Notes: I wrote this for a friend for her birthday with specific smutty bullet points to hit and it's safe to say, it was definitely a writing challenge/experience. I was pushed outside my comfort zone with writing but overall it really fun. It's by no means serious.
I might not leave this up but for the time being...uh, enjoy?
x
The car rolls lazily along the snow-dusted road, hugging the lake that gleams like a black pearl. There's no wind so the snow falls in a perfect rain, flitting past the window like confetti. The interior is plush, with heated seats and headrests, with enough room for a 6'7 Russian to be very comfortable due to Moroi customization. It's more luxury than the couple were used to enjoying, and for two Guardians who hadn't had a day off in four months, who had spent only a handful of minutes together in that time, it was the perfect start to their vacation.
Lissa, in the spirit of being a grateful friend, fair queen and sexy fairy godmother, had given them her private cabin on the lake. She had made sure the place was stocked with food, drinks, firewood, the hot tub fresh and the place sparkling. She even gave them a private car so they could start relaxing on the drive to their gateway, and Rose would appreciate all of this, had the stirrings to when she woke that afternoon excited, until the distraction of Dimitri's gift. A form of foreplay that now has her in some sort of sexual purgatory.
As a set rule neither of them wore black, black was an everyday colour, their uniform, so Dimitri dons dark wash jeans and a navy sweater – Rose had rolled her eyes but allowed it. She on the other hand is wearing red under her grey coat. A siren red, alluring, bold, and drawing attention to every curve of her body. It had been an act of pre-game, an act that actually said, 'game on'.
But Dimitri had done the same, hence now the sexual purgatory.
Fuck, she had been played.
He'd left the gift in her quarters, adjacent to the Royal suite, somehow making it past her and two others - that was the first act of foreplay. The second lay in the velvet pouch and sat proudly on her pillow with a handwritten note.
'Put these where I'll find them later.'
Rose stared at the three silver orbs, finding they were magnetic and blinked.
Then she smirked.
She knew without having to think too hard what she was supposed to do with them but still, it felt weird doing it. They weren't that big which took away the daunting edge. The first ball she could almost believe it wasn't there after gingerly pushing it inside herself but the second added more weight and then the third made the other two shift, the combined mass pressed on her muscles that automatically contracted.
It was…interesting. Not arousing, but interesting.
If anything, she thought, she was getting ahead in the kegel game, which was a pro, but other than the oddness of it she couldn't really see what the hype was about and suspected maybe it was a 'miss' instead of a 'hit' in their exploration of sex toys.
She was wrong.
Within ten minutes, the weight inside her was hard to ignore and a telling ache began spreading through her lower belly.
Within twenty minutes her clit throbbed dully, the ache needing soothed, as every step felt measured.
When she met Dimitri at the car there was a blush staining her cheeks and she felt…frazzled. He'd smiled knowingly and dipped to kiss her, respectful to the company of the driver. But when she climbed into the car his hand brushed roughly over her ass in a possessive act and it made the pressure between her thighs jolt.
Forty-five minutes later and it's all Rose can do to not squirm, not make a sound, and keep her legs pressed tightly together but even that she suspected was making it worse.
Dimitri holds her hand or rather she's holding his, her fingers locked tightly as she bites her bottom lip and concentrates on not looking at him.
He knows the eye contact would break both of their self-control.
Three weeks without seeing her, even phone calls had been scarce, and he felt borderline wild. And here, in the back seat, he tracked every frustrated shift she made, how she squeezed his hand in pulses as if mimicking what she felt, the colour on her cheeks and her rigid controlled breaths.
The magnetic balls would elevate her to a place of frustration without release, a maddening mix of pain and pleasure.
He bet she was already soaked, is almost rock-hard thinking about it – feeling her tense up as they went over a small bump in the road and imagined her tight and clenching around him.
Dimitri reaches forward, the sudden movement startling Rose from her concentration, and without a word, he pushes a button that seamlessly blends into the back of the driver's seat.
The divider begins to close.
"What are you doing, comrade?" She asks, voice low and hopeful, fingers gripping the leather beneath her.
Dimitri sinks back and just like he predicted, meeting those rich chocolate eyes is their undoing.
He reaches across and undoes the belt of her coat, "You seem uncomfortable, Roza. That's not how I want to start our weekend."
The grey parts to reveal a red dress and he makes a rough noise of appreciation.
"I think that's exactly what you wanted to do." She bats back, albeit a little breathless.
The hand that parted her coat traces along her thigh, appreciating the material, how it hugs her and beneath his touch she squirms again.
Dimitri gives her a wolfish grin and heat floods every part of her. "Would you like some relief or no?"
A part of her wants to banter back, wants to say something witty and colourful but what would be the point?
"Yes. I think you owe me."
She'd arched closer to him and straining one more inch had her lips pressing to his. A taste of what would satisfy the hunger, a drop against the drought – she hadn't felt so achingly in need of him in a long time. A different time, near a different cabin.
The kiss holds for a split second and then it changes, her hand slides around his neck, and his tongue parts her lips as he pulls her closer by the hip. Every movement sent a deep vibration of delicious need through the cradle of her hips, cresting at the apex between her legs. She clutches his shoulder, kisses turning rougher as she grows desperate. She shrugs off her coat, not breaking from his lips until he pulls her deftly into his lap, back to his chest and legs on either side of his.
The dress recedes up her thighs and the exposure, the boldness of it when another person is a few feet away, is intoxicating.
As was feeling him hard under her.
It had been too long.
