Author's Notes:

Pretty much this whole sub-chapter is one big mature sexual content scene.  

What can I say?  🤷‍♀️ Guess I just have a filthy mind.

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An hour later, Rose was lying on her bed at home reading when her phone buzzed. An instant glance at the caller ID revealed it was Dimitri.

"I love you, Roza," he said, as soon as the call connected.

"I love you, too. I missed you," she replied back, "Is everything okay? What did Kirova want?"

"My introductory period at St. Vladimir's ended. I got a ten percent raise and my health insurance has kicked in."

"Wow," said Rose, "So maybe I should stop being such a cheap date?"

Dimitri chuckled. "If I could, I would spoil you, Roza, and everyone would know you were mine. You deserve so much."

"You know you don't have to do that. I'm just happy that we're together and that you're happy. Congratulations, Dimitri," she said, "I've seen how you teach, even if I'm not in your class. All the other students love you - and not just because you're so hot, either - though I'm sure that helps with the other females. And actually, probably some of the males, too! But really, you're one of the best teachers at our school. You have a passion for teaching and you really care. It shows. You really deserve the raise."

"Thank you, Roza. I didn't even ask if you were busy when I called, though. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time. Where are you right now?" he asked, "If you're able, I could pick you up and we could go somewhere out of town to celebrate."

"At home," she said, "In bed, actually. But I probably need to stay home for the night now, since my parents will be home in about an hour and it's a school night. You?"

"I'm driving home now. I've got you on hands-free, but I should be at my apartment building in less than two minutes. I'd really like to see you, but I think going to your house seems risky. Is anyone else in the house?"

"No. Lissa is over at Christian's house."

"I just pulled into my parking lot," he said, "Give me another minute to get into my apartment. Ivan shouldn't be home for at least another two hours."

"Okay," Rose said, and then sat waiting patiently as she listened to sounds of him closing his car door, keys jingling, and his apartment building doors opening.

A moment or two later, Dimitri told Rose, "I'm finally home now. Alone."

"Welcome home, Comrade." Rose smiled.

"Are you still wearing your school uniform?" he asked.

Rose's pulse sped up as she realized exactly what Dimitri wanted to know, and what his next question would likely be. "Partially. I took off my jacket and shoes."

"Are you still not wearing panties?" he asked.

"Actually wearing them now, Comrade," she told him, her voice getting a little bit breathier, "But my top three buttons are undone on my shirt."

"In that case ..." Dimitri said.

The call went dead. Rose's phone vibrated again and she pulled it away to look at her screen. It was a video call from Dimitri. Rose pressed the answer button and rolled on her back, holding the phone above her.

"You look so beautiful with your hair fanned out over the pillows, Roza," Dimtri told her as he unfastened his tie.

"I could say the same, you know?" Rose said, unfastening another button on her shirt with her free hand, "Are we going to do this, Comrade? What I think we are, I mean?"

"That depends on what you think we're doing," he replied, unbuttoning his own shirt as he walked to his own bedroom.

"Should I unbutton this the rest of the way? I don't feel like playing games right now." Rose asked.

"Oh, Roza, I'm not playing games. But if I can't be with you right now, I still want to be in charge of your pleasure. Unbutton your shirt, but leave it on, for now." Rose did, and then Dimitri told her, "Seeing you in it like that reminds me of you wearing my shirt. And taking it off of you. Now, remove your skirt."

"Yes, sir," Rose said, unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her legs, kicking it free, "Bossy, aren't you?"

"I want to see you, Roza," Dimitri said, as he let his shirt fall off of his shoulders and propped his phone up on his alarm clock, "And I want you to be able to use both hands. Is there a bedside table you can prop your phone up on?"

Rose nodded and began positioning her phone.

"Red is so sexy on you, Roza," Dimitri said, looking at the matching red lace underwear set she was wearing. Dimitri unzipped his pants and spread the zipper, not even bothering to fully take them off. "I'd like to see you squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples through that bra."

"Please?" Rose asked, with a smirk.

"Please, Roza," Dimitri said, "I'm begging you."

Rose took both hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing the flesh, and then rolled her nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching the hardened peaks slightly.

"Are they hard?" Dimitri asked, his voice getting husky as he pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs to reveal his full, long length.

"Yes," Rose moaned.

"Pinch harder," he told her, "Imagine that's my fingers."

Dimitri ran the heel of his palm roughly over his hardened length as Rose pinched and stared at him on her phone. "Are you hard?" she asked.

"Solid," Dimitri breathed, "Like steel. Slide your straps and cups down so I can see them as you pinch."

