Getting My Answers

Where Do We Go From Here

I awoke the next morning and Dimitri was still asleep. I decided to take advantage of this and took a shower, washing away the events from last night. I grabbed my sponge and washed my body off. I couldn't help but look myself over from my previous wounds. They scarred over during the night, turning a sliver color in the light.

"The things you do for love." I washed over them.
"You must love me a lot then." He whispered, making me jump.
"You know I do." I pushed his shoulder playfully.
" I know you do, Roza. I know." He took my hand and placed it on his chest.
"Kiss me."  I looked him on the eyes. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed my head and crushed his lips to mine. I had my hands around his torso, pulling him closer to me. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips, granting his request. Our tongues fought for dominance as he kept kissing me. I had to break away to breathe.

"What's wrong?" He asked breathlessly.
"I needed to breathe." I laughed. I turned the water off and then I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his lips back to mine. He backed me up against the shower wall and we continued our teenage make out session.
"How am I ever gonna get enough of you?" He asked?
"I guess you'll have to wait and see. Today's my day. Remember?" I smiled.
"Ah, yes. I'm at your service, Roza." 
"Good, kiss me." I spoke. