingers as he swirled it around the spaghetti. Those same hands ran down my body in the softest of touches and fucked me with his fingers before.
And the way his jaw and lips moved as he ate. Those lips sucked my nipple, hard. His tongue snaked out to lick his lips and I was reminded of the way they licked my pussy, every stroke determined and hungry.
I bit my lip to stop my whimper. I tried my best to put on my own guardian mask, which I learned thanks to Dimitri, and to appear as professional as possible. But I should have known by then that nothing could be hid from my husband, especially if it concerned me.
He abruptly turned his head in my direction. His eyes raked over my face to finally rest on my lips and lingered there as I looked back at him, biting my lip hard. He licked his lips, but his face was unreadable.
The rest of the dinner was torture. Dimitri and I kept exchanging heated glances from across the table when the others were not watching. My desire for him was so strong that it took everything in me not to jump at him then and there.
After dinner, I quickly bowed to Lissa who gave me a wink and sprinted out of the room into the hallways.
I walked slow at first, knowing that he would follow me in a few moments and when I heard his footsteps, I sped up. It's not a problem for him with his long strides and he caught up with me in a matter of seconds, but he kept his pace two feets behind me.
I guessed if we were too close together, we would start making out right there.
When we reached our apartment, I opened the door and let him pass first before following him inside and locking the door.
I turned away from the door and was immediately shoved against it, his lips crashing down on mine. He pressed himself on me, effectively trapping me between the door and his body. He kissed me hungrily, pushing his tongue into my mouth and burying both his hands in my hair, holding my head in place.
I couldn't do anything but submit to his kiss, bringing my own tongue to his. He fucking devoured my mouth with his lips and tongue. I raked my fingers through his hair, pressing my body against his even when we were already impossibly close.
The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his sweat filled my senses and made me gasp. It was like my first breath in the past month.
His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them, running his thumbs around the peaks, making them hard. I moaned into his mouth and sucked his bottom lip, pulling at his hair slightly. He groaned before pulling away. I looked up at him as he towered over me. Really looked at him.
His lips were a little swollen from the kiss and his brown hair was wildly disheveled. I had removed his hair tie at some point. But he looked hot as hell with his eyes almost black with lust, the lights around the room dancing around in them. I could feel his hardness against my stomach as he pressed his body even closer to mine.
I couldn't move a single limb under the intense look he was giving me now.
I didn't intend to anyway.
He studied my face carefully, taking in every detail with hunger as his gaze moved over my eyes and lips.
He slowly looked down my body and licked his lips absently over seeing his hands on my breasts. His thumbs softly circled my nippples, making them strain against my shirt. I caught my breath and he quickly looked back into my eyes, moving his elbows to either side of my head as if I would try to get away from him. He gazed down my body another time, like he was mentally stripping my clothes off.
At that moment as he fixed me again in a smoldering stare with his desire churning behind his eyes, he was literally eye-fucking me. I tried not to squirm and failed miserably.
A burning ache pooled between my legs and I closed my eyes to control my breathing. I couldn't think clearly when he was looking at me like that. I felt his hands move through my hair, running his fingers through my locks before pulling my hair tie out.
The hair stuck to the back of my neck with sweat, but I barely registered it when I felt his hot breath against my neck. He pulled me closer by my waist. His hard length pressed against my clothed pussy and the pants created a wonderful friction as he rubbed our lower halves together. I moaned loudly and clutched his shoulders .
"Dimitri," I panted as he started kissing my neck.
His touch, and his scent, I missed them so damn much. I missed all of him, the way his presence always calmed me and made me happy and the way he looked at me and held me when we were alone.
"Roza," he breathed against my ear, making me shiver.
I pulled his head up and kissed him, putting all my love and desire into it while wrapping my arms around his neck. He made a sound at the back of his throat that was almost a growl and pushed me against the door.
My hands fumbled with his duster and he helped me remove them. He took off my coat, so that we were both left in our guardian shirt and pants.
When he pulled away, it was to kiss my neck. He licked the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck before biting it slightly. I whimpered and grabbed his ass to push his erection against my groin. He chuckled softly, the sound making my heart do gymnastics.
It reminded me of the way we talked freely when we used to eat our ice cream. As much as I wanted this to continue, I wanted a moment for us to catch our breath and sit and talk. It had been too long since we talked face to face and I loved the way he listened to me, as if everything I said was of utmost importance.