Rose slid them down and continued pinching where she had left off. Dimitri wrapped his hand around his shaft and squeezed it tightly, letting out a pained groan and licking his lips at the sight of her taut nipples.

"Can you bring them to your mouth and lick them?" he asked.

Rose nodded and then did as he asked, first with one and then the other. Dimitri licked his lips again, saying, "I'm imagining that is my mouth on them." Rose moaned. "Wrap your lips around it, like I would." Rose wrapped her lips around her nipple. "Suck. Gently."

Rose exhaled a hard breath as she felt the warmth and pressure of her mouth on her nipple. Dimitri slowly moved his tight fist along his length, letting Rose see his fisted manhood as he squeezed. Rose rubbed her thighs together.

"Let your other hand run along your inner thighs, Roza."

As Rose's hand skimmed along her thighs, Dimitri, still stroking his manhood very slowly, let out a moan, saying, "Mmm, Roza, feel how soft your skin is. I love the feel of your skin. Let your fingertips run all over your thighs. Just the very tips of your fingers, ghosting gently all along your skin." After a moment, Rose began to move her hand up and Dimitri added, "Don't touch yourself yet. Not even your panties."

Rose groaned. "Please. Please, Dimitri," she begged, barely more than a whimper.

"You want it very badly?" he asked. Rose nodded. "Run your fingers along the outside of your panties, just enough so that you can feel the warmth of your fingertips."

Rose let her fingers trail along her panties, moaning at the heat from her fingers. "Are you wet, milaya?"

"Yes," Rose breathed.

"I love the sound of your moans, Roza. And I love it when you're wet for me. Take your panties off for me now." Rose slid both hands in her waistband to pull them down when Dimitri added, "Slowly, Roza."

She tugged the panties down across her hips, then thighs, then knees, calves, ankles, and feet, finally kicking them aside on the bed.

"Your body is so beautiful, Roza. All of you is so beautiful, Roza. Roll on your side so I can see you better, and part your beautiful legs for me."

Rose turned and spread her thighs, just giving Dimitri maddening glimpses of her slickened core.

"I want you to run your fingers of your right hand along the outside of your folds, while the left teases your nipple, Roza."

As soon as Rose's fingers met damp flesh, she let out a hiss and began a series of several soft moans. "Just all around the outside, Roza," Dimitri said, "Don't put your finger in yet."

"Dimitri," Rose panted, "This is just not fair. You are touching yourself. Why can't I?"

"If I was there with you, Roza, I'd be denying myself all the while and those would be my fingers on your body. I still wish those were my fingers on your body right now, Roza. But as it is, I'm keeping this friction at a snail's pace for a reason." Rose nodded, beginning to understand. "Slide your fingers over your clitoris now."

As soon as Rose circled her fingers over her clit, her soft moans turned much louder. "Oh, your sounds, Roza!" Dimitri groaned, "I can hardly stand it. I wish I could be there to make you come. To feel you coming. Circle it gently with your fingers."

Rose did as commanded. "Slowly," Dimitri urged, "And pinch your nipple harder as you circle."

Rose pinched, her moans getting louder and faster. "Are you ready to be filled, Roza?"

Rose nodded briskly and then threw her head back in pleasure. "Enter yourself with a finger."

As Rose's finger slid inside, Dimitri said, "I'm imagining that's me, Roza. Even after having you in my bed, I dream of that being me, milaya." Rose opened her eyes again to see Dimitri's fist matching her finger's pace and depth. "Slide it in and out. Just like I would be right now if you were here with me. Go as deep as you can. Not too fast yet, though."

Rose began to move her finger in and out of herself, slowly, allowing the full depth of her finger to move in and out.

"Does that feel good, Roza? You always feel amazing to me."

Rose panted and moaned out, "Yes, Dimitri ... Oh, god yes ... ohhhh ..."

"Add another finger, please, milaya. I want you to be able to feel as full as when I'm inside you. And pinch the other nipple." Rose was helpless not to comply.

"Faster now. And harder," Dimitri ordered, his voice deep as he plunged himself into his clenched fist at the same rhythm as Rose's fingers, "Just like that, Roza."

Rose began bucking her hips, meeting the thrusts of her fingers with each movement.

"Bend your fingers now, Roza. I want you to come for me."

Rose bent her fingers as she thrust, hitting that deliciously perfect spot that Dimitri had found so well.

"Come for me now, Roza," Dimitri demanded, his voice raw, "I love you, Roza."

Rose closed her eyes and let out a wordless cry as she began to feel her climax sweep through her, then whimpered out, "I love you, Dimitri. So much."

"Da, milaya," said Dimitri, as he began to stripe his chest with the fruits of his own orgasm, "Oh, da."

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Author's Notes:

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