Author's Notes:
In the interest of time, no editing has been done to this chapter. Please be kind regarding any mistakes.
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As Dimitri knelt on the bed between my feet, I watched his face above me. He snapped a few more pictures and then pulled the camera down to look at my face and chest. He appeared to be trying not to look, but his eyes flicked down to my drenched slit. The breath went out of him and he said, "You don't need any lubricant; do you?"
I shook my head gently. "No."
His voice got husky and his accent became thicker as he asked, "Is that from being with me?"
I breathed, "Yes."
"I need to photograph you, but I want to touch you."
His words made my whole body feel like it was on fire. "Then touch me."
Dimitri let out a startled breath and his eyes drank in just how truly ready for him my slick core was. As my eyes watched his, which were watching my body, there was no denying how much I wanted him or how much he wanted me. I felt like the temperature in the room skyrocketed as the seconds continued to tick by.
Dimitri reached a tentative hand towards my center, then paused. Regret and pain shown in his face.
"I can't," he told me, shaking his head and turning away. Dimitri backed off of the bed and stood, setting his camera down after turning his body from me completely.
I scoffed, beginning to get angry. Didn't he want me?
"Why the fuck not?"
"Rose, you deserve so much more - I want so much more, with you - than for me to just take you roughly, the very first time I meet you in person. You deserve to be romanced. Swept off your feet. I want our first time together to mean something. Besides, I shouldn't even be thinking this way; we've got to finish this shoot."
I stood, placing my hand on his bare shoulder. I tried not to get too caught up in the way his taut muscles rippled under my touch or the way his skin felt so smooth. "Dimitri, why do you think it wouldn't mean anything?"
"Because," he told me, each word coming out more heated than the next, "every time I look at your body, all I can think about is touching you ... teasing you ... claiming you. All I can think about is pulling off these boxers and sliding inside you. Forcing your quivering body to wrap around mine, making you climax over and over again until your body can't take anymore. That's not what you want."
Heat ran through me, his words feeling like a caress on my skin. The heat radiating from his shoulder was near scorching to my palm. "I think it's my decision what I want, Dimitri. And right now, what I want is you."
I dropped my hand from him and Dimitri turned to face me again. I was almost startled by how close his body was to my own, and very aware of how little clothing there was between the two of us. His eyes smoldered as they looked into mine.
"Roza, I know we haven't known each other long, but I … I have feelings for you. Strong ones. I can't just let this be a quick one-night stand joining our bodies for a few hours. I want more than that with you."
"Dimitri, you're not the only one with feelings. Who says that the joining of our bodies has to be all there is?" I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. His penetrating gaze searched my eyes as he asked, "You feel the same way about me?"
"I do. I've never felt this way so quickly about anyone before. Besides, we can't have a one-night stand when it's not even night yet. And I think it would take a lot more than a few hours to get enough of your body."
As I pulled myself closer to him, I could feel the heat of his breath fanning across my face. His eyes searched mine, but all he would find was warmth, desire, and burning passion for him.
"But the photos …" Dimitri said, pulling back again. I could see in his eyes that even he thought that was a lame argument, but I knew from all of our long talks that he was a man of honor who would always do his best to live up to his responsibilities. "I have to do my job."
"Do you have enough pictures for the calendar?" I asked him, almost unable to resist the magnetic pull of his lips or the urge to run my fingers through his long hair.
Dimitri looked forlorn as he answered simply, "No."
"So ... Kiss me ... Then photograph me," I told him as I laid back on the bed, pulling him with me, "And then touch me. And make me yours."
As my head hit the pillow again, I pulled his mouth to mine. Leaning over me carefully, so as to not put his weight on my body, the softness and warmth of his lips pressed up against my own and desire filled my whole body.
One of Dimitri's hands circled around my neck to gently cup the back of my head, his thumb running a tickling line against my spine. His tongue shot out and found no resistance as I opened my mouth to welcome him. My tongue sucked his gently and I felt as if I was breathing him in, enjoying the sensation of feeling surrounded by Dimitri.
Dimitri turned so that he was laying beside me on the mattress, his other hand grasped my hip and clutched it tightly, pulling my body flush against his so that I could feel our bodies nearly entirely skin-to-skin. My hardened nipples were pressed against his chest as his hand skimmed along my side and up between my shoulder blades. I wanted so badly to have his fingers teasing my nipples, but even this touch, this closeness with his deep luscious kiss, was enough to have me even wetter than before. Without meaning to, I found myself moaning into his passionate, deep kiss, lost in the feeling of him so close to me.
Dimitri pulled back, pressing his forehead to mine. "Roza," he groaned, "that sound … it goes straight to me."
I felt the twitch of Dimitri's hardened length against my hip and it set me on fire, letting me realize just how much this was affecting him.
"I guess we had better take those pictures fast, then," I told him, "because I don't want to hold back with you any longer."