Dimitri's lips are at her ear, "Quiet, Roza."
His fingers trail her outer thighs, then coast in and she can't be still, can't control her breaths, the pressure inside her had her in a vice. He pulls her dress up higher until it's pooled on her hips and dips his hand between her thighs. Dimitri's low groan in her ear makes her shudder and she feels herself getting wetter, dampening the new panties he cupped and rocked the heel of his palm against.
She was coiled so tightly it was almost enough and somehow so far away from being what she needed.
He slides his fingers beneath the satin, through her curls and when his touch meets the silken, wet skin there his mouth latches onto her neck. He was right, she was soaked. As the pad of his fingers brush her clit Rose's shoulders pushed back into his chest, confirming just how sensitive his toy had made her. Her breath catches in her throat, chest tightens before releasing a long, drawn-out moan. Dimitri doesn't tease, swirling the wetness around the bud and pressing down, his fingers purposeful as they part her, exploring the slick folds and it's the sweetest sigh of relief, a taut muscle being massaged, the most blissful kind of pain.
"Quiet or I'll stop." He taunts, and in an act of cruelty bucks his hips gently beneath her, assuring she knows exactly how close he is to taking her right here.
If he stopped, she'd likely die. Her heart would explode or some other important organ in her lower abdomen.
She can feel him smiling against her cheek, "Is that so?"
Fuck, she'd said it aloud.
"Dimitri, please." It comes out on a strained breath.
He widens his knees, parting her legs further and she shudders at the vulnerability of it, how thrilling it is, how completely maddening.
His fingers dip inside her and barely graze one of the magnetic balls but she jolts with a whimper. Dimitri's hand clamps over her mouth as his touch retreats north and begins the final assault.
Rose can't control anything within her body, how it reacts, how she sounds, how her mind blacks out. Her eyes roll back, her head falling into the crook of his shoulder, surrendering to it as Dimitri smothers her moans with one hand, whilst the other coax them from her, driving her higher until her entire body seizes, caught in the first impact of her orgasm. One rolling earthquake, followed by aftershocks that don't relent but become lazier.
Dimitri's hold lowers to her chin to tilt her face up, catching the whimper from her mouth with his tongue, tasting it.
She feels the result of her orgasm trickling down the curve over her backside, powerless to do anything.
Release hasn't helped – how hasn't it helped? Now she feels impossibly more sensitive, muscles tighter around the weight of the balls and pressure almost painful.
Dimitri shifts his legs closer together and that motion sends another tremor through her.
"This is a sadistic torture device." She says, meaning to sound more severe than spent.
She feels him smiling at her cheek, "That's entirely the point."
"I need to take them out."
"Not yet."
She manages to twist enough to glare at him, the sensitivity turning her frustration raw.
He kisses her lightly and repeats the order, "Not yet."
The sound of a throat clearing reaches back to them from the front of the car.
"We're approaching the Royal cabin."
Dimitri gets out first, beating the driver to the door and the bags. The less he had to attend the faster he'd drive away.
Rose takes a few moments to collect herself, taking deep controlling breaths that do little to nothing to help. In the end, it's sheer will that allows her to scoot achingly to the open door and step out. At least the cold was sobering.
She throws a 'thank you' over her shoulder as she beelines for the front door, digging out the keys Lissa has entrusted to her earlier and muttering curses under her breath. Every step induces a throb through her, deep and broad, and she prays she isn't walking like John Wayne with a firecracker in his pants.
As soon as she makes it past the door, into the entry hall and out of sight, she slumps against the wall.
Her panties are soaked, she's so uncomfortable, she feels half-wild, the dress she spent a month's wages on irritating her skin and on top of all of this – she's annoyed. She had a plan to tease him, seduce him, make him beg and now…now her knees are shaking and barely keeping her upright. She wriggles out of her coat, shedding the extra weight that's encasing the heat radiating from her body.
The sound of the bags hitting the floor and the door closing makes her lift her head.
Dimitri's a cutting figure of male pride, dark eyes glittering as they scan the state she's in, detailing the dress from this new vantage point – how her legs are trembling, how the neckline cradles the swell of her breasts, the bare hint of her nipples hardened under the material.
"I love you in red." He murmurs.
Rose tries to glare at him, but she's made of molten heat. The pressure inside her keeps her on that edge and the longer it does the more devoured by it she becomes. She wants to launch herself at him, but she doesn't trust her legs to comply.
If she could hold two brain cells together, she would have retorted, he wouldn't like it when she saw red.
Her chest rises and falls, heavy breaths bordering on pants. Dimitri's eyes have paused on the movement and the lack of action, the lack of appeasing anything happening inside her pushes her to make a play.
Putting her weight back on shoulders, she bows her body forward and drags her dress up over her hips. Dimitri's eyes darken, the glint consumed by a possessive hunger as Rose hooks her fingers in her thong and pulls it down.
The air on her bare skin is acute and her eyes prick, breath catching.
Dimitri notes it all.
And then in two steps, he's walled her in, sliding her underwear down further until it drops past her knees and puddles at her ankles.
"Have we had enough fun with the toys?" He asks, fingertips skating toward her inner thigh.
"Yes." Rose says. A plea.
Dimitri's other hand slides around her throat, using the purlicue to tilt her chin up to him as he brushes ever so lightly over her clit. A tremor goes through her entire body, even the mewling noise that leaves her throat wobbles.
"Should I take them out?"
"Yes."
"And then?"
His voice has a dark pull to it, silken and simmering and then the entire time her eyes have been locked with his. He presses harder on the bundle of nerves, and she twitches.
