I kind of went overboard with this chapter but I'm pretty happy to finally be writing again. I don't owe Vampire Academy. Enjoy!
Chapter Three
RPOV
He chuckled against my lips, resting his forehead against mine. He gave me a final gentle kiss then took my hand and led me to the dining room. There was an impressive spread of pasta, garlic bread, and salad on the table. He pulled my chair out for me and sat beside me.
"I didn't expect the tears," he told me softly, smiling adoringly. "I hope you liked everything. I'm certainly happy with the dress." His eyes scanned down my body, full of love and lust before returning to my own eyes.
"A whole house for my eighteenth birthday?" I questioned, teasingly. "However are you going to top that next year?" He laughed and we began filling our respective plates to enjoy our first meal in our own house together.
"A whole house because we deserve some privacy in our lives together," he explained. "The clothes and necklace were the birthday presents. This," he gestured around, "is an important step in our life we're building with one another."
"It's perfect," I told him, after a heavenly bite of pasta, glancing around the semi-open floor plan. "Do I get a tour after lunch?"
"There was something else I had in mind," he smirked at me. "But after that, yes. You'll get a tour of our home." We ate mostly in silence as I took in as much of the house as I could see from my spot at the table. My eyes continued to fall back on Dimitri and he watched me thoughtfully.
The outside was stunning enough; almost a perfect replica of our cabin back at St. Vladimir's, just a bit larger. The inside was a perfect mixture of rustic cabin and modern home. The entire interior design screamed log cabin but the décor and furniture were what you'd find in any house. A mid-sized brown sectional sat in the middle of the living room, with orange throw pillows place strategically about. A cozy plaid blanket hung over the back of the couch, perfect for snuggling under. Bookshelves lined the far wall with Dimitri's western novels and both of our CD collections neatly placed on the shelves. An entertainment stand with a decent sized TV was situated against the wall across from the couch. I could see a few picture frames placed around but didn't know what pictures were in them yet. The kitchen contained all dark wooden cabinets and black appliances. A small island with a granite countertop bridged the small gap between the kitchen and dining room. The table we sat at was made of a dark, almost black wood and was the only furniture in this room. It held seating for eight people which didn't leave much room for anything else but would be necessary with how many dinners we were bound to end up hosting. I couldn't see any of the other rooms from here and was very much looking forward to my tour.
We finished up our lunch and I stood to help Dimitri clear the table but he gently shoved me back towards my chair by my shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and made quick work of putting the leftovers in the fridge and dishes in the sink. When he returned to the table, he didn't sit back down. He lifted me deftly out of my chair and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He gazed up into my eyes and I beamed down at him.
"What'd you have in mind for after lunch?" I whispered huskily, having an idea or two of my own. Both of his hands had been resting gently under my thighs but moved slowly upward. One stopped on my ass, squeezing firmly and the other traveled up my spine to wrap in my hair at the base of my neck. A small moan escaped my throat as he pulled my face to him, kissing me senseless and spinning us around so he could place me on top of the table. By this point, my dress had been hoisted to the top of my thighs, almost revealing the lacy black thong underneath. We pulled back to stare into each other's hungry eyes.
"I. Love. You. So. Much," he emphasized every word on its own and held my gaze.
"I love you more," I answered, earnestly. He smiled that beautiful smile and placed both large hands on my bare thighs. My own hands flitted to his shoulders, then slid forward towards the front of his black button up shirt to start revealing his perfect sculpted chest. His hands inched higher and higher oh so slowly until they met the edge of my dress and stopped. I shot him a look of annoyance as a single finger traced the hemline of my dress on the outside of my thigh. I undid the last button on his shirt and shoved it off of him almost aggressively, whimpering at the loss of his touch that I caused myself. He chuckled at my pouting face and leaned his face towards mine. His lips didn't meet mine and I moved to make it happen but he stilled me completely with one strong hand on my left hip. My fingers slowly traced the lines of his abs and he leaned towards the side of my head, warm breath tickling my cheek. He placed a soft kiss on my cheek, then my temple, the top of my ear. I moaned at the minuscule contact as he dropped lower, kissing my earlobe next, followed by my neck. He wrapped his arm behind my lower back, pressing himself between my open legs and deepened the kisses on my neck. He continued to nip and suck gently on the sensitive skin, lighting my whole body on fire as moisture pooled between my thighs. I jerked my hips forward to try to get some friction, all but colliding with Dimitri's denim-clad member. He stepped back and I gasped in surprise.
