"I want you so much!" I groaned softly into Dimitri's ear as we rode the elevator up to the room he'd rented for the night. It was nothing fancy, but it had a bed and no family members to overhear us. It was perfect!

Dimitri closed his eyes; his jaw clenched tight. I knew from the way he pulled his duster closed in front of him he wanted me too!

The doors finally opening, the elderly couple in front of us stepped out onto the same floor, thankfully heading to the rooms left of the lift opening, while my Russian God grabbed my hand and pulled me toward our room on the right. Reaching our doorway, Dimitri deftly used the plastic key to open the door, stepping inside and pulling me in behind him.

Even before he switched on the lights, he had me pushed up against the door as he dropped to his knees, roughly mouthing the crotch of my jeans, both my wrists trapped in one of his strong hands to prevent me pushing him away. Not that I wanted to.

"Fuck you smell good," he groaned, running the tip of his nose up the seam and along to my fly. "I bet you taste even better!"

Then without warning, he released my hands, sinuously standing in front of me before picking me up and effortlessly throwing me over his shoulder.

"I hope you're not feeling tired, Roza," he growled, carrying me across to the bed and leaning down, tipping me onto the quilt.

"I'm not tired at all Comrade," I cooed, lying supine and biting my lip while I watched him shed his duster and then his shirt. His eyes were on mine, and a wicked smile graced his lips as he popped the button on his jeans and lowered the fly, a taunting hint of blue checkered cotton gaping through the opening – forced forward by his already hard cock.

"See something you like?" he asked, referencing something I'd said to him when he'd caught me out in an awkward position back at St. Vlad's with Jesse Zeklos.

"I see plenty," I laughed, sitting up and resting on my elbows as he pulled his jeans down, stepping out of them. He was now naked other than his boxers – and they were doing a poor job of concealing his desire.

I eyed his package, licking my lips as I thought about what I wanted to do, and just how I should phrase this request. As always when I was unsure, I went for direct and to the point. Bossy even.

"Comrade? Take your boxers off. I want you to teach me how to suck you off."

"Roza? You don't have to…"

"Now!" I commanded, my eyes flashing with desire as well as demand.

My love lifted an eyebrow, silently accepting my challenge.

The fabric of his boxers slipped down his thighs, his member springing free. He gripped his shaft, pumping it within his clenched fist as he kicked his underwear free, walking to the side of the bed to stand beside me.

"Are we going to start with theory and then move onto practical, Guardian Belikov?" I asked coyly, pulling off my shirt, then my bra. Finally, I pulled off my panties and jeans, noticing they were wet in the crotch – and not entirely due to him sucking them earlier.

"That's exactly how we're going to do it, Novice Hathaway," he replied, watching as I moistened my finger tips in my mouth and ran them tauntingly around my areola before tweaking my nipple.

"Now first, baby, I'm uncut. That means I'm more sensitive there than guys who are cut, but it also means I don't need you to take all of me into your mouth."

"Hmm – probably just as well. You're quite a mouthful, Guardian Belikov…" I simpered, looking at him with feigned innocence.

He growled at my look, his hand tightening around his dick.

"It also means you can use the foreskin as a sort of sleeve and work it up and over the head with your hand."

He demonstrated a couple of times before he took his hand off his cock, gesturing to his shaft invitingly. I moved to the edge of the bed, wrapping my hand around his foreskin and gently pulling it up and over the tip.

"You can be much rougher," he groaned, covering my hand with his own and showing me the speed and the pressure he liked.

I followed his lead, listening to his hisses as they started to become soft moans.

"I want to fuck you with my mouth," I groaned, feeling the need to step up the action. My nether regions were already teeming, and the idea of sucking my man was a siren's call to my libido.

I leaned forward, running my tongue over my suddenly dry lips before I took the tumescent head in my mouth. It was still partially covered by his foreskin, and I wondered whether I should pull that back.

Dimitri's breath hitched, before he stuttered, "There are only two rules. No biting and the wetter, the better. I'll tell you what feels good and make suggestions."

I grunted in understanding, noticing the resultant surge, his cock bobbing between my lips as though nodding its approval.

Remembering what he said about the head being sensitive, I pulled the fleshy cover up and probed the opening to the foreskin with my tongue, snaking it inside. Hearing my Russian God's breathing accelerate I forged on – pushing my tongue inside and rolling it around.

"Fuck!" Dimitri grunted, appreciatively. "That feels perfect!"

I continued for a couple of moments, getting used to the feel of him in my mouth. My tongue still exploring the inside of his hood, the tip of my tongue found his slit, and I tickled it gently – rewarded by a salty trickle of precum. Sampling it greedily, I was relieved to find it tasted good. Sexy even. If this was a sign of things to come, I was more than ready to experience it!

Stepping up to the plate, I used my hand to pull back, retracting his cock-sleeve over the turgid tip, past the plump, fleshy ridge to uncover the entire head and part of his shaft. Keeping him safe within the confines of my mouth, I licked him for the first time, running my tongue around and around the head.