"I brought ice cream," I said breathlessly.
He bit my earlobe and sucked it and I shuddered. He didn't seem to have heard me.
"Chocolate flavour," I added.
Now that got a reaction.
He pulled away and looked at me, a hint of excitement in his eyes. I smiled and cupped his cheeks, running my thumb over his bottom lip. He kissed my thumb and licked it playfully, a ghost of a grin on his lips.
"I thought you'd like some dessert," I said.
"I do."
His brown eyes searched mine and I was surprised to find them full of admiration and desire.
I combed his hair with my fingers, relishing in their softness. His stubbles tickled my palm for a change, as he rarely ever forgot to shave.
He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them. He smiled, a slow, dangerous smile full of mischief which showed in the glint of his eyes. I knew that smile. It was one of those rare smiles that said he got a crazy idea, an idea as crazy as mine sometimes.
I put my hands on his shoulders to stop my knees from buckling and looked up at him with anticipation. He leaned forward to put his mouth to my ear.
"Wait for me in our bed," he said, low and husky, "Naked."
Fuck.
His voice alone made me want to sink to my knees and submit to his every command. But I didn't have time to move before his lips were on mine again, more insistent than ever.
It was then that I realised that my husband had lost all his so called control. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my ass, putting us impossibly close. I whimpered against his mouth, my breath coming out ragged when he started kissing my neck again.
"I thought you wanted me to wait," I said weakly, half-moaning as he sucked my pulse point.
"I do."
He pulled back, almost reluctantly, and took a few steps away from me. I slumped against the door, trying to form a coherent thought and looked at him longingly. His eyes mirrored mine.
Finally, I nodded and walked past him, but not before kissing his lips sweetly. I kicked off my shoes and heard his quiet groan as I swayed my hips while unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it on the couch. When I was inside the bedroom, I quickly took off the rest of my clothes.
As expected, my panties were soaked.
I positioned myself on the centre of the bed, bending my knees up so that the first thing Dimitri would see when he came would be my pussy. I smirked at the thought. If I was going to follow his orders then I was going to do it in true Rose Hathaway's style.
The silk of the red sheets on the mattress tickled my bare back and ass. I fisted my hands in the sheets at my sides and thought about the reasons behind my husband's dangerous smile. It turned me on. I didn't have any idea of what he was planning to do, but I did know that whatever it was, I was going to be a willing participant.
I waited a full minute before I heard his approaching footsteps. I took a deep breath, my heart in my throat, even if I told myself that I wasn't nervous. What if he didn't like what he saw?
Dimitri came to an abrupt halt on the doorway. To my dismay, he still had his clothes on and was holding a small glass bowl with a scoop of chocolate ice cream in his hand. His eyes widened as he saw my pussy and his lips parted.
"Holy shit," he muttered.
He licked his lips and I whimpered, suddenly wanting him all over me. He crossed the room, barefoot, in a few strides and stood right between my legs on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to my sex.
He shifted the bowl to his other hand and brought a single finger down my folds. I moaned as he collected the juices running down from my entrance to the mattress. And, holy fuck, my heart almost stopped beating when he shoved his finger into his mouth and licked it clean. He groaned quietly.
His eyes were hungry as they sought mine. I let my gaze travel down his body to the bulge in his pants and gave him a knowing look, raising my eyebrows. He gulped and walked around the bed to stand beside me, placing the bowl on the nightstand.
And before I could stop him, he picked up the aftershave bottle.
He looked at it curiously before bringing his eyes to mine. Heat crept up my cheeks.
"I missed you, so...I opened the new one and smelled it-."
His lips stopped any words I might have added. I kissed him back and tried to bring my hands to his neck but he pushed them above my head.
"Oh Roza, I missed you too," he whispered against my lips.
His accent was more pronounced now and I was already ready for him to fuck me. He trailed his eyes over my body, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Dimitri, I want you inside me."
His smirk widened, but his eyes were serious.
"Not now, Roza. This past month had been torture. I wanted you so much. I am going to take my time worshipping your body completely before I fuck you."
His words sent a shiver down my spine and my pussy clenched in anticipation.
God, the way his eyes traveled down my body, as if he had a thousand fantasies in mind and didn't know where to start.
He sat on the edge of the bed and took the ice cream and popped a spoonful into his mouth. He hummed. I licked my lips and reached for the bowl in his hands, wanting to get a taste of it too, but he pulled it away from me.
