Rositsa POV
By the time I had arrived home, my parents were getting worried. "Momiche! Where have you been?" Bashta said as I opened the front door. I bit my lip, I had not thought of an excuse yet.
"I...I... I was with Elijah, we went to the beach and then Baba's grave." I lied. Mama seemed more relaxed, Bashta did not. "Daughter, Elijah is many years more mature than you. Dmitri might see it as a threat that you spend so much time around him." I almost giggled at his words, if only he knew what we were really doing. "Ivan, Dmitri knows that Elijah and Rositsa are only good friends." Mama said, I coughed softly to disguise my laugh. "Do not question me Zhena!" Bashta said angrily. Mama looked hurt, he hardly ever called her woman. "'Tis late, Rositsa. Yosif is asleep already, we were just about to go to bed. You shall go to your room to sleep."
There was a light tap at my bedroom window, a stone had been thrown. Excitement trickled through me. It had to be him. Desire coursed through my veins, I hastily tugged the comb through my hair and ran to the window. He was there, waiting patiently, I smiled at him and tried hard not to make any noise as I opened my window, I held up one hand to stop him from climbing, I ran across the hall and down the stairs to find my parents lying asleep in their bed, on the other side of the house my brother Yosif was snoring. Hurriedly I ran back to my window and silently beckoned Elijah in. He skilfully climbed the side of the house, I waited silently giggling as he hoisted himself through my window. As soon as he was inside my room I threw myself into his arms. "Elijah! I missed you so." I said against his toned chest. He half laughed and held me tightly.
"It has hardly been long. Merely four hours." He whispered into my hair. I frowned, how was I supposed to last at all without him? "It seemed like a lifetime." I said, he nodded in agreement. We just stood there, beside my window, "Are you hungry?" I asked randomly, I just assumed, that like me he had missed lunch and dinner. "A little." He said, my stomach growled revealing how I was feeling. "Wait here." I whispered. He smiled stood still. I crept down the stairs, once arriving in the kitchen I opened the pantry and gathered bread, Sirene cheese, strawberries, some leftover dried meat and a bottle of fresh milk. Hastily I ran back up the stairs and met Elijah's warm polite smile. He hadn't moved an inch since I was gone, how polite. "Here," I said patting the space next to me on my bed. He joined me at once and wrapped his arm around my waist. "We are going to have a late night picnic." I said gesturing to the food that I had laid out.
"Very romantic." Elijah said kissing my ear lightly, I giggled as he took a strawberry, I opened my mouth, he fed me the sweet fruit. "Delicious." I murmured.
After eating our fill, we both lay there on my bed talking. I leant in to kiss him, he responded automatically wrapping his arms around my back. Running his hands up and down my spine. He knew just how to please me. I gasped as he kissed my neck and sucked at random places. It felt amazing. He flipped us over so he was on top of me. I smiled as I looked up at my handsome lover. "I love you." I said as he stared into my eyes, whilst stroking my face.
"I love you to, my krasiva Roza." I was shocked as he kissed me again, with more passion than ever before, instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he stopped suddenly and rolled off me, "Roza, we-I can wait, we can marry secretly, Father Tsvetan would do it." He said, I shook my head and kissed him again. "I cannot wait." I whispered, he shuddered at my breath on his ear.
"I love you, Elijah." Elijah began kissing me again, pulling me closer and closer until there was no space between us. He tangled his fingers in my long brown hair as I caressed the strong planes of his back. Finally, he tugged my robe off and over my head, revealing the thin cotton slip. My breasts heaved up and down as my breathing increased. Slowly, with adoration, he ran a finger across the top edge of my breasts, dipping low where it plunged in the middle and back up the other side. He kissed me again, slowly, before picking me up as easily as if I were a rag doll and he laid me gently on the bed.
Elijah was hovering over me, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. I was moaning with a pleasure that I had never experienced, my hips began to rise off the bed slightly every time Elijah hit a particularly sensitive spot. He supported himself with his left arm as he ran his right hand lightly over my chest and stomach. His touch caused goosebumps to break out over my stomach and I could feel myself become more aroused.
He was about to pull off the bottom half of my robe. Before he went any further, his beautiful dark eyes locked with mine, searching for permission to continue. I nodded to him, and whispered, "Go ahead." He knelt at the foot of my bed, removing my sandals and then he gently pulled the rest of my top robe off slowly. I was only wearing the thin almost sheer cotton slip around my breasts. I smiled as I realised Elijah was staring in awe.