"Use your imagination, comrade."
He kisses her with force, a claiming kiss laced with possessiveness and utter devotion. His fingers slip down and press inside her until they encounter the metal surface. Rose whimpers but he doesn't break from her lips, won't let her, as sinfully he applies the barest amount of pressure, his thumb circling her clit so stars dot behind her eyes.
And just when she thinks she'll collapse he pinches an orb and draws it out. The magnetic link causes the other two inside her to shift, to follow, massaging against the taut muscles and leaving her quaking on the very verge of coming again. She gasps when the last one leaves her, the hollow ache sounding through her at the emptiness. However, the lack of pressure hands the reins of her body back to her. Her arms loop around his neck and she spears through his lips with her tongue, demanding, no longer half wild but fully. Dimitri lifts her onto his hips and walks swiftly down the hallway, looking for the first available surface which happens to be a marble counter in the kitchen.
He sets her down, the pressure on her pelvis agitates the ache, sending a fierce bolt up her spine and she bites down on his lip, clawing at his clothes. It's a frenzy of pulling his sweater off, unsnapping his belt as her teeth nip across the muscled plane of his chest, the cool surface under her pressing where she's unbearably hot. Dimitri pushes her back and begrudgingly she complies, but only as far back as to be propped on her elbows. He spreads her legs wide, expression creasing with a pained desire as he pulls his cock free from his boxers.
At the desperate noise she makes, his eyes lift from where she's bared, to find her gaze trained on where he fists himself.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
She can't reply, blind to anything but how badly she needs him and when he runs the tip of his cock through her slick folds, her eyes flutter closed. He could ask for anything right now and she'd be willing.
"Do you want me here?" He asks, his accent roughing his already husked voice. He bends her knee back further, tilting her pelvis, and she moans as his thumbs caresses the short path from her pussy to her ass, "Or here. I can put the toys back, imagine how full you'll feel with them and me."
Her brain is short-circuiting, a riot of need leaving her speechless so she can only reach down and show him.
The tip of cock presses into where she wants him, how wet she is making the slide seamless despite how tight her muscles have contracted.
Dimitri grunts in surprise at the sensation and then completely enthralled as he watches every inch taken by her, how Rose falls back against the counter, one hand fastening to her scalp as she pants through it.
"Good girl." Dimitri praises through his teeth.
Her muscles are fluttering wildly around him and he thinks she must be on the cusp of coming. He hadn't thought edging her would be this intense, more so than he intended.
Beneath him, around him, she trembles, "I need to -"
"I know. I know."
He fills her to the hilt and takes another steadying breath, electricity running in a current up and down his spine. He draws himself up, hand curling under her thighs, eyes darting from her flushed face to where he's buried in her – and then he moves. Withdrawing out of that tight warmth to bury himself in it again, the taught sensation encompassing his cock and the purest pleasure he would ever have.
Every thrust is the sweetest touch of bliss, a soothing stroke against the deep ache, teasing out the tension coiled tight in her tender muscles. It isn't long before Rose cries out, a noise of desperate release, pulsating so strongly around him he swears and loses all threads of concentration or higher consciousness associated with man.
Dimitri pounds into her, the noise of skin slapping, guttural moans and short cries filling the empty cabin.
Her body has been ravaged, her orgasm flaying every nerve and muscle. She'd come so hard she felt her eyes prick and water, either from the strain of how hard they rolled back, or release was just that vital. And still, Dimitri is moving inside her, so the after-shocks dissolve into lapping waves, waves that begin to rush back and forth. She doesn't know if her orgasm ever ended or simply softened to then sharpen once again.
But when Dimitri folds her legs together, locking his arms around her knees as he presses them to his chest, and leans over her – the angle is devastating and she is lost.
Dimitri's thrusts relent, his cock sliding in and out of her at a more delicate pace and he places a hand on her cheek, thumb brushing the wetness there.
"Roza?"
She pries her eyes open, has to blink away the blur, and when her sight clears, she sees her own body trembling, the effect of raw ecstasy gripping her. She finds his eyes and then turns her face to press a kiss to his hand, expressing what she doesn't have the breath to say. And then she peeks up at him, taking his thumb between her lips and sucking hard.
Later she'll be proud of how his expression shutters, the sound that rumbles from his throat but for now she's too focused on how he slides out to the very tip, letting her feel the absence of him, before returning in one smooth glide that has her lips unclamp.
"Can you handle more?" He asks, eyes thrumming with pride and carnal possession and in these moments, she's overwhelmed by how adored she is. How she is nothing less than beautiful in his eyes – that he would throw himself in front of her even though he shouldn't.
She is entirely his.
And he is entirely hers.
Her skin is alight as she grins, "Yes."
His large hand slips behind her head and pulls her up, her legs locking around his waist as his pace resumes and he can smother her moans with his mouth. It's almost too much to handle, for a body to hold, as she grips his shoulders and her fourth orgasm in an hour rips through her and rings her for all that she's worth. She says his name in a fractured voice and Dimitri comes with a shout, his large body shuddering against her as she holds onto him.
Dimitri carries her to the bedroom and it's a good thing too as her legs are made entirely from jelly, her muscles languid and her head full of cotton. He lays her on the bed as he collects the bags from the hall and when he returns, she's gathered the strength to open her eyes.
To her delight he's lost his trousers and somehow she still has it in her to be excited by the sight of his strong thighs and the contoured side of his ass. His was arguably nicer than hers…arguably.