"That's it," Dimitri panted, partially paralyzed by pleasure.

I dared a look up, and his gaze was electrifying – his dark eyes burning in a way I'd never seen before. Satisfied I wasn't completely skilless, I wrapped my hand around his skin-covered shaft, sliding his foreskin up and down in time with my lips.

"Baby, I fucking love your mouth on me," he groaned. "Try pulling it all the way up to cover the head then push it back down with your hand and lips."

It took a couple of goes to get it right, but I could tell the moment I did. His manhood jumped in my hand, the thick ropes of veins swelling as his pulse picked up.

"Fuck…" Dimitri hissed softly, his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

He seemed to like it when I played with his foreskin, so the next time I covered the head, I tried sucking hard on the skin before I used my lips and tongue to push it back down the shaft. I was rewarded by an instant jerk from Dimitri's hips and a grunt that amplified until it was a long hedonistic howl. I looked up to try and gauge his level of enjoyment, but he'd lifted a hand to his mouth and was biting on one of his knuckles with his eyes firmly closed.

My tongue found the little piece of skin on the underside of his cock that joined the head to the foreskin. I tried tickling it with my tongue and felt his hand drop to my hair, his fingers spearing my long, dark strands and winding them around his fingers.

"That's it," he growled, apparently once again barely capable of speech.

I continued to pump him up and down, covering the tip, retracting his hood and then hollowing out my cheeks and sucking his engorged head and the exposed inner foreskin. He seemed to like when I lingered near the ridge where his shaft met the head of his cock – so I alternated between licking that then the cord on the underside, then pulling back before pumping his skin up and down the shaft as I did it again.

I knew he was getting more excited – I'd thought his cock was already rock hard, but it was getting even harder still. Pre cum was still weeping from his tip, filling my mouth with a slick, slippery substance that did wonders for keeping the area wet – just the way he liked it!

"Play with my sack," he growled, his voice harsh and raspy. "I want you to touch me!"

Obediently I moved the hand that wasn't wrapped around him from his thigh to grasp the hairy sack that held his balls. Cautious, at first, I stepped up my fondling, eventually tugging at them.

"Fuck yes! That's it!" Dimitri moaned, his hips starting to flex slightly back and forth in time with the strokes from my other hand.

Hearing his ecstatic moans was a turn on, as were the sounds emanating from my actions – the wet, sloppy noises as I pleasured my man with my mouth.

Dimitri hips thrusting toward my lips, his hand in my hair gently guiding my mouth down onto him, I knew it was only a matter of time. Determined to give it everything I had, I stepped up the sucking on each iteration, tightening my grip and speeding up my actions.

"So close!" Dimitri hissed, and I knew it. I felt the moment just before it happened – his cock becoming impossibly turgid – almost as though the skin itself was not enough to contain his passion. His sack shifted up toward his body, the skin puckering and tensing as though to hide his nuts from me. Slipping my fingers backward to stroke the area between his sack and his ass, there was an instant of absolute stillness before he exploded.

"Roza!" he roared, his pupils dilating as he wrenched one hand away from my head, instead using it to lean against the wall, providing much-needed support. His knees slightly bent, I rested one hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles there quiver with the exertion of keeping my Russian God standing.

And then he was filling me with his seed; spurting more with each pulse of his glorious cock. I'd stopped pumping, hand clasped around his shaft and marveling at the feeling as he ejaculated into my waiting, willing mouth. I swallowed once. Twice. As the twitching in my hand and mouth subsided, I slowly sucked my man a final time, pulling my fingers toward his tip to almost milk him of every last drop. I ran my lips over his inner hood, and then his tip, finally letting go of his manhood – my lips relinquishing him with an audible pop.

I moved backward on the bed, watching Dimitri cautiously. He hadn't said anything since he'd bellowed my name. His beautiful brown orbs were still wide, and his legs shaking. Taking my vacated bed space as an invitation, he spun around and flopped onto the bed, still suspiciously silent.

My mouth still filled with the aftertaste of his jizz, I shimmied forward, eager to touch my man. My downtown was a morass – slippery with my body's hopeful preparations. I was turned on. Sodden with desire and the fervent hope Dimitri would do something to assuage my desperate need.

"I have never cum so hard," an awed Dimitri rasped, his voice sounding pleasured but almost perplexed.

My eyes met his, and I grinned, elated to hear I'd given him a suitably happy ending.

"Roza no one has ever blown me like that," he continued sounding thunderstruck. "That was… wow!"

I smirked jubilantly. I hadn't been too optimistic about my first attempt at giving a head job, but by all accounts, I'd done ok. In fact great, apparently.

"I could tell you liked it," I whispered. "You've never called me baby before, and I think you said fuck more in ten minutes than I've ever heard you say it before… Say it again!" I challenged, my eyes staring deep into his, twinkling wickedly.

"Fuck…" he said sensuously, his lips and tongue making the profanity sound like the hottest syllable imaginable.

I shivered – not from cold – it was purely from desire.

"Did you like it?" he asked shyly, referring to my oral action.