"Hey!" I complained. "Come back here." I hated how whiny I sounded but I needed him now. He shot me a devious smirk before unbuttoning his own jeans, dropping them to the floor and kicking them aside. I eyed his sexy, nearly naked body in a lust-filled daze and started to stand up from the table.
"Stay there," he said, so quietly I barely heard him. His intense gaze locked me in place and he approached me way too slowly for my liking. I started to complain again but my words caught in my throat from the intense look on his face. We'd been fucking like rabbits since I was cleared from my gunshot wounds but just then, he was looking at me as if it was the first time. He was finally back at the table, one hand on each of my knees, shoving them roughly apart and dropping to his own in front of me. His dark eyes met mine for only a second before his hands slid all the way up my thighs and under the short skirt of my dress. He was suddenly laser focused on my sex and I was entranced by his godlike features as he drank in the sight of my body eagerly. His fingers finally found the barely there underwear and he growled deep in his chest. His hand went higher, gathering my dress up to my ribs and leaving my lower half almost completely naked. I sprung back to life, ripping the dress over my head and flinging it towards the kitchen. We locked eyes again and grinned at each other like love sick puppies. If I didn't love him so damn much, I'd have been disgusted with myself. His eyes left mine first to drink in the sight of me, sitting on the table in nothing but a skimpy bra lace set of lingerie and black high heels. My hair was fanned out behind me so there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination. He gave me a wolf like grin, unhooking my bra and discarding it on the floor in one deft motion. The same hand flew to one breast, squeezing gently before rolling my nipple between his slender fingers while his head dropped to the other, sucking the erect, tender flesh into his mouth. I cried out in pleasure, throwing my head back and leaning back on my hands to press my chest more firmly against his mouth. His other hand stroked my hip a few times before finding itself between my legs, shoving the lace aside and plunging two fingers into my dripping core. I screamed, then moaned, then bucked my hips into his hand while he laughed against my nipple. His teeth dug into the sensitive flesh and I managed to lift one hand from the table to wrap it firmly in his hair, that he thankfully wore loose today.
"Fuck, Dimitri," I moaned his name as his lips shifted to my other breast leaving the now untouched side feeling cold and lonely. The only thing that keep me from complaining was his fingers moving in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I wrapped my legs around him as well as I could and tried to pull him closer. He wouldn't budge and I whimpered in protest. His thumb found my clit and began rubbing lazy circles as his fingers and mouth continued their welcomed assault on my most sensitive body parts. Stars began bursting behind my eyes. "I'm so close." And then he was gone. Well, not gone. But no longer touching me anywhere and that was worse.
"What the fu-" I started to say but he silenced me with a rough kiss on my lips. He settled back onto his knees between my still open legs and yanked the thong down my legs and over my still heeled feet and throw it aside. He picked up my legs and rested them on his shoulders. He leaned forward way to slowly for my liking so I hooked my ankles behind his head, pulling him in and thrusting my hips forward. He complied by running his tongue from the bottom of my opening to the top of my vulva. I gasped and collapsed back onto the table. I was jello beneath him. He smirked up at me as I lifted my head to watch him and blew a slow steady breath at my quivering sex. I shuddered with desire, the world turning hazy. His mouth finally connected fully with my clit, nipping and sucking it eagerly. My eyes rolled back in my head at the waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. One calloused hand splayed across my stomach and the other found my opening again, fingers moving in and out at a steady pace until I screamed in delight, bucking and arching against him. This time, he let me fall over the edge; my orgasm washed over me, filling every single nerve with bliss. He continued his maneuvers to help me ride it out as I spasmed and shook beneath his touch. He gave my clit on last gentle nibble and stood up, lifting my nearly limp body into his arms. He carried me into a different room and tossed me on the bed. He laid down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder and stroking my bare stomach. Once my breathing returned to a normal rate, I rolled over to look at him. He looked smug but still full of lust. I grinned at him, feeling dopey and traced the planes of his face.
