Waking up in my man's arms for the first time was one of the singular best experiences of my life. I honestly have no idea how I'd managed to fall asleep, but somehow all it took was him cradling me in his warm embrace under the warmth of the quilt, and I'd drifted straight off. He'd set his watch for midday, but as I opened my eyes, I looked at the clock radio on the nightstand and could see it was still a few minutes before then.
We were lying spooned against one another; my back pressed up hard against his chest. My neck was nesting on one of his arms, which he'd curled around me, his other arm draped around my waist. I was completed enveloped by him, and the feeling was unbelievably good. He was already awake, his lips nuzzling at the back of my neck, the long fingers of one hand lazily drawing little patterns on the skin of my upper arm. Before we'd climbed into bed together, he'd stripped to his boxers, and I was wearing the red crop top sports bra and boyleg briefs I'd had on to wear to training. Not very exciting, but since sleep had been on his mind, I don't suppose it mattered.
"Hey sleepy," he murmured, love and affection evident in his voice. Looks like I wasn't the only one happy to wake up together.
"Hey yourself," I said, turning to face him and pulling back slightly so I could admire him. He looked relaxed and happy. I hadn't seen him shirtless since the night of the lust charm, and I could see my memory hadn't done him justice. Every muscle was well defined. Taut and toned, his abs were a work of art, as were his pecs. Hell – his whole body was magnificent!
Without thinking about it, I leaned forward, my lips pressing against his chest, loving the heat from his body. He moaned and pulled me closer to him, stroking my hair softly as he breathed through his open mouth, trying to remain calm. Any attempt at serenity was blown when my lips found one of his nipples, licking it lightly before closing my lips around it, feeling it tighten and peak in my mouth. Weird! I knew mine did that when I was excited, but I didn't know it happened to men, too. I guess there was a lot I didn't know about pleasuring a man, I thought apprehensively. Still, if his excited gasp was anything to go by so far so good!
"That feels nice milaya," he groaned softly, toying with my hair and wrapping his fingers around the wild tendrils as I moved across to his other nipple, licking, sucking and then softly biting it. The second my teeth nipped, he let out an involuntary hiss, his hips bucking towards me. I looked up at him from under my lashes, locking eyes with his. His gaze was dark and carnal. Chocolate brown pools of want. But in their depths, I could see his unspoken question. Was I sure that this was what I wanted?
I shimmied up the bed, bringing my lips to his. My hands on either side of his face holding him to me, our kisses were soft and gentle, but I could tell he was holding himself back, giving me the opportunity to pull away if I wanted to. I growled in frustration. I didn't want to pull away; I wanted more. And I was desperate for him to be the one to give it to me!
Climbing on top of him, I rolled him onto his back, straddling him. It was a position we'd been in hundreds of times in training, but today I was able to add a new move to our repertoire – slowly grinding myself back and forth on his burgeoning member, only the thinnest layers of cotton separating us. His hands were fisted in the bedclothes, stopping himself from taking things any further. I could feel his manhood getting harder beneath me, my own folds moistening in eager anticipation, yet still he wouldn't touch me. I was frustrated and getting angry. This holding back bullshit was meant to be over! I was his, and he was mine, and I wanted to make good on our partnership. For us to give ourselves to one another in the most primal of ways.
Deciding to up the ante, I kept flexing my hips, groaning every time the tip of his cock was poised directly under the center of my silken folds. I looked into his eyes, giving him a silent challenge, but before he could respond, I reached each hand across my ribcage, pulling my crop top bra above my head and throwing it aside. I saw his eyes dip to my full, plump breasts as they came within view, then without warning, I was on my back, my Russian God looming above me, his hips between my thighs.
"Fuck Roza," he moaned, his accent so much thicker than usual, "You can't tease me like that."
"I'm not teasing," I explained breathlessly. "I'm sick of waiting Comrade. I need you to make me yours."
A string of Russian escaped his lips, and then he buried his face between my breasts. Supporting himself on one elbow, his other hand was playing with one of my breasts, lightly circling the areola then rolling the nipple between his calloused fingers. The roughness of his fingers against the silk of my skin was arousing, as was the stubble on his masculine jawline where it chafed lightly like fine-grit sandpaper. His thoughts mirroring mine, he groaned, "You're so soft!" as he rubbed his face wantonly across my breasts, stopping only to pull a nipple into his mouth, eagerly sucking and nipping at it before relinquishing it to pay similar attention to its twin.
My fingers were in his hair, roughly pulling his hair tie out to free his dark strands. With his hair out and hanging around his face, he looked so much younger. Much more like his twenty-four years. I ran my nails across his scalp, smiling when I felt him shudder, his lips pausing in their sensual assault.
"You can't imagine how many times I've tried to stop myself fantasizing about doing this," he admitted guiltily. "Ever since that night…"
"I know," I whispered back, my voice husky with desire. "Me too, Comrade."
