Author's Notes:

More adult content!

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Rose lost count of her orgasms somewhere around ten. Every time she thought that Dimitri was done, he would give her a few minutes and then start everything back up again. First, he had used his shaft to make her come, without his own orgasm, then he used his tongue to wring the second orgasm from her, then he made her come again inside her, coming with her, then he used his fingers to pump and prod another orgasm from her as he watched Rose writhing helpless on the bed, then he'd start all over again.

He left her wanting nothing except to fall asleep. Rose had known Adrian could make her come, but Dimitri was in a class by himself. Even after having discussed their sexual history, Rose couldn't help but wonder how he'd developed his sexual expertise when he was able to pleasure her like this. The timing didn't seem right to ask Dimitri about it, so Rose decided to bide her time.

Once they were both beyond the ability to do anything but bask in the bliss they were both feeling, Dimitri pulled Rose to his body, positioning her head on his chest, pulled the blankets over them, and held her close, running his fingers through her hair as they both drifted off to sleep.

After Rose was sure Dimitri was completely asleep, his breathing soft and even and his heartbeat slowed, she whispered to him, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Dimitri." And right now, that scares the hell out of me to feel that way.

"I'm already in love with you," he mumbled, sounding like he might have been sleep-talking, as he clutched Rose tighter to his chest.

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Dimitri woke to the feel of Rose's body above him, skin touching everywhere. He had no recollection of the drowsy words of affection that they'd spoken to each other while dozing off, but he felt a sense of love sweeping over him. Dimitri leaned his head down and gently kissed Rose's forehead. He watched as her long, dark eyelashes fluttered open, revealing her exotic chocolate brown eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, subtly prodding his erection with his groin muscles against her hip to let her know that she was already having an effect on him.

Rose turned her head up and kissed Dimitri's lips. "Good morning, handsome," she said, "I could get used to this. I've never woken up in someone's arms before that day in your apartment."

"How about," he kissed her lips again, moving Rose so that she was straddling him and he could feel her heat along the length of his shaft, "after we have a," he kissed her again, "little more," kiss, "time here in bed, we get dressed," kiss, "I'll take you to my apartment and cook you breakfast," kiss, "I'll make you my mama's famous blinis."

"What are blinis?" Rose asked, just before wrapping her arm around Dimitri's neck and leaning in for a seering, deep kiss.

"They're Russian - a sort of cross between an American pancake and a French crêpe," Dimitri told her, running his hand up along her side to cup her breast.

"That sounds amazing, Comrade. But what about Ivan?"

"He can get his own breakfast. I'm not making him any," Dimitri chuckled as he pulled Rose in to nip at her neck.

Rose laughed, then pulled back and said, "I'm serious. I saw the way he looked at me when I was in your apartment. He doesn't approve of us being together; does he?"

"It doesn't matter. Ivan can go fuck himself. I care about you and you're important to me. And after the night we just had - and the morning we're about to have - I want to make a special breakfast for my beautiful new girlfriend."

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Author's Notes:

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