"Exquisite," he breathed softly and with such reverence that I blushed. He lay back down, covering my body with his, we entwined hands, he began to kiss my lips, my neck, my chest, everywhere he could reach. He was so hard, I could see his erection through the robe. He stood back up, watching me closely for any signs of fear or hesitation. I only showed him signs of lust and love. Elijah undressed, except for the loin cloth that did not help him disguise his arousal.
I held out my arms to him, inviting him back to my bed, to which he eagerly did. He lay beside me. Elijah began ran his hands over my body, lower and lower until he was caressing the inside of my thighs. I gasped when Elijah brushed against my soaking centre. I rolled us over so that I was on top, straddling his gorgeous hips. I could feel his hardness straining my core. It felt amazing, I rubbed against it a couple more times. Elijah growled softly and grabbed my hips to stop me.
I smiled wider than I ever have before. Elijah reached behind my back to untie my slip, it took a few tries and I giggled as he eagerly let it fall off my shoulders, then he threw it off the bed. Elijah was mesmerized. He sat up, crossing his legs under my bottom for support and began gently massaging my breasts, rolling his thumbs around my nipples and pinching them gently. He took turns sucking on each of the rosy nipples until I was writhing in pleasure on his lap. Then he moved his attention downward. He moved one hand behind my back to support me while the other reached inside my dripping wet strip of cloth. He parted my folds and stroked, then gently inserted a finger inside me. I leaned backward suddenly, biting my lip to keep from screaming- my parents could not know this.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly. I was tight, I was a virgin after all. I knew what Elijah was thinking, He had better stop, if a finger hurt her, how was she going to take him inside her?
"No…It feels amazing... Please do not stop..." I gasped between breaths. He started moving his finger in and out slowly. I relaxed a little more, he took at as an invitation to go further, he inserted a second finger causing me to gasp with pleasure. With his thumb, he circled my clit, changing the way he stroked occasionally. I was gasping and bucking my hips wildly back and forth, my heart pounded irregularly and my inner walls start to squeeze his fingers tighter.
"Elijah!" I couldn't hold it in any longer. I screamed through my first orgasm as my inner walls clamped down on his fingers. Luckily Elijah clamped his free hand over my mouth to stop me from waking the house. He chortled as I panted against his hand. Elijah held me tight as I rode out my peak before I collapsed against him. He gently removed his fingers and rubbed my back until my breathing calmed and my heart stopped its irregular beating. Eventually I opened my eyes to look into his handsome face.
"That was incredible." I sighed against his toned chest.
"Let us see if we can repeat it." Elijah flipped us over so that he was hovering over me again. Sitting back, he tore off my scant piece of underwear, revealing me to him fully. "Velikolepnyi." He murmured in Russian. I sat up and pulled his loin cloth off as well, and gasped at his size
"Go slow please?" I asked, unsure if he would actually fit inside me.
"Of course," he answered. "If I hurt you, please tell me krasiva. I only want to love you, Roza." With that, he kissed my lips gently. He settled himself between my raised knees, the tip of his cock was brushing against my wet curls. We kissed passionately and intimately until he could sense my readiness. Slowly, he entered me, my body stretched for him. He pulled out and pushed in a little further than before, I moaned against his lips, he repeated pulling out than in until he was fully inside me. We moaned together, me for the pleasure, him for pleasure and to not pound into me.
We began to move, slowly at first, soon reaching a steady rhythm, kissing and fondling each other all the while. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I sensed Elijah could not hold out much longer but he seemed to want me to climax one more time before he did. He reached between our bodies and found my clit again, rubbing it gently.
"Oh, Elijah!" I moaned, "Yes... Oh, yes..." I was bucking my hips crazily, and I tossed my head back approaching my second orgasm.
"Roza, look at me...Look at me..." I opened my eyes and locked them on Elijah's. He dropped his forehead to mine touching it gently as he began to pound harder than before into me, whilst keeping our eyes connected. The intimacy of the moment was too much for me. I climaxed right then, screaming out "ELIJAH!" as I did he tried to muffle my screams with a kiss- I thanked god that my room was virtually soundproof and my family were heavy sleepers. My inner walls contracted against him, throwing him into climaxing as well. "Oh... Roza! Roza..." He groaned my name. Elijah collapsed, his arms unable to support him. Thankfully, he had remembered to roll us slightly so he landed on the mattress and didn't crush me. I lay on top of him and we both panted. It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal. I rose up over Elijah and put my hand on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. "I love you." I murmured
"I love you, too." He said back. We then both fell into a deep and wondrous sleep.
A/N: Sorry it's short, but I think the lemons can make up for that!