He catches her appraisal and raises an eyebrow.
She smirks, "You have a really nice ass, Belikov."
He laughs quietly. "No one's ever told me that before."
"Really? Not even me?"
"No."
"I must be hypnotised by it every time I see it and it renders me speechless."
"Except for now?"
Her smirk widens. "You fucking me senseless has short-circuited a few things."
He prowls forward and a thrill shoots through her exhausted body. "Is that the key? Fucking you senseless and then you'll reveal all your secrets?"
"I can't say for sure…we might have to conduct more research."
He leans down over her, hands bracing by her head. "Noted."
His lips brush hers, feather light before she opens her mouth for him to deepen it. Those sensitised parts of her flutter and she all but purrs as his tongue sinks past her lips, sliding against hers. He peels her dress up over her head and takes a moment to appreciate the bra he knows to be new, fingers tracing the satin until Rose's nipples pucker and he takes them between his teeth. Then he pries that from her body and just when she's preparing to go again, he leans back.
He smirks at her pout, taking her hands and drawing her up. It brings attention to the stickiness between her thighs, not entirely pleasant anymore.
"I thought we could shower and then make use of the hot tub."
Rose perks up at that, remembering the three new bikinis she'd brought. Normally she wouldn't have indulged in those and a new dress – but Lissa hadn't shut up about the jet power, the built-in sound system and how the lights change to match the mood of the music.
"That sounds great."
Hand in hand, naked and bliss hanging over them they stroll into the connected ensuite and pause.
"Who the hell needs a jacuzzi when they have this?" Rose gapes.
The rest of the cabin (that she'd been able to take in as having your brains fucked out had rendered her Guardian skills of logging surroundings moot) was dark walnut wood, green and gold fixtures to commemorate the Dragomir rule – but the bathroom was like something from a lavish hotel in Vegas.
The sunken bath was more like a pool that could easily fit Dimitri twice over, a walk-in shower that occupied a quarter of the space that they had to step up into, his and her sinks with a mirror running the wall above it. The mosaic tiles beneath their feet were beginning to heat, fragments of marble and sandstone, flecked with every colour. Dimitri reaches for the light dial and dims the spotlights, causing those flecks of colour to glitter.
"Being the Queen's favourite is finally paying off."
Dimitri chuckles, "Don't tell her I agree with you."
She leads him deeper into the chamber, awe still clinging to her and then she catches sight of them in the mirror.
She'd always thought there was something poetic about her body, an ode that arose from her shoulders to her feet, trailing the soft curves, the disciplined planes, an intricate story between beauty and power, how they could be the same and separate. Dimitri's large hands slide around her waist, watching her watch herself, and then them. Drinking in his towering presence, the broadness of his shoulders, his dark hair loose, the muscle honed from skill and patience. A body that had taught her how to better defend herself and others, then taught her things about herself.
They were beautiful together, it was borderline illegal, and she took so much pride in that. Dimitri could be humble enough for them both, so there really wasn't any use feeling guilty about vanity - they balanced each other.
Except for how he was looking at her now, his reflected eyes travelling appreciatively down over her and without the pressure weighing low in her belly, she can smirk smugly at that look. She pulls away from his hold, making a point of strolling slowly toward the shower and inspecting the valves, bending forward and looking back over her shoulder.
"There's a rainforest setting."
He's not even pretending to listen and to her delight, he's almost hard again.
One Dhampir physical resiliency they left out of class – the refractory period is short. But she liked to believe 80% of it was the desire for her and the way he looked at her felt like evidence.
It had taken almost a year for them to relax completely into their sex life, more so for him due to the dark patch of Siberia hanging over his head, and she had been more than understanding. They had taken it slow when care was required, the closeness more important, they had found moments where they laughed during the act, then stolen minutes as duty became more demanding, where it would be quick, fast and desperate. And when duty separated them they ventured into dirty talk over the phone, hidden notes in bags, notes that then came with items.
When he had stowed a bullet vibrator into her carry-on, she had stared at it in shock until Lissa knocked on the door and broke her out of it. The shock turned to anticipation, into excitement, and later when the phone was cradled to her ear, Dimitri's voice was sinful as he detailed what he'd be doing if he were there, as she moved the bullet against herself.
She found out he liked control in the bedroom, he liked to be dominant, and it has taken him a while to find his confidence with it again. To be assured she wouldn't be frightened of him, remember a version of him that had been dark and twisted, capable of harm. But he didn't have to worry, although it wasn't as easy as telling him so, so she showed him.
She liked submitting to him. She liked knowing that she was just as much in control as he was but there was so much gratification in being told how he wanted her, what he wanted her to do, asking her how it felt, telling her how she feels – it didn't feel like being lesser.
It felt like worship.
Even when she was the one on her knees.
"I think," He begins, holding a hand out to her and indicating she should retrace her steps. "In order to get the full effect, we need to be a little messier."
Her fingers reach his, lazily sliding together. "Oh?"
Dimitri hums, bending to kiss her and then says against her lips, "I think you should be covered in me."
Then he uses their linked hands to spin her so she's facing the mirror and he walks them toward it. Rose's blood begins to sizzle at the sight of her naked body, his behind her, broad and muscled and feeling him hard at her lower back. She catches the edge of the counter and in the mirror, Dimitri's gaze stays trained on hers.
He nudges at her thighs, a silent order, and her stance widens a little. His fingers leave hers to trail up her arm, leaving tingles in their wake, tracing over her collarbone before pressing lightly around her throat, holding her there. She watches him consider her, the pride always fixed in his eyes, as his other hand splays at her stomach and presses down on the lower part.
