"You and me, no strings. Just sex."

Dimitri couldn't count how many times he had wished to hear these words fall from her lips. How many times he had thought about fucking her into next Sunday and not have to worry about 'where the relationship was going' or 'what they meant to each other'. He knew it sounded bad, but a relationship was just not what he wanted, nor something he felt he was worthy of, given what had happened to him. But there was something about Rose that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something about her that called out to him. He desperately wanted her, and hearing her agree to his terms was music to his ears.

"Are – are you sure?" He questioned through heavy breaths, his hands still firmly attached to her hips.

God, please say yes.

"I think so."

Truth be told, Rose wasn't sure if this was something she could do – she had never been involved in a relationship like this before. Sure, she flirted with guys like there was no tomorrow, but she had never embarked on something unless she knew they were serious – like Mason. Well, if you didn't count the brief fling with Jesse back when they were in high school, that is!

But there was an undeniable attraction between them, and while Rose wasn't sure if this sort of relationship appealed to her, she knew that she wanted Dimitri in any which way she could have him. If that meant a relationship without labels, then so be it.

"I think so, I mean – I want you, Dimitri."

A groan escaped Dimitri's lips and his grip on her hips tightened, pulling her even closer to him.

"Roza," he strained, "you drive me crazy."

"You drive me crazy," she retorted. "I hardly know you and yet, it's like my body calls out to you."

Dimitri nodded his understanding, knowing exactly what she meant. From the first moment she walked into his yoga studio a few weeks ago, all he could think about was her. Her body, her hair, her smile… he needed her like a bee needs honey.

Dimitri attached his lips to hers, pulling her into a heated kiss once more. Her body responded in kind, her heart rate elevating and a heat pooling between her thighs at his touch. But all too quickly, Dimitri pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

"I just have to put the mats away and grab my things, but then did you – did you want to come back to mine?" he asked, his usual confident façade slightly diminished. Usually so confident and self-assured, he felt that Rose could see right through him, and suddenly now, so close to her, he felt shy.

Buck yourself up, Dimitri, he thought. She's just a girl.

"God yes," she groaned. There was no question about it. As soon as she had made up her mind about his proposal, all she could think about was how quickly she could get herself into his bed!

Reluctantly, the pair pushed away from each other – Dimitri turning to pack up and lock up the studio, and Rose swiftly meeting Lissa outside to tell her not to wait for her. With a grin and a twinkle in her eye, Lissa drove away, knowing deep down that her instinct was correct; Rose and Dimitri were a match made in heaven.

The short drive to Dimitri's apartment was filled with palpable tension, electricity radiating off both of their bodies, and each stealing numerous glances across to the other out the corner of their eyes. They had barely set two feet through the door when they arrived at their destination, before Dimitri had Rose pinned tightly against the wall, his lips attached to her neck, shoulder, mouth – anywhere he could find – while his strong hands held her tightly in place.

With a groan, Rose's hands wandered his body – one wound tightly into his long hair while the other clawed at his muscular back. Dimitri's lips worked their way up from her collarbone to her chin, before their tongues collided in a passionate dance, moving together as though this was a kiss they had shared a thousand times before.

Desire sparked between them, and soon Dimitri's hand was making its way towards Rose's heated core. Backed against the wall, she was completely at his mercy, allowing him to inflict whatever pleasure he so desired. Starting at her chest, his thumb brushed her hard nipple through her sports bra as he grabbed and groped the delicious mound of her left breast, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"Dimitri," she groaned against his lips, pushing her chest further into him as her hand tightened in his hair.

With a grin, Dimitri painstakingly slowly drew his hand along her waist, to her hips, and finally disappeared into the waistband of her yoga pants.

"Fuck, Roza," he groaned, as his fingers came into contact with her dripping core for the first time. He could hardly believe how wet she was, and they had barely begun! "You're so wet," he uttered, slightly stunned.

"I told you, I've had dreams of this," she justified with a shy giggle.

"And am I living up to your expectations?" he questioned, fixing her with a dark look in his eyes as his fingers brushed against her core, causing her hips to buck forward and another moan to escape her throat. She was already so close to the edge and Dimitri had hardly touched her. It had never, never been this good with Mason.

"You're exceeding them."

"Good," he responded, before slipping a finger deep inside her tight walls, pumping agonisingly slowly in and out of her. He added another finger, feeling her clench tighter with each thrust, his thumb brushing her bundle of nerves and only adding to her pleasure.