Dimitri nodded, his forehead still pressed against mine. As he stood from the bed, he let his fingers trail across my bare breasts, causing both of us to groan and making my nipples stand to attention even more than before. When he stepped back, I saw a very noticeable wet spot on his boxers where his tip was already leaking. My core clenched knowing how truly ready he was. He must be aching.
Dimitri picked his camera back up and I got back into the same pose I was in before we had kissed. Kneeling between my legs again with his camera up, he told me, "I've been wanting to feel your nipples ever since I first glimpsed them through the lace of that bra an hour ago."
Dimitri clicked the camera, taking a picture. "You're so beautiful when I see that look of desire in your eyes. Cup your beautiful breasts for me again, please. Like I would like to cup them." I did.
Click.
"Pinch your nipples." I did.
Click.
Dimitri moved his camera so that he was taking in my apex. "Spread your thighs more, Roza, so I can see your beautiful wetness."
Click.
Dimitri ran a hot palm along my inner thigh, moving upwards, keeping it just out of frame of the camera, and I let out a gasp at the feeling.
Click.
"I wish that was my tongue running across your skin, Roza."
Click.
"But then I doubt I would stop here," he said as he gave my thigh a gentle squeeze. My core clenched at its emptiness.
Click.
I was practically panting. Dimitri leaned in, holding his camera to the side, and gently licked one of my nipples. I moaned again, lost in the sensation. Dimitri pulled back again.
Click.
"Do you want me to touch you, Roza?"
"Yes," I hissed out.
Click.
"Can you get on all fours for me now, Roza?" Dimitri asked. I did, without question. "And look over your shoulder at me?" I turned my head. Dimitri took some of my hair and pushed it over the opposite shoulder, then let his hand trail down my spine, then across one of my cheeks, giving me a gentle squeeze, followed by a playful slap. It didn't hurt, but Dimitri gently rubbed the spot. Instead of hurting, it immediately sent wetness to my heated core.
Three more pictures clicked out in rapid succession.
"I want to take you just like this, Roza," Dimitri told me as he moved to the side to capture a different angle.
Click.
"I'll slide in from behind you," Click, "and reach around to your front with both hands to tease your nipples," Click, "and your clitoris." Click.
I moaned at the thought, closing my eyes at the imagined sensation.
Click.
"I think I've taken enough photos now. On your back again, please."
Putty in the hands of this Russian god, I rolled onto my back.
"I thought you wanted me on all fours?" I asked as Dimitri moved to kneel between my knees.
"All in good time, Roza. First, I want to see your eyes when I make you come undone."
Without any further delay, Dimitri thrust a finger inside me. He hadn't taken any additional time to prepare me, but if I was honest, he didn't need it. Not at all.
"So wet," he groaned, sliding the finger in and out, never breaking eye contact with me. I tried to close my eyes in pleasure as his thumb began slowly and lazily teasing my clit, but he insisted, "No, Roza, keep your eyes on me."
As he continued to pump his finger in and out and glide his thumb across my nub, Dimitri's darkening brown eyes were conveying his desire and arousal, but they were also saying words neither of us had uttered, things neither of us were even prepared to say yet. I was transfixed by them and couldn't move under that gaze. In some ways, it terrified me how intense the feelings he was expressing were, but in others, it thrilled me.
Soon, one finger was joined by a second, moving at a snail's pace and spreading his fingers slightly. It was tighter than I might have hoped and it hurt a little, but the continuous gentle motion of his thumb over my button was outweighing the pain with pleasure.
"You're so tight, Roza," he told me as he stroked those fingers in and out and licked his soft lips, "I'm almost afraid I might hurt you when I enter you. Not to mention afraid I might embarrass myself at the feel of how amazingly perfect your body is wrapped around me."
Hearing that he thought my body was 'perfect' and how he wanted to have me wrapped around him sent flames through me. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. I reached my hand out to caress him through his boxers, but he used his other hand to stop me. "Not yet, Roza," he told me, "Be patient."
The painstakingly slow strokes of Dimitri's fingers were pulling me towards something powerful, something more massive than I could imagine, hurtling my body forward into bliss. In. Out. Circling around my clit. In. Out. Building pressure. As he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me and continued to move that thumb, I felt that telltale feeling in the pit of my stomach that the dam was about to burst.
"Roza," he told me, "I can feel you tightening around my fingers. I can't wait to feel that around my cock. That's it, Roza. Let go."
At Dimitri's brazen words, my body exploded. My eyes met his as I crumbled into a million pieces around his fingers, releasing his name in a loud, keening cry that faded to a whimper as he continued to pump me, riding out my orgasm.
"You're so beautiful when you come, Roza," he told me, then he leaned in to kiss me, running his fingers through my hair with one hand and capturing my breast in the other, massaging my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Are you ready?"
As soon as his lips met mine again, the fire in my body built up anew, as if I hadn't even come at all. I had to have him. Unable to speak, I nodded.
"On your hands and knees, beautiful," he said, standing again, "YA lyublyu tebya, Roza, and I need to show you now." *AUTHOR NOTE: If you don't know what this means, you will find out when Rose does, later on*
"What?" I asked, half-dazed, not sure what the Russian words he'd said had meant.