She reacts slightly, the pressure igniting those sensitive muscles.
"Did I edge you too hard?"
She licks her lip. "No."
"No?"
"You made it worth it." She says, holding his dark gaze but quickly adds, "But to do it now would be a punishment I don't deserve."
He smirks. "No, you certainly don't."
His other hand coasts up and cups her breast and her eyes flutter closed. Those magnetic toys had been ruining, every sensitive point and tip of her body affected, including her breasts and even under this touch that was, by all means, gentle – her toes curl.
"Tell me what you want."
She measures her shallow breaths, eyes still closed, one hand circling her neck, the other pinching her nipple. "I want you to bend me over and fuck me. I want to watch in the mirror and I want you to see how much you missed me."
She feels him lower his head but still jerks when his breath fans her jaw. "Show me how you can take me in your mouth first."
She doesn't hesitate. His hold slackens as she turns to him, but he moves to the side so that when she kneels he has a view of their profiles. He gathers her long dark hair, twisting it around one hand.
Rose looks up at him from beneath her lashes, holding him in both hands as she takes his head into her mouth, tasting them both there. Dimitri's grip tightens, another silent signal to not take her time. Rose drops her gaze as she takes him deeper, tongue pressing along the base as she drops one hand, the other rotating at the base until he touches the back of her throat.
Dimitri hisses through his teeth and it's the sweetest satisfaction to her ears.
When she looks up again, he's watching her in the mirror, so she enhances the show. She grips her breast with her free hand, moaning around him as she moves faster, pleasure sparking from the sensation of touching herself while taking him in her mouth and trying not to think about what it must look like, to pout over not being able to see herself.
His hold on her hair draws her to a stop but it's only so he can take over. His cock slides over her tongue, hitting the back wall of her throat where he holds himself and it's all she can do to breathe through her nose, and look up at him through watering eyes.
His hair has fallen forward, framing his eyes that burn like hot coals. "You look so good when you take me. Hold me there, milaya."
She does, and she does it well.
Dimitri groans and pulls himself back. Rose takes care to hollow her cheeks and it draws a cuss from him.
He adjusts his hold on her hair, loosening it a little, as he sinks forward again, "Touch yourself as I fuck your mouth."
She whimpers, hand diving between her thighs, cautiously rubbing over her sensitive clit as Dimitri moves between her lips. She's soaked, with her cum, with his, from her fresh arousal and the need is building back up and spreading the ache through her pelvis.
And without warning, he pulls out of her mouth and draws her up, crashing his mouth to hers, tongue stroking and seeking as his fingers cradle her tender jaw, before turning her back to the mirror where his hand presses between her shoulders.
Rose finally gets to watch – taking in her swollen lips, flushed cheeks, the god of man positioning himself behind her, hand on her lower back as she braces against the counter. Her reflection smiles at her, eager, anticipating.
Dimitri swats her ass before gripping it tightly in his hand, fingers carving indentations and Rose gasps, a delicious anticipation thrumming through her. He loved her ass and had so many ideas of fun things they could do with it, later he'd ensure a handprint was branded there but for now, he keep hold of it as the head of his cock sinks into her, watching her eyes close and her lips part in the mirror, relishing every inch she takes until his hips are pressed tightly to her.
"Yes." She sighs on a quivering breath, bearing back into him, lifting onto the balls of her feet.
Dimitri begins to thrust - short, hard strokes, keeping him deep. He keeps her head tilted back, every flicker of pleasure on her face read, incensing him, bared to them both in the mirror as he fucks her.
Unlike earlier she doesn't feel at the mercy of the pleasure but rides it, taking it and revelling in it. One of her favourite positions and made even better by the added prop. Being able to see Dimitri moving, seeing him watch where they meet as she feels every impaling enhanced everything, heightened it and every sound from her throat echoed ecstasy. Her breasts bounce until she takes one in her hand as Dimitri suddenly pulls her leg up to position her knee on the counter, baring her forward so her hand splays on the mirror, and when he thrusts again it hits the deepest spot in her and a fractured cry leaves her throat. Dimitri chases that sound and doesn't relent until Rose let out a half-scream as release crashes through her.
And like every time he gives that to her, it taps into something primal within him, something he could never express wholly but encompasses how fiercely he loves her, how proud he is to be with her, to share this, to have this strong, passionate and beautiful creature love him back, choose him, over and over again.
He slams into her harder, fingers lacing into her hair to keep her head lifted so he can watch her face as the blush spreads down her neck and chest. He relents only for a moment to slide his hand from where it gripped her ass cheek to circle the tight little hole above where he's buried. Rose gasps, opening her eyes to find his, still locked in the vice like grip of pleasure rolling through her as he presses in.
Rose shudders, "Oh god."
Her muscles clamp around his cock, his finger, and it fuels him to resume his pace until the ferocity of his release barrels through, and he pulls out of Rose, coming over her lower back and ass, making a mess of her, as he braces a hand to the counter to steady himself.
Their ragged breath twins and if Rose wasn't slumped over a counter she would have collapsed.
He didn't often pull out but sometimes the urge took him, sometimes he enjoyed seeing her covered in him. Rose didn't mind, she thought there was something naughty about it and it was a thrilling secret, being marked by him.
She reaches back to touch his face, then clasps his neck, shuddering as there's a warm trickle runs the curve of her cheek. His hold on her hair unwinds but he places it over her shoulder, so it spills down her chest.