"Holy shit, Comrade," I whispered. "That was incredible." He kissed my lips and I could taste myself on him. I groaned, suddenly remembering that while I had certainly gotten off, my lover had not. I placed my hand on his solid, muscular chest and slid it down to the top of his boxers. He grabbed my hand before I could wrap my hand around his thick shaft.
"If you touch me, there's no chance I'll last any longer than thirty seconds right now, Roza," he told me, voice strained and looking sheepish. I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and giggled softly, planting a kiss on his strong shoulder. He took several ragged, calming breaths and released my wrist. He removed his underwear now, revealing his long, erect member and I felt wetness rush from my core once again. He gently rolled me to my back, pushing my legs up on either side of his waist. His nimble fingers found my clit while he peppered my ample chest with kisses and love bites. I reached between us and lined his tip up with my entrance, using my feet against his tight ass to nudge him forward. His eyes flicked to mine, warm mouth sucking my left nipple and held his lower body still. His hand left my heat again and he propped himself up on his elbows over me, pushing my hair completely out of my face with both hands. The look on his face screamed worship. He tipped his hips forward ever so slightly, his manhood barely grazing my waiting sex, making me moan loudly. He kissed me with such passion, it was a wonder I didn't die and go to heaven right there.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Roza?" he growled softly in my ear. I bit my lip hard, moaning again as his words sent shivers down my spine.
"The same thing you do to me," I whispered back as moisture continued to pool between my legs. He met my eyes, raw passion written all over his face and finally drove into me with one swift shift of his hips. I made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a scream and clung to his shoulders, digging my freshly manicured nails in deep. He moaned into my neck and pulled almost all the way back out, only to deliberately slam his hips back to mine. I shifted under him, trying to push against him and gain that sweet momentum that would send us both to ecstasy, but I was pinned under his much larger form. All I could do was pull his face to mine and kiss him deeply. He returned my passion with his own, our mouths warring for dominance in a clash of tongues and teeth. Finally, he began to thrust in and out of me starting out slow but soon turning to a desperate speed. My hips bucked to meet his every movement and our sounds of pleasure and love filled the room. They might have even filled the whole house. I felt my orgasm coiling within me and saw Dimitri's face tense, knowing his release was nearing too. I bit down on his shoulder and he thrust into me roughly twice more, pushing me over the edge. He slowed his speed just enough to let me ride out my waves of pleasure. I moaned into his warm skin, nipping and sucking at his chest and shoulders, sneaking my hands down his back to firmly grasp his perfect gluts. He captured my lips once more, finally letting himself explode. His warm cum shot into me and we moaned into each other's mouths. I clawed at his back, butt, and shoulders while he nearly went limp over top of me. His body pressed gently to mine and he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, sloppily kisses my collarbone. He rolled himself off of me but grabbed my naked waist and pressed me against his side. I threw my leg over his stomach so I was more on top of him and starting laughing.
"What's so funny, my love?" his eyes danced with amusement, a satisfied smirk on his handsome face.
"Neither of us thought to take my shoes off," I held up my still heeled foot in his line of vision to prove my point. He raised one eyebrow.
"I intentionally didn't take your shoes off, Roza," he whispered directly against my ear, kissing the shell and chuckling when I flushed. "As much as I'd love to stay here like this for…well, forever, actually. We have somewhere we need to be." He sighed deeply, his face showing deep regret. My eyebrows knit together in confusion but I let him help me out of bed to start gathering our clothes anyway.
"Where are we going now?" I was full and sated and sleepy so I really didn't want to go anywhere. My curious nature betrayed me, regardless and I really wanted to know what was going on.
"To your final surprise for the day," he said ominously, helping me step back into my dress after I slid a not soaked through pair of panties and my lacy bra back on. He zipped me in, quickly dressed himself and held his hand out to me to walk out the door together.
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