"On your hands and knees, Roza," he repeated. I did as he asked. "Turn your head towards me."
Once I faced him, he lowered his boxers, revealing the most massive shaft I had ever seen before. It was straight and long and absolutely beautiful. I moaned at the sight of him. Dimitri once again swept my hair to one side and leaned over me, planting kisses on my neck and shoulders. I could feel the heat of his hardened length against my backside.
"I have some condoms in the master bedroom," Dimitri murmured, running his fingers of one hand through my hair and across my back as he nibbled at my ear, his other hand circled around me and toying with my breast, "Will you wait here while I get them, or would you prefer to go with me?"
"Do you need them?" I asked, "I'm clean. And I'm on the pill."
Surprisingly, Dimitri laughed. "It's been more than a year since I've been with anyone else. I wouldn't even have the condoms if it weren't for you."
I attempted and failed to raise an eyebrow at that. "Did you think I was a sure thing?"
Just as I uttered the last word of my question, Dimitri's tip nudged up against my folds, rubbing up and down along my entrance. He was so hot and his skin felt like velvet along my most sensitive parts. My clit throbbed against him as I let out a deep gasp of pleasure.
"No," he said, as he continued to slide his tip back and forth along my wetness, "I just knew that I wouldn't be able to give up until I knew you were mine. Rose, I've never met a woman like you. My body wants you, but it is so much more."
Dimitri let himself surge forward into me and let out a groan of pleasure. I had never felt anyone so deep inside me and he was immediately hitting me in exactly the right place. He placed a tender open-mouthed kiss at the back of my neck, right on my spine and stilled his body, most likely preparing to let me adjust to his size, but I found myself climaxing on his length almost instantly as soon as he placed the kiss, moaning out in pleasure as he wrenched more spasms from my eager sex.
"You're gripping me so tightly, Roza," he said, "And I haven't even fully entered you yet. It's never been like this before with anyone else. And I'll never want anyone else again."
Dimitri pulled back his length almost all of the way out and slammed into me a little bit deeper, moving the hand from my hair down to my pleasure button to tease it even more.
"You're so beautiful," he told me and let his dick slam into me again.
Dimitri pulled out and slammed again, deeper still. His length was positively massive, like I had never experienced before, thicker and longer than I had ever experienced. With each thrust, he went deeper, until he was fully sheathed inside me.
Dimitri began pounding in earnest as he kissed along the sensitive spot by the artery on my neck and used his hands on my nipples and clit. I arched my back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until I was near whimpering with each plunge inside me. I felt myself clutching the sheets with white knuckles just to hold on, begging and pleading, although I didn't know for what.
When I felt a third orgasm begin to well up within me, I told him, "Dimitri, I'm about to -" but I couldn't even finish that thought before he pinched down on my nipple hard, used his other hand to clutch my hip as he drove into me even harder and faster, and pivoted his hips, hitting me deeper than before. Without a second longer, I gave a wordless scream as I came around his beautiful shaft again. Hard.
As I let the climax wash over me, I felt Dimitri filling me with his own climax, his hand squeezing my hip so hard it might have left a bruise, although I honestly couldn't care less. With one final push into me, he released me and I collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent and pleasured beyond belief.
Dimitri rolled and fell onto the mattress at my side, pulling my body into his warm chest.
Breathing hard, I told him, "Dimitri, that was incredible. You were incredible."
He kissed the top of my head and told me, "If I was, I definitely wasn't the only one. Roza, I will never get enough of you."
I laughed. "In that case, can we do it again?"
With a possessive and sexy growl, Dimitri ran his hand across my ass cheeks and told me, "Once you give me a few minutes to recover, any time you want." As if on cue, my stomach growled loudly. "But perhaps I should feed you first."
I nodded. "Probably. I wouldn't mind spending more time talking, either. I've never enjoyed getting to know anyone like I have you."
"For some reason," Dimitri suggested, "I've just never opened up to anyone else like I have to you. I feel like you could ask me anything and I would tell you."
"I feel the same way."
He offered, "Is there anything you really want to know? Ask me."
Thinking back to what Dimitri had said earlier, I asked, "Actually, Dimitri, one thing: what does 'YA lyublyu tebya' mean?"
Dimitri scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me. "It means ... " and he mumbled something I couldn't hear.
"What was that?" I asked him.
Again, he mumbled something I couldn't make out.
"Dimitri," I said, looking into his eyes and starting to worry. Had he said something really horrible to me? "Please tell me what it means."
Finally looking defeated, Dimitri looked up at me through his eyelashes and said, in the mousiest voice I've ever imagined from someone like him, "It means I love you."
I leaned up and kissed him gently on his lips, pulling even closer to him on the bed. "Did you mean it?" I asked.
Dimitri nodded, putting his arms around my shoulders and back. "I did."
I nuzzled my head into his bare chest, listening to the sound of his heart and planting a kiss in the center of his chest. "Good. Because I love you, too."
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Author's Notes:
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