She swallows, "Four months apart and that's…five orgasms now. I think we're right on track to make up the time."
"I am nothing if not pragmatic." He says roughly, kissing her.
They shower quickly, the effort of standing up depleting the appreciation of twelve different settings, five different sprays and surrounding jets. Although soaping each other up makes them stall for a few moments, water-soaked kisses indulgent as steam rolls around their wet bodies pressed against each other.
Rose could have been so easily convinced to another round, to kneel, to press up against the cool tiles and let him take her whatever way he wanted. But Dimitri doesn't steer things that way, aware that she must be overly sensitive by now, that they had days to fill, and these moments of being tender, slow, are more fleeting than most.
Back in the suite Dimitri pulls on plain black shorts, sees to the hot tub settings and then disappears to the kitchen to get them some drinks. Rose lays out her options on the bed. The red bikini seems like a no-brainer, the colour is great on her, the cups accentuate her cleavage and the bottoms are barely enough material to keep her covered. There's the black, with fine chains making up shoulder straps, one that hangs down to her navel and the bottoms have the same chain décor that hugs her hips. And last, there's a rich purple that depends on being tied together, between her breasts, and over her hips and also alludes to the fact she could so easily be unwrapped.
She hears Dimitri in the hall and snatches up the options and scurries into the bathroom.
She decides on the purple and tosses her hair up into a bun, dabbing on more lip stain and sauntering out into the bedroom.
The hot tub is on the veranda adjacent to the suite and it boasted a brilliant few of the lake. Rose slides her feet into her boots, keeping the towel around her as she slides open the glass door and the braces for the cold.
Dimitri's already in the water, hair slicked back, eyes closed, head tilted up as the near-silent jets make the water roil around him.
Rose forgets the cold as she stares and thinks, God, I am so lucky.
His eyes crack open, and it breaks her out of her trance. He watches her approach, knowing she takes her time unwrapping the towel before ascending the steps. She reaches out for his hand as she steps down into the hot water.
"I like this." He says, winding the tie between her breasts around his finger.
She smirks, "I thought you would."
Dimitri hands her a tall glass complete with a straw and orange slice on the side. She raises her eyebrows, and he just nods to it, urging her to take a sip. Surprise and then delight colour her face and finds himself smiling.
"Is this a tequila sunrise?"
"Yes." He shifts her on his lap as the condensation rolls down the glass. "I remembered you told me that during your sabbatical into the human world - " she snorts. "That you and Lissa enjoyed these at college parties."
"Oh, we enjoyed them, alright." She grins, taking another long pull and then leans in to kiss him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, milaya."
And it hits her in force that they're here together, no interrupts, no demands, nobody to pull their attention from each other. That they had days of this and he'd remembered something so small, something she'd mentioned in passing as part of a bigger story but he'd tucked the information away.
Rose's fingers feather his cheek, and she leans in to press her lips to his.
"I love you."
She feels him smile. "I love you, too."
In the time it takes Rose to drink her cocktail and Dimitri to finish three fingers' worth of whiskey, they've talked about everything and nothing. Above them the night's sky is littered with stars, wispy clouds dragging by without a care and the snow had thankfully ceased at some point when they'd been wrapped up in each other inside. The lake is impossibly vast and still, a quiet beauty peacefully watching on and setting a large boundary between them and the world.
Rose finds the controls for the hot tub and after putting on a one-woman show to two Britney songs Dimitri wrestles the remote from her.
"Boooo, I don't want to listen to Russian disco."
"That was one time and it was part of telling you the reason behind – "
"Booooo!" She repeats until he reaches for her, trying to tickle her and she begins shouting, "There lived a certain man in Russia long ago - big and stroNG, his eyes a flaming glow OKAY, STOP. STOP!"
He drags her back to one of the seats as she giggles. And then suddenly it's not so funny that she's straddling his lap, the tequila tingling through her veins. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth as her hands slide over his jaw. Rose holds control of the kiss, tipping his head back, teasing her tongue across his lips until he growls with impatience and she dips into his mouth.
Dimitri takes hold of the tie between her breasts and slowly begins pulling. She feels the top slacken and pulls back so she can watch him peel the wet material aside so it hangs limply from her shoulders. The heat that has nothing to do with the water curls through her and contrasts with the cold night air whispering over her shoulders. The water bubbles around the undercurve of her breasts and she watches Dimitri's expression darken as her nipples pebble..
When he takes one between his teeth it's another layer of sensation and she gasps. He holds her securely, lips, teeth and tongue exploring.
"Perfekt." He whispers against her skin, ascending kisses up her neck as he palms her breasts, kneading gently.
Rose leans into the lazy bliss, letting the stress and responsibilities that have been her burden for years flit away in the breeze. Nothing else matters but them and now. She turns her face to catch his lips, kissing sweetly and slowly.
"I want you."
His hands cradle her face, dark eyes magnetic but his voice is soft, "Again? Are you sure?"
"Yes." And she leans in to whisper one of the things she'd been fantasying about for weeks, "I want to ride you."
He sucks in a sharp breath, and she bites her lip, wading back, lightly holding his hand and coaxing him toward the steps. Stepping up out of the water is polarising and the notion to be sexy flees her head as she runs across the frosted wood. Behind her, Dimitri chuckles to himself.
Inside he hears the water running and follows the sound to the ensuite where Rose is already under the show spray, sluicing off the chlorine water. He kicks off his shorts, embers of desire crackling low and white hot in him as he tracks every rivulet of water streaming over her curves. She smiles at him, that knowing sultry smile, as he steps in, and her words repeat in his mind.