Moving back up my body, his lips caught mine, sucking on my bottom lip before his tongue slipped inside my mouth, stroking eagerly against mine. I whimpered softly against his lips, loving this more intense kissing. Responding by kissing me even harder, his hips were rocking against mine, mimicking the thrusts I was so eager to feel in earnest.
Resting more of his weight upon me as our mouths were engaged in sensual parrying, I was running my nails over the valleys and plains of his back. Smooth and hairless, one hand continued traversing down this delicious landscape until I found a small patch of hair on his lower back, just above the waistband of his boxers. Tracing one finger in circular motions in this unexpected discovery, my other hand had traveled in the opposite direction, stroking the Promise mark on the back of his neck before burying my fingers in his hair.
His growls of approval let me know I was doing something right, as did the increasing tempo and force of the pistoning of his manhood against my core. My boyleg panties were already sodden in the crotch, my body preparing itself for his loving invasion. I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers, running my hand across the skin of his ass, loving the feeling of it tensing each time he ground himself against me.
"I want to touch you," I growled, the words out of my lips before I'd realized I'd uttered them. He pulled his lips from mine, giving me a loaded look. "Take your boxers off," I ordered in what ended up sounding more like a plea. He pulled himself off me, kneeling between my legs. Grasping his boxers on either side of his hips he pulled down, allowing his turgid member to spring free.
My mouth fell open as I took in his glory. Despite all the rumors and conjecture, it was actually the first time Rose Hathaway had ever seen a man's penis in real life. I'd copped the odd look at Christian's, thanks to the bond - not that I in any way had wanted to see that - but this was wholly new to me, and unbelievably arousing. Dimitri was looking at me apprehensively. I wanted to feel him, but I was a little shy. So instead I gave him another instruction.
"Comrade? Take my panties off."
Resting on his heels between my ankles, he grasped the cotton on either side of my hips easing my panties slowly downwards. Lifting my hips to aid him, I saw him take in the state of my underwear and the arousal evident on my inner thighs.
"So excited, Roza," he commented with a knowing smile. Slipping my underwear over one foot and then the other he tossed them aside, looking at me with such love and desire as he moved back up the bed and lay on his side next to me.
I'm not sure where I got the courage, but I reached towards him grasping his long thick shaft, marveling at the velvet skin encasing the hardness of his erection. I wrapped my fingers around his girth, stroking up and down while watching carefully to see his reaction. His eyelids fluttered his long dark eyelashes against his cheeks as his eyes rolled back, his mouth forming into a round o.
"Yes!" he rasped joyously.
I was so proud to see how my touch affected him. The power I had to make him feel such pleasure. Yet I was uncertain what to do next; how to progress things and add to his enjoyment.
"Teach me," I whispered, uncertainty in my voice.
His eyes sprang open as comprehension dawned on his face.
"Oh Roza," he murmured studying me in surprise. "Is this new to you?"
I nodded apologetically.
"Have you ever touched a man before?" he asked, looking down where my hand was stroking his member.
I shook my head, feeling foolish and suddenly very unsure of myself.
"You're doing it perfectly," he assured me, sensing my uncertainty. "That feels very hot, milaya." He pulled closer to me, grasping me in his embrace. His voice was tender and loving when he asked, "Roza, has anyone touched you before? Has anyone made you cum?"
I blushed as red as the sports bra I'd recently removed, shaking my head. I was too embarrassed to even look at him.
"Don't be shy," he said adoringly, leaning forward to kiss my neck and face. "I want to make you feel so good," he crooned. "Let me?" My nod was tiny, but he caught it. "Alright – enough of that, for now," he said his voice thick with desire, pulling my hand away from his manhood. "Otherwise you're going to get me too excited, and I have things I want to do to you first."
My heart faltered, wondering about these things he had in mind. He pushed me gently back onto my back and then he was on top of me, kissing me passionately until I was mewling inarticulately. His lips continued down the column of my neck, his mouth open, lips teeth and tongue licking, nipping and sucking on my fevered skin. He lingered at the point of my neck where my pulse throbbed under the surface, lapping at it with his tongue. It wasn't the same high I'd get when Lissa used to feed from me - instead, it caused electric currents to run down my body to my breasts and the apex of my thighs. I could feel myself getting wetter, my nether regions throbbing with need.
"Comrade…" I whimpered, managing to stammer the word out through the riot of sensations bombarding my body and mind.
"Patience, milaya," he said, and I could feel the curve of his lips as he smiled against my neck. "I promise you it will be worth it."
His kisses continued downwards, stopping again at my breasts, mocking me once again with his oral attentions. By now I'd all but lost the ability to articulate my thoughts – my only utterances being pleading little moans and sighs as I responded to the euphoria he was giving me. His lips were warm against my skin, yet it almost felt that they burned as he made his way further south, kissing my abs and pausing to lick inside my navel causing me to buck my hips against him.
I could hear his self-satisfied chuckle as he moved himself further down the bed, pulling the quilt with him. I whimpered a little as the cold air hit my skin, shivering unconsciously. He stood up, lifting the quilt back over me covering me completely before pushing its southernmost end up, exposing my legs all the way to the juncture of my thighs. He settled in between my legs, running his hands along my legs to warm them.