"This tastes good, but not as good as you."
Heat crept up my neck and to my face and I knew I was blushing furiously, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He chuckled and offered me a spoonful. I gladly accepted.
Cold chocolate melted in my mouth and I found myself moaning at the sweetness. He trailed the spoon across my skin, letting the brown liquid run down the corner of my mouth. Before I could wipe it off, he leaned forward and licked my mouth clean.
I gasped and stared at him with my lips parted. He ran the tip of his tongue down my throat and sucked my skin there. I grabbed his shoulders, but he quickly pinned my hands again.
"Patience, Roza."
As if I had any of it right now.
I yanked my hands free of his grip and roughly pulled his head up, kissing him full on the mouth. He tasted of chocolate and Dimitri, his own unique taste, and it was the delicious thing I had ever tasted. I bit his lip, hard. He hissed.
He pulled back way too soon for my liking. His dark eyes stayed on mine, a hint of surprise in them. It was not often I released myself from his tight grip.
He ate another scoop of ice cream and this time before he had fully swallowed them, he cupped my left breast with his hand and clamped his mouth around my nipple.
I almost screamed at the cold sensations, but his tongue soothed my sensitive bud and brought an unexpected pleasure to my body. I moaned loudly and fisted my hands in his long hair to hold him against my breasts. He sucked my nipple gently before releasing it with a 'pop'.
He pulled away from me and reached into the back pocket of his pants. A red piece of silk dangled from his hand. I frowned. It was a blindfold.
"Where did you get that?" I raised my eyebrows.
"I brought it."
"How?"
"Guardian secrets." A mischievous look crossed over his face.
"I am a guardian too."
"I know."
I eyed the fabric. I was blindfolded a couple of times before, but they were usually makeshift from my shirt or a towel. We have never used a real one.
"Roza."
My eyes sought him. The concerned look on his face was silently asking me if I was okay with this and I nodded. Relief flooded his features and the mischievous look was back. He leaned over me and kissed my eyes softly, closing them and sliding the blindfold over them and tying it in the back. The cloth was soft against my skin.
Dimitri kissed my lips before he stepped away. Metal rattled and I realised that it was his belt. He was taking his clothes off. I desperately wanted to see him naked; it had been so long.
"I want to see you."
There was a pause before he said, "You will. Not now."
His voice was very close and suddenly I felt his warm mouth around my nipple again, sucking hard this time.
I cried out and my hands reached for his hair, twisting my fingers in his thick locks. The blindfold heightened my senses: his wet tongue licking my areola, his hand on my hair massaging my scalp and the other gripping my hip, his silky hair under my fingers and our sweat, mingled with the scent of my arousal.
He kept sucking and licking my bud and I imagined his eyes closing, like they always did when he played with my breasts, his face content.
"Please," I panted out, pulling at his hair. I didn't even know what I was begging for, for him to stop or continue, but it didn't matter because he seemed to know.
He moved down, his lips pressing kisses on my stomach. A metal clanked against a glass beside me. It was that glass bowl of ice cream. He was probably grabbing it with his hand.
Something cold stung my navel and I gasped. As soon as it touched me, it was gone. My hands reached down and found his hair against my thigh. His stubble tickled my inner thigh and I remembered the way he looked with my juices around his jaw when he had gone down on me before.
My stomach tightened and my heart raced in anticipation. He was there, so close to where I wanted him the most.
His mouth lingered on my thigh and one hand gripped my waist, drawing slow circles on my skin. But I didn't feel his other hand anywhere.
He kissed my inner thigh, slowly making his way up to the apex of my legs and then continued with the other thigh, completely skipping my pussy.
I groaned and pulled at his hair. He chuckled, the sound making my pussy tingle and my toes curl.
His hands gripped my knees and he pushed them up and to my sides, opening me obscenely.
"Hold your legs."
It was a command.
I curled my fingers around my thigh, just above my knee and held my legs to the side of my chest, keeping me opened for him.
He released a long breath and it blew across my entrance. I whimpered and almost lost the hold on my legs.
"You are beautiful, Roza."
Although he had told that to me so many times before, saying it while his mouth was between my legs was downright wicked.
My juices ran down my slit freely.
He cursed and the bed dipped as he moved. I heard the familiar sound of metal screeching against glass that told me that he was taking a scoop.