I want to ride you.
Rose's gaze drops south, and she licks her lip, "Your pragmatism is showing, comrade."
He laughs quietly, arm sliding around her waist and pulling her wet body flush to his.
When he begins backing her against the wall Rose breaks from his mouth, "Hey, this was supposed to be for cleansing purposes only."
Her back presses to the cool tile and his tongue follows the water rolling down her neck.
"Dimitri."
"Are you tender, Roza?" He asks, voice rough silk as he sinks to his knees in front of her.
Rose's stomach flips, nails digging into his shoulders and she admits, "A little."
He looks up at her and she's hit by how fucking gorgeous he is, dark hair, dark eyes, sharp jaw, lips darker from her kisses and her bite.
He kisses her thigh, still holding her gaze. "Tell me what it felt like."
"I thought it was obvious, I was beyond horny."
He smirks, "Rose."
She looks away, blinking rapidly, trying to gather coherent words to form an informative sentence.
"Uh, it felt like… pressure, how you feel when you're inside me but there wasn't friction and it just kept getting more intense." Dimitri kisses low on her navel and she wills herself not to look down. "I couldn't feel them at first, but by the time I was meeting you at the car I could and it just kept getting stronger. I needed something to happen, like when you know you have an itch that needs to be scratched. When you need to pee and you can't, it was like denying that kind of instinct. I think if I had to leave them in any longer without relief I would have started crying."
She feels him look up at her and finally looks down.
"From the frustration." She clarifies, remembering how her eyes had pricked when they'd finally fucked on the counter.
Dimitri considers this, her. "And did you like it?"
Heat floods through her hips, pooling in the tender cradle. "Yes."
He smiles and it's entirely sin.
Rose swallows, knowing she's let herself in for it again.
Dimitri's hands slide from her waist to her backside, "Are we going to play with you here?"
The surprise of pressure, the pleasure, when he pressed into her ass flashes through her body in a sensory memory.
The question made her blood fizz with nervous excitement. They hadn't ventured beyond fingers or her vibrator– his earlier question, when she was splayed on the counter, would have required more preparation, for him to leave her to collect lube, to be slow and she wouldn't been able to handle it. But now, imaging how he would feel if he filled her there, how erotic and sensual it would be and then adding the weight of those balls in her pussy…
Rose nods and Dimitri's eyes become incredibly dark.
"Now?" She asks hopefully.
He chuckles. "No." And when her face drops, he hastens on, "We have days, Roza, and after hearing how tortuous it was, I should kiss you better."
And before she can say anything else Dimitri's mouth is on her.
Within two days they've more than made up for the drought. They don't dress, the extent of being clothed for Rose is donning one of Dimitri's shirts or sweaters. He pulled on his trousers to cook otherwise he stayed in his boxers.
Rose finds herself musing over the thought of the deep clean that the cabin will need to have, and perhaps a priest swinging one of those smoking canters, as they've successfully defiled nearly every surface.
She'd gotten her fantasy of riding Dimitri after he worked her up again with his tongue and then she'd gotten her second fantasy of riding him reverse cowgirl. Her ass was almost red raw after that and still, there was a lingering handprint.
Dimitri's neck bore marks from her teeth and lips, one errant one on his thigh she doesn't remember doing.
If honeymoons were like this, then she might reconsider the idea of being married before twenty-five. Maybe.
The end of their stay creeping closer was like a dark cloud on the horizon and Rose couldn't help but think it was more than just disappointment at the bubble ending. It was a stronger feeling, almost twining with resentment, so she pushed it away, determined to enjoy the present whilst it was here. And yet, in those places between dreaming and sleep, her body so exhausted from his, she couldn't help but think about him leaving for New Zealand with Christian for a month. That there was no time planned for them after he got back – it would be back to snatching scraps.
But most of the time she was preoccupied with wondering when he'd initiate that devilish plan, to straddle purgatory and heaven. They'd packed a few other toys, a vibrator and a cock ring and whilst their sex life had transcended beyond anything she could have dreamed – there was still the last summit she wanted to climb. So badly.
And Dimitri knew.
It struck her so clearly when she was brushing her teeth – he'd been edging her again.
Game. Fucking. On.
She rinses her mouth and bolts into the bedroom, snatching up one of her bags she had yet to touch and beelines back into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later she was in lingerie, red satin and thigh highs, combing out her hair and applying the barest hint of lip stain. Her eyes were constantly bright here, cheeks kissed with colour – orgasms were the best skincare routine.
She positions herself in the middle of the bed, lights turned down low, provisions on the bedside table, takes a deep breath and then calls for him.
Dimitri rounds the top of the stairs and stops short.
He would never tire of her body, the allure as sharp and keen as ever, the hunger for her insatiable, and seeing her now, temptingly wrapped like a present with red ribbon – he feels starved.
Rose holds her pose, trying not to squirm under his stare as he prowls toward the bed or giggle when he spots the bottle on the bedside table. The velvet pouch beside it.
He smirks, "Something tells me you have a strategy planned."
Rose shifts, spreading her legs to span the outside of his as she slides across the bed toward him. His trousers are slung low on his hips, those carved lines pathing the way to what she wants.
"Fail to prepare, prepare to fail and all that." She murmurs, unfastening his trousers.
His fingers touch her cheekbone as she drags his clothes down, placing a kiss on his hip bone, the mark on his thigh and then to the tip of cock.
