Our breaths mingled in the small space between us and I swallowed as I made my decision. Stepping forward, I clasped his hand, his fingers were so much larger than mine, and jolted slightly at the energy that coursed between the two of us. Dimitri’s breathing quickened, but apart from that, he seemed unaffected, and I tugged him towards the doorway - towards the room, really. I had made my decision, and now I wanted to act on it - I was so tired of walling up defenses around him, and arguing against this - even to myself - that now that I had decided that we were doing this, I thrummed with nerves and excitement.
But, for all my tugging, he did not move, instead he stood still, staring at me, considering my actions. I was suddenly overwhelmed with self doubt - had I read this wrong? Hadn’t he offered to educate me in the ways of the bedroom?
But before I could doubt myself further, retract what I had just offered, Dimitri’s voice drifted towards me as he growled softly, “We doing this?”
A moan escaped my lips, serving as my agreement, the sound catching in the back of my throat, and before I realised what was happening, he had led me through the doorway, back into the room. He pulled the interleading door closed, shutting away the sour jar as his body pressed mine against the wall. He held me there, waiting for a heartbeat longer than was necessary, and when he finally lowered his mouth towards mine, I was ready to be devoured - consumed really.
The kiss was an awakening. As his lips touched mine, I had somehow been expecting a clash of teeth and tongues. I expected him to be hard in his mannerisms.
Instead, Dimitri’s kiss began feather light - gentle even - as his lips met mine, tongue coaxing my lips apart before sliding in. It was controlled and exploratory but I wanted him unleashed.
Desire coursed through me as I rose up on the tips of my toes, seeking more contact, my fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as I tried to pull him closer still. His tongue swept against mine in response and I heard myself let out a breathy moan as I allowed my tongue to dance with his. My hands moved of their own accord, wrapping themselves around his neck, my nails pushing into the base of his hairline.
His breathing was as erratic as mine and I felt him pull back from the kiss, seeking air. But I wouldn’t give it to him, pulling his lips back towards mine, kissing him with a burning fever that I didn’t even know I possessed. He gave in, kissing me harder, shoving me harder as his lips filled with all the pent-up angst of the last couple of days. Heat pooled in my core and I was suddenly burning up with need - with desire. This - this was what had been missing with the others. I lost focus of that lone thought when Dimitri finally pulled away, allowing us both to come up for air, he bit my bottom lip, grazing it as a parting gift. My need flared higher and a pooling ache grew in my core. I decided then that I would follow Dimitri wherever this journey led because if that was just the kiss - the prelude into my education - then I would be a wholly willing student.
His head dipped to the space just below my ear, inhaling my scent before he began gently working his way down the curve of my neck, sucking in places that I didn’t even know were sensitive. When he kissed the soft space above my collarbone, I inhaled, my breath hitching audibly. He chuckled darkly, and I realised how low my tank top had slid, and the fact that I hadn’t bothered with a bra today.
Dimitri’s gaze followed mine and he let out a strained groan, “You have been fucking impossible.”
He grazed my breasts through my shirt, the fabric thin and clinging to me, leaving nothing to the imagination. He pinched my nipple through the fabric, between his thumb and forefinger, and I threw my head back against the wall, panting softly at that heady mixture of pleasure and pain. His mouth pressed against my neck once more and it was all I could do to keep from whimpering as he bit down.
Dimitri knew exactly what he was doing, and I was so focused on his fingers tweaking my nipple and his teeth on my neck that I almost didn’t feel his hand slip beneath the waistband of my cut-off jeans.
My hips bucked towards him at the tiniest bit of contact and he hissed in response, growling low, “Why have you been denying yourself of this experience?”
I couldn’t formulate a coherent thought as his fingers slid beneath my panties, hovering at the entrance.
“Why?” he growled again when he realised that I seemed to have no plans of answering. And I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to explain that all the men that ran in my social circles would have expectations of me simply because of who my family was. That if I did enjoy it with them, I couldn’t even be myself - couldn’t conduct Magick; but mostly it came down to the fact that none of them had ever enticed me the way Dimitri had, and pressed against this wall with his hand toying with my breast, his fingers above my clit, I knew that I had been right to wait - not for the ever illusive fairytale concept of love, but for this raging passion - this need.
"They were all too safe - all too stiff and formal and preppy, and I don't fit in that world."
My rambled confession rang through both of us, and I wasn't even sure what I was confessing - who I was truly choosing.
"No," he growled, "you don't belong with them."
Maybe I added more to his statement than what he meant, maybe I would be just another notch on his bedpost, but I wasn’t naive or unwilling, and so I allowed everything around me to fade to the background, focussing on the delicious feel of his fingers as he flicked them against my clit, feeling my wetness, before plunging into me entirely.
My body was on fire, and I found myself craving release, whilst simultaneously trying to clamp my thighs together, denying myself. I braced the palms of my hands against the wall and threw my head back, aware of the moans that my body seemed to be eliciting. My legs began shaking, my breasts felt heavy, and I knew that I was close.
"No one has ever given you this," he emphasized by sliding a second finger inside of me, the stretch deliciously painful, "and no one else ever will."
As soon as he made that declaration, his fingers began moving deftly, a rhythm unto itself.
I clenched and unclenched my fists, climbing the ever spiralling staircase to sweet release. And then Dimitri stopped. I snapped my eyes open to glare at him. If this was some kind of game it wasn’t funny.
His gaze burned into mine, his stare intense as he smirked, "The first time you come is going to be while I'm buried balls deep inside of you, but," he added languidly, "I'm delighted to know that you're as turned on as I am right now."
I made a noise of protest, but he only lifted me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he walked us towards the bed. I hadn't been expecting the bed. With Dimitri leading the Bratva, I suppose I had been expecting something more savage, and that had partially scared me, but Dimitri was all calculated control and I was about to reap the benefits of those characteristics in the bedroom.
He laid me down with a gentleness that surprised me. I lifted my hips up, allowing him to slide my denim shorts down my thighs. Instead of throwing them somewhere in the room, he folded them neatly and placed them on the side table next to the bed. My panties came off next, and once more, he slid them down my thighs with such delicate precision that I clamped my legs closed at the warmth pooling there - the tension between us rose with every passing minute. His eyes flashed hungrily and I knew that he was delaying our satisfaction deliberately.
I huffed out in annoyance, but then his hand was splayed upon my thigh, pushing my legs apart once more, and suddenly I felt self conscious.
“Cold feet?” his voice was low and gruff, disappointment flickered through his gaze for a heartbeat as he took in my thighs that were once more inching towards each other.
“No,” I sounded hoarse, “just nervous,” I offered honestly.
He smirked down at me, his previous demeanor once more back in place.