And the next thing I knew, his tongue was on me, wet and cold, licking my clit. His mouth was also cold as he sucked me hard, drawing a scream from my lips. His fingers parted my folds and he kissed and licked me, running his tongue down my slit. The tip of his tongue circled my clit. His hands gripped my hips and he pushed them up, giving him a better angle to insert tongue into my entrance.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out.
My whole body shook as he fucked me with his tongue and my hands barely held my knees.
At one point, he pressed his thumb on by clit.
My stomach clenched and before I knew it, I was coming, calling out his name. I gripped the sheets with my hands, my legs falling to the sides.
Dimitri straightened my legs and rubbed my thigh, his tongue still on my pussy, slowly licking every drop of my orgasm, relaxing me, but building me up again.
No.
I couldn't come again. I was too sensitive.
I tried to push his shoulders off with my feet, but he promptly pushed them to the side.
"Dimitri, please," I begged as he started sucking my clit. I whimpered and tried in vain to push him off with my hands.
"One more, Roza and then I will fuck you," he replied, sliding a finger inside me.
I moaned and gripped the sheets as he started to slowly fuck me with his fingers.
This time my orgasm was quick, but left me breathless all the same.
He moved up my body and cupped my breasts, as if he had to be touching some part of me to keep him sane. His lips found mine and I got lost in his taste, the way he felt on top of me, his intoxicating scent and the feel of his hair in my fingers, so much so that I didn't even notice him removing my blindfold until he pulled away.
He was breathing hard like me. Lust and love danced in his brown eyes and they equally affected me as much as his touch.
It had been too long since he had been inside me. I craved the feel of his skin on me, in me and the feeling of completeness.
My hands reached out and grabbed his ass, pushing his hardness against my already wet pussy. We both moaned as I started to move against him, keeping my eyes on his, tempting him inside me.
A small smile played on his lips and he shook his head, either to himself or me, I don't know.
He pushed himself off me and sat on the center of the bed, his back resting against the headboard. He beckoned me to his lap and I realised that he wanted me on top, riding him.
I stood up on the bed, giving him a view of my whole body while I shamelessly stared at him, admiring the hard lines of his chest and abs from years of training and his cock standing erect, waiting to go inside me.
I straddled his thighs and took his length in my hand, earning a small gasp from him in response. I pumped his cock and he moaned, fixing me with a smoldering stare, a hint of pleading in them.
I guided him to my entrance and lowered myself onto him. I was so wet from my orgasms, he was sheathed fully in one smooth stroke. We both sighed.
Our foreheads met and I slowly started to move, holding his shoulders for support. His hands found my hips and he guided me to move more slowly while his lips captured mine. His tongue plunged inside my mouth at the same time as his cock came inside me. I was lost in the rhythm, me moving on top of him slowly with his tongue in my mouth.
But it wasn't enough and soon he was thrusting into me with need, his lips never leaving mine.
I returned his thrusts, slamming down on him faster. Our movements became more frenzied and I knew he was close.
I felt him jerk inside me and he came, burying his head in my neck, saying my name like a prayer. I kept moving on top of him. His thumb suddenly pressed against my clit and I screamed as I came.
This time, my orgasm ripped me to pieces and I slumped against his chest, spent and content.
He wrapped his arms around me, stroking and kissing my hair. I don't know how long we sat like that, but eventually he pulled out of me and laid on his side, wrapping his body tightly around me. I snuggled into him and kissed his throat.
"I love you," I whispered.
He cupped my chin and tilted my face up, his beautiful eyes boring into mine.
"I love you too, Roza."
He kissed my lips softly, lovingly, as if he was telling me how much he loved me with this kiss. I kissed him back with an equal enthusiasm, but he pulled back before it could get too intense.
I cupped his jaw and pecked his lips one more time. His stubble was rough against my palm.
"I like this," I said, stroking his cheek.
"Then I might keep it."
I smiled and he kissed me again, as if he couldn't help himself. I closed my eyes when he put his forehead against mine, his breath blowing across my face.
"Do you want to shower?" he asked softly.
I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at my body with a small smirk playing on his lips. My breasts were stickly with the ice cream and there were still drops of the brown liquid on my thigh.
His eyes were hungry when they sought mine, that arrogant smile still plastered on his face.
I hit his chest and he laughed.
"You have to help me with that, since you are the one who caused it," I said.
His lips pulled into his full, breathtaking smile. My heart raced and I found myself looking forward to our shower and what we could do there...
"Gladly."