"Dimitri, I'm going to come."

"No," he warned, and all too quickly his hand disappeared from her yoga pants, leaving her panting and crying out in frustration. "Not yet."

"Oh, please," she moaned, "you feel so good."

He chuckled, before bringing his soaking fingers to his lips and sucking off the remnants of her juices, almost causing Rose to self-combust on the spot at the erotic sight.

"And I thought you wanted me to make you scream," he teased, his accent thicker than ever, revelling in her heated and frustrated gaze.

Rose could only nod, her heavy breathing stunting her words.

"Well then, Roza, it'll be better if I make you wait."

Pushing away, he pulled her away from the wall, taking her by the hand and leading her to what she presumed was his bedroom. Her eyes fixed on his sculpted back, she resisted the urge to sneak a peak around his apartment – she could always do some snooping later on, after all. All that mattered right now was her and Dimitri, and the delicious, almost painful ache between her thighs.

Once inside the bedroom, Dimitri shut the door behind them before turning and meeting Rose's darkened eyes. The rise and fall of her chest told Dimitri that she was struggling to keep her heavy breathing controlled and Dimitri knew that she really hadn't been lying when she told him she wanted him. It took almost all of Dimitri's self-control not to rush this – he had imagined this moment for the last three weeks, and he wanted to prolong it for as long as possible! On the other hand, the pair were far too dressed for his liking, and he was eager to rectify this as soon as possible.

"Take off your sports bra," he commanded, leaning back nonchalantly and folding his arms authoritatively.

With the look in his eye, Rose didn't dare defy him – not that she would ever want to! She too felt uncomfortably over dressed, eager to rid herself of her clothes – and his! Without question, she hooked her fingers underneath the hem of her sports bra, lifting it effortlessly over her head and dropping it on the floor beside her. Dimitri almost let out a growl at the sight of her bare chest. She was mouth-wateringly gorgeous, and Dimitri felt his hands twitch in anticipation – desperate to reach out and touch her.

"Now you," Rose uttered, neither a question nor a command.

With a smirk, he complied, standing away from the door just long enough to pull his t-shirt off. He didn't miss the way Rose's tongue darted across her lips at the sight of his own muscular chest.

"I want you to take off your yoga pants and underwear, and lay on the bed with your legs apart," he ordered, taking off his own sweatpants, leaving himself in just his boxers – which did nothing to hide his particularly gifted arousal.

Rose did as she was told and, not two seconds later, Dimitri joined her on the bed, his lips clashing to hers desperately as his hands roamed every inch of her skin.

"What do you want me to do, Roza?" He questioned as they pulled apart for breath.

"I want you to touch me," she pleaded, not bothering to hide her desperation. Dimitri made her feel things she had never felt before – this was a level of pleasure brand new to her, and she couldn't get enough if she tried.

"And?"

"Make me scream."

At her words, Dimitri's fingers found home inside her dripping centre once more, pumping in and out gloriously, drawing her closer and closer to the edge once again. A series of moans fell repetitively from her lips, and he could feel her start to quicken and tighten around him. Frustratingly, he pulled away just before she toppled over, but before she could protest, his fingers were quickly replaced with his flattened tongue. Dimitri had swiftly navigated his way down the bed, burying his face between her thighs. When his tongue licked a long, sensual trail from her slit to her clit for the first time, he couldn't help but groan his contentment at her taste; he knew she would taste divine, and she certainly did not disappoint!

"Fuck, Dimitri," Rose groaned, writhing beneath Dimitri's touch as he tortured her with his tongue. She was close again, and Dimitri knew it. Only this time, he wanted her to fall over the edge, he wanted her to fall apart beneath his ministrations.

"Cum, Roza," he ordered between laps of his tongue. "Cum for me, now."

Almost instantly, she complied, her abdomen clenching and walls tightening. A scream tore from her lips as she came mercilessly, lacking control over her body, lost in Dimitri's touch and warmth of his tongue as he drew out her orgasm.

When she returned to Earth, a satisfied grin across her face, Dimitri worked his way back up the bed, lying beside her and planting a kiss on her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue, which oddly turned her on even more; it was unlike anything she had tasted before – a mixture of her own juices and a taste she could only describe as 'Dimitri'.