"I'm going to kiss you here, milaya," he whispered, lowering his head between my legs. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin and then his silken tongue was on me, exploring my slit and finding the sensitive bundle of nerves within my folds.
My ecstatic moan must have told him all he needed to know. I hadn't understood it was possible to feel this turned on! He had his forearm across my hips, holding me in place as he licked my most intimate places, focussing on my swollen nub. I was crying out incoherently, unable to stop myself voicing my felicity. His dominant hand was stroking my inner thigh, creeping closer to where his tongue was bringing me such elation. His fingertips entered my folds, lightly stroking beneath where his mouth was busy pleasuring me. Taunting me just that little bit more, Dimitri lightly bit on my clit, simultaneously pushing a finger into my core.
We groaned synchronously, my hands slipping down to his head, fisting into his hair as my own head thrashed from side to side. I could feel my wetness on his fingers as he introduced a second digit, sliding them in and out of my teeming channel.
"That feels so good," I gasped, reveling in the new sensations he was bringing me.
"You wait till you feel this," he murmured, his voice muffled from where his face was buried in my crotch. He was doing something with his fingers, and suddenly I felt like I needed to pee.
"Comrade! I feel like I need to go to the toilet!" I hissed in horror.
"Just relax, it will pass," he promised. And he was right – about thirty seconds later what he was doing felt amazing! He chuckled as he heard my cries become more and more enthusiastic.
"Oh God, I think I'm going to cum," I moaned feeling everything start to tense. My nipples were tight buds, and I could feel an almost goose-bump sort of feeling spreading across their taut skin. Without knowing why, I was tensing my legs and butt, raising my hips slightly towards Dimitri's tongue. "Please! I want you inside me," I begged.
He pulled himself away from me, ripping the covers from me, but replacing them with a more pleasing substitute – himself! Lying on top of me, slightly to one side he had his manhood in his hand lining himself up with my core giving me an amatory look. Then with one fluid movement, his eyes never leaving mine, he slid into me.
Oh hell, that hurt! He was pushing further, stretching me painfully when I felt a sudden sting, something give, and he slid in much deeper. The pain was now mostly gone, replaced by a very full feeling that was somehow intensely gratifying.
"Are you ok?" Dimitri asked, seeing my momentary flinch. I nodded breathing heavily through my mouth, my eyes wide with surprise. He leaned down, bringing his lips to mine before he started rocking his hips, gently slipping his throbbing shaft back and forth within the tight confines of my core. The more he moved, the better it felt, and I found myself with one hand on his ass, pushing down to encourage him. Feeling my unspoken cue, Dimitri started pistoning with more force, pulling almost all the way out of me before plunging back within. With every push I could feel him going deeper, my most sacred place opening to give him greater admittance.
I could feel everything starting to tighten again, the momentary shock of his penetration almost forgotten. Lying on top of me, my Russian God had his face resting beside mine, kissing my neck and murmuring words of love and passion. My pants of jubilation were getting louder and more frenzied, and he pulled himself up onto his forearms so he could look at me as he jackhammered between my willing thighs. And then, just when I thought I couldn't wait another moment it happened. Calling out his name at the top of my voice, I splintered beneath him, the walls of my cunt grasping at his cock, clamping down hard as he continued his relentless barrage. I was gasping for breath as endorphins flooded my bloodstream, flushing my skin and bringing wave upon wave of heavenly release. Looking up at him in wide-eyed wonder, I smiled idyllically, finally understanding why people wanted to be doing this as in all the freaking time!
My Russian God blessed me with an angelic smile, kissing me and speeding up, racing towards his own finish. I was still completely blissed out as I felt him tense and then slump on top of me, moaning my name as his body was wracked with spasms, his cock spurting within me as he released his cum in the depths of my channel.
His weight on me was sublime, pushing me back into the mattress. I felt completely his as I ran my hands over his sweaty back, hearing his little noises of pleasure as his own orgasm abated. Finally pulling himself up a little he looked at me, a very tender expression on his face.
"Are you ok, milaya? You're not hurting?"
"That was…" I giggled, I didn't even know the right word to use! "That was awesome!" I was so euphoric I couldn't wipe the smile off my face or stop the little noises of girlish excitement I was making. I just felt so wonderfully happy and in love!
"You're all giggly!" he laughed, looking at me with love and amusement. Pulling out of me, I winced slightly as he got up. I wondered where he was going, but he was back in a moment, my camera in his hand. "Come here," he said still grinning. "I want a photo of this!"
We laid back side by side on the bed, the quilt pulled up to cover my breasts and also draped across his hips to ensure his modesty. One of his arms was stretched out, and I was curled within it, my head resting on his chest notched under his chin. He held the camera up, and the two of us looked at the lens smiling blissfully. The flash went off, making me giggle more. He took more pictures as I leaned up to kiss him, my hand stroking the side of his face. And then the camera was forgotten as he pulled me to him and we shared our words of love.