Dimitri hisses lowly and without giving him a moment to orientate to the sensation, she takes him quickly in her mouth. His body rocks and he swears as Rose works him to the back of her throat, and then back, teeth grazing his head. His fingers lace in her hair as she moves, feeling him get rock hard in her mouth, her name said in benediction, until he pulls her away.
His cheeks are tinted pink, eyes so dark they could be black and he crashes his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss as they descend onto the bed. He lavishes her neck and chest with attention, nipping, licking and sucking. He unfastens her bra and lets out a growl, clamping her breast in his hand as he takes the tip between his teeth.
"So beautiful." She hears him mutter and then he's off her, reaching for the items to the side.
Rose's heart jolts and there's a sharp pulse between her legs as Dimitri tips the balls out of the pouch, the metal clinking in his palm. Holding her eye he hooks his fingers into her panties, the part already damp and hot, and drags them down. She lifts her hips to make it easier and hopes the roughness hasn't ruined them.
Completely naked she splays her legs for him and revels in the shift of his expression, how desire almost looks like pain.
"Tell me how fucking lucky I am." He orders quietly.
Rose's breathing is shallow but she smiles, "You're so fucking lucky."
"Good girl."
He braces over her, lips grazing hers, tongue teasing, as he reaches between the and inserts one orb into her. He's careful, pressing it in deeper, and then the second, and then the third which causes Rose to whimper and shift her hips.
"How does it feel?"
She bites her lip, a touch of desperation in her eyes. "Good."
He grabs a pillow and lifts her to slip it under the small of her back and then settles over her. He kissed her, letting the sensation of the pressure set in, letting her arousal climb until her nails are raking across his skin and then he works down her body. He shows attention to each pillowy swell, tongue swirling around the sensitive tips, carving a path down her toned stomach, smiling as her palms press on his shoulders urging him on, and when he reaches her pussy he groans.
"You're so wet." He murmurs, his breath fanning the area and making her shiver.
Gently he teases her clit with the tip of his tongue until she's panting and pleading.
He reaches for the bottle, pooling lube into his palm and working the cool liquid over himself as Rose watches from under her lashes. She's too full of need, splitting at the seams with it, she forgot how strong it was, how it made her feel almost powerless to do anything to appease it. There's no room to be nervous as Dimitri tilts her hips up and pours the lube onto to her ass, working it around the tight entrance.
"Are you ready, milaya?"
She cups her breasts, craving sensation, and nods.
Dimitri's hands curl around the back of her knees and push her legs back a little more, further apart and she's so deliciously vulnerable. So wonderfully displayed for him.
Dimitri rubs the head of his cock over her ass and she twitches. "Try to relax, Roza, you need to let me in."
Rose closes her eyes, concentrating on breathing and one by one her muscles relax as much as they can. Those inside her aching core have contracted around the metal, the lightest pulsing sensation emitting from them. Dimitri's cock eases in slowly and she moans, squeezing her breasts tighter.
"Fuck." He exhales. "Fuck."
Her clit is throbbing and it's every ounce of willpower she has to remain still and relaxed, her body flushing with the effort. Dimitri eases in deeper, deeper still and she's trembling, sensations wracking her body.
And then his hips finally meet hers and they both exhale loudly.
"Oh fuck." She whimpers.
"I wish you could see how you look." He says thickly and she finally opens her eyes.
Dimitri's face shines with palpable desire, adoration and pride. The pulses inside her are getting stronger, the unfamiliar feel of him filling her ass, a fullness and pleasure she's never experienced.
It's all too much.
"Does it hurt?"
She shakes her head, breathless, "No."
A low rumble sound from his chest and slowly he retreats, the pull causing her to gasp and when he pushes back in she's writhing.
"God, please. Please."
He takes hold of her hips, stilling her. "That feels too good."
He repeats the motion, once, twice and then she might be sobbing before he finally sets a pace. Dimitri fucks her in slow, steady strokes, watching her raptly. From her open mouth delivering breathy moans, to where she clutches her soft breasts, her pussy gleaming above where his cock slides in and out of her ass.
He's ablaze with possessiveness and devotion, love and lust.
"Dimitri." She whimpers and he meets her eyes, "Harder."
His fragile control shatters.
He falls over her, hitching her legs high on his waist, feeling the hot centre of her kiss his skin as she cries out at the change of position. He gives her what she asked for.
Rose feels everything: every inch of him slamming into her, every movement of the balls inside her, how wet she is, how sensitive her nipples are, his grips on the sheets above her head and somehow she takes it. Somehow her body harnesses all this pleasure and then detonates with it. She comes so hard she blacks out, a wild cry leaving her throat as she seizes and clenches. It's like she leaves her body and yet is anchored to it. She hears Dimitri shout but she can't find her way back, gripped by pleasure rushing through her in unrelenting waves.
She'd arched off the bed beneath him, her skin slick and body shaking so much he was momentarily stunned by the reaction - and then he's slammed back into the grip of how she fucking feels. And it isn't long before comes after her.
They lay in a heap of sweaty trembling limbs until he pushes up to kiss her temple, gently easing out and asking if she's okay.
Blearily she looks up at him and nods.
A while later when they've recovered somewhat Rose pushes up onto her elbow with a conspirative look.
He eyes her, "What could you have possibly thought of now?"
She smirks.
"I was thinking what do you think…would happen if – " The smirk broadens and he raises his eyebrows, "we put them inside you?"
She suppresses a nervous laugh, watching his face and to her surprise, he looks…thoughtful.
"Interesting." He finally says and to Rose's delight, she sees another summit on the horizon.