Author's Notes:

Again, only two parts to this chapter.  I tend to write grown-up situations for our two lovers, so be advised.

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With a shuddering gasp, Rose felt herself shatter and spasm around Dimitri's hardness, wrenching a half-screamed moan from her.

"Oh, god, Dimitri!" she said, "You feel so good."

"I'm not done with you yet," he said. Dimitri followed that up with, "Don't expect to get any sleep tonight. I am going to make you come all night long, Roza."

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Dimitri found himself almost unable to control his ability to follow Rose over the edge when she began to come, the feel of her wrapped around him almost too much for him to take. He fought back his orgasm with everything inside him, knowing that he'd never be able to pleasure her through the night if he gave in too soon. As soon as Rose's orgasm subsided, Dimitri pulled himself out of her, content to let her pleasure be enough - for now.

Before Rose could react, Dimitri flipped Rose over onto her back, nearly tossing her, placing a hot palm on each of her inner thighs, then leaned forward and began kissing Rose, first on her stomach, then on each thigh, moving from location to location before placing another hot open-mouthed kiss on her, seemingly everywhere but right where she needed him most. Rose mewled as his tongue circled her belly button one moment, then she felt if flicking across the length of her pantiline the next.

When Rose bucked her hips to try to line herself up with his tongue, Dimitri used his massive palms on her hip and thigh to hold her firm and then sat up. "Roza," he told her, "If you're not going to be a good girl, maybe I'll have to make you wait longer." Dimitri reached one of his thumbs to the side and gently skimmed it along the length of the outside of her slit.

Rose whimpered at the feeling of his barely-there touch. "I'll be a good girl. I promise. Just, please, don't make me wait," she begged.

"As you wish," Dimitri offered, as he lowered his mouth to her center. Dimitri gently blew on Rose's core, then moved closer and began exhaling puffs of warm breath directly on her clitoris.

Rose groaned and cursed, unable to handle the intensity of the suspense. "Oh God! Just fucking do it! Please!"

Dimitri sat up again, smirking at Rose. "Do what, moya krasavitsa?" Dimitri's accent was impossibly thick.

"Fuck me. With your tongue. Or your fingers. Or your cock. Just ... anything! Now. Please, Dimitri!" Rose cried.

Dimitri's smirk widened into a full grin. "Now, I know you're ready," he told her. Dimitri lowered his mouth back down and began peppering her core with tiny kisses all over.

Rose found herself unable to refrain from moaning incoherently. The moaning continued as Dimitri ran his tongue directly over the full length of Rose's opening, first along the outside, then as deep as he could go.

Rose cried out, "Ungh! Ah! Oh, god!"

Dimitri sat up and looked at her again, his lips shimmering from Rose's juices. "Say my name, Roza," he purred.

As Dimitri returned his mouth to her core and leaned in, Rose moaned, "Dimitri ..."

Dimitri let the full length of his tongue slowly caress Rose's clit, looking up and watching her face as he did it. He murmured against her tender flesh, "Again."

"Dimitri ..." she moaned again.

Dimitri drew circles on and around Rose's sensitive bud with his tongue, meeting her eyes with his. "Again," he said.

"Dimitri." she gasped.

"Roza," Dimitri purred out her name against her body, letting her feel the slight rolling of the 'R' up against the most intimate parts of her.

"Dimitri!" she cried, getting louder and even more unable to control herself. She slid her hands down into his hair and clutched Dimitri's head, not wanting this feeling to ever end. Dimitri flicked his tongue over her nub, fast and hard, in rapid succession.

"DIMITRI! OH GOD, DIMITRI! DIMIIIIIIITRIIIIII!" Rose screamed as she helplessly shattered on his tongue.

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