Once her breathing slowed, Rose turned her attention to Dimitri, eager to return the favour and bring him to new heights of pleasure – as he had for her. Kneeling beside him, she quickly rid him of his boxers, his cock springing free at the instant of freedom. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sight of him, quietly shocked at his size, causing Dimitri to chuckle slightly at her expense.

Yes Roza, he thought, it'll fit.

Dropping his underwear to the floor, Rose settled herself between his thighs, her head just above his manhood. She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes, nearly losing herself in the delicious expression plastered on his face. His eyes were dominating, full of lust, almost threatening in the sexiest way imaginable. With an uncharacteristically shy grin, she wrapped her fingers around the bottom of his shaft, licking a slow trail along the underside of his cock before drawing him slowly into her mouth. The groan from his throat was almost animalistic, and his hand instinctively flew to her head, gripping her hair tightly, possessively. It was only slightly painful, but Rose found that this only added to her desire - the sting of her scalp sending waves of pleasure straight to her abdomen.

She wanted more than anything to draw this out, to tease him, but the dark look on Dimitri's face, along with the tight grip on her hair, told her that Dimitri was not one to be teased right now. Instead, she set to work, bobbing her head up and down with expertise, sheathing her teeth and hollowing her cheeks. Lost in the feel of her wrapped around him, her name fell from his lips like a prayer. Hearing her name amongst his choked groans, Rose felt her desire pool between her legs once more, thrilled at the obvious pleasure she was inflicting on the man beneath her.

"Stop, Roza," Dimitri warned as he grew closer. "I'm going to come, and I want to feel myself inside you before I do," he added, pulling slightly on her hair commandingly to guide her off him and back up the bed, so that her heated core hovered just above his throbbing length.

"Do I need a condom?" He questioned, reaching across to the bedside table with his free hand, the other still tangled tightly in her hair.

Rose shook her head. "I'm clean, and I'm on the pill."

A grin spread across his face, before he swiftly flipped them over, pinning Rose beneath his heavy body weight.

"Are you ready for this?"

Feeling his arousal mere centimetres from her centre was almost too much for Rose – she had dreamed about this moment countless times, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't quite believe it.

"God, yes," she pleaded. "Please, Dimitri."

In one swift motion, Dimitri buried himself inside her, growling at the feel of her as he did so and causing Rose to moan at the pleasure. He filled her to the hilt, stretching her sweetly with his gifted thickness.

"Roza, ебать…"

It was a feeling like no other – and one he knew he'd never be able to top; nothing would ever feel as good this moment right now. Slowly, he began to move, and soon he was pounding into her wildly, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. Soon, Rose found herself teetering on the edge again, her abdomen clenching and walls tightening.

"Fuck, Dimitri… harder!"

With panted breath, Dimitri cocked an eyebrow, both amused and thrilled by her demand. His darkened eyes sparkled as he sent her a look which could only be construed as "You want hard? I'll show you hard."

Effortlessly, Dimitri pulled himself out of her before flipping her over onto her front. With commanding hands gripping her hips tightly, he pulled her up so that her ass was in the air, before slamming back into her with a grunt, causing her to cry out in pleasure. No one had ever been this rough, this confident, this domineering with her before, and she loved it! This was how she liked to be fucked!

"Hard enough, Roza?" He smirked, reaching down and pulling her arms behind her back, holding them together with one hand, while the other curled around her in search of her clit.

"Yes! Fuck, please, Dimitri!" She managed to cry, lost in the feel of him moving in and out of her.

"Please?" He questioned with a grunt, knowing exactly what she wanted, judging by the increasing tightening of her walls and moans falling from her lips.

"I'm going to come," she groaned, and Dimitri sped up his thrusts and ministrations on her pleasure button, sending her into the abyss with a delectable scream.

With a final thrust and a string of Russian profanities, Dimitri stilled, spilling inside of her as Rose came down from her orgasm, the pair utterly spent and satisfied from their first time together.

Well, that was 3000 words of pure filth! I hope you enjoy this chapter - I certainly enjoyed writing it.

Originally, this chapter was longer but I got so carried away with their, uh, fun, that I decided to split it into two so it wasn't too long. The next chapter will be the rest of their evening together, starting immediately after the end of this one!

As always, thank you so much for your patience with my sporadic updates. I try to write whenever I get a spare minute, but that's not very often I'm afraid.

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