I smirked, picking up his hand and bringing it to my lips to kiss his fingertips.

"You tell me, Comrade," I simpered, guiding his hand over my breasts, across my stomach, over my mound and finally to the hot damned mess that lay between my legs. My womanly juices were spread over my slit and thighs – a viscous pool of want begging for his immediate attention.

"Hmm – you did like that," he smirked, his eyes meeting mine. "But you're going to like this even more," he predicted, dexterously rolling me onto my back before dragging himself down the bed – immediately penetrating me with two of his fingers.

He was right! The pleasure was immediate; my delicate pink petals opening to him as he plunged into my depths. I could feel every bump and ridge of his fingers as they dominated my opening, coaxing a pathetic mewling from my mouth before I shamelessly demanded it harder and faster.

And he obliged.

I was senseless with libidinous desire, squirming on the bed beneath my lover's skilled and attentive touch. It was almost embarrassing the way my body responded to even his smallest touch, not that there was anything diminutive about what he was doing to me now. His fingers massaging me from within, I was already on an ocean of pleasure, each wave cresting higher and higher, when his other hand found my tight pearl, teasing it through its delicate hood.

"Yes!" I shrieked, my head thrashing from side to side on the mattress, desperate to cum but never wanting this to stop. I held there as long as I could, but in the end, my endurance was no match for Dimitri's, and with a loud, ragged scream I came all over his hand, my abundant juices a seemingly poor payment for the feelings he'd just elicited from me.

Removing his hand, Dimitri rested on his heels between my legs, laughing at the frankly 'just fucked' look on my face.

"Feeling tired yet?" he asked as he very sexily licked his fingers clean.

"Not in the least," I grinned. "I could keep this up for hours!"

I woke, needing the toilet urgently. I shimmied out of Dimitri's grasp but not before I noticed his face. He was smiling - almost a grin. In his sleep!

Not that I blamed him. Last night had been transcendent – completely eclipsing all our other experiences, with perhaps the exception of our first time in the cabin. Now we knew one another's bodies better, we were able to guide each other to previously unknown highs. The trust we'd established as lovers had paid off. I was willing to let him show me new paths to pleasure - which is what he'd done again and again last night – finally free to completely let go and lose himself with and to me. And the education hadn't been completely one sided. While Dimitri was undoubtedly the experienced guide, my curiosity led me to some rather pleasant discoveries of my own that I added to my mental catalog of how to get my man off.

I yawned and relieved myself, wincing as I wiped. I'd lost count of the times Dimitri had brought me to climax last night, but I was certainly feeling it this morning. A deep ache in my lower abdomen and a puffy, swollen downstairs declared that last night I'd taken a pounding. Not that I was complaining.

I dug in my duffel finding a pair of soft cotton boyleg panties, slipping them on. Climbing back into bed, Dimitri's arms automatically snaked around me, pulling me close against his taut, muscled mass. I could lie like this forever. However, I'd need to be fed, soon. Hours of on and off sexing had left me exhausted, but also ravenous. I hope the room came with a buffet breakfast because I could murder a plate of bacon and eggs right now! My stomach growled, and I could see a smirk come to my lover's face when he heard it.

"Good morning, Roza," he greeted, his eyes still closed and a blissful look on his face.

"Morning Comrade," I replied, a little embarrassed, flushing as I remembered some of the things we'd been doing last night, and the immodest demands I'd made of him.

"You hungry?" he asked suggestively, the double entendre not lost on me.

"Only for food, Comrade. I'm feeling a bit tender downstairs…"

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his eyes flicking open and meeting mine in worry.

"Not hurt as such. I just think we might have overdone it a bit," I giggled, my body agreeing with me. "But it was worth it."

"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, smiling once again and brushing his lips against mine. "Come on. Let's shower and go downstairs for breakfast."

Stretching and then rolling out of bed, I followed Dimitri into the bathroom, shedding my just-on panties and stepping under the warm spray beside him. The water was soothing on my sensitive parts, and I could have spent an hour there with him had the needs of my stomach not been more pressing.

Back in the room we dried off and dressed, me opting for a loose pair of sweat pants, fashion be damned!

"Thank you for last night, Roza," Dimitri said, wrapping his arms around my waist, my hands automatically resting on his chest.

"Thank you Guardian Belikov," I replied with a smirk. "I learned oh so much!"

He smacked my bottom, immediately regretting it when I winced. Yep – I'd be taking it easy today!

We were about to leave to find food when my cell charging on the bedside rang. An unknown number, but from Pennsylvania, by the look of it. Court.

I picked up the phone and answered, immediately putting my index finger up to my lips to indicate Dimitri should remain silent.

"Novice Hathaway?" a voice enquired

"Yes that's right," I said, not recognizing the deep masculine intonation.

"This is Guardian Hans Croft, Head of Guardian Operations," he introduced himself. "I'm sorry if this is an inconvenient time, but I need to speak with you about your recent mission."

"Of course, Guardian Croft," I said, sinking onto the side of the bed, my heart racing at a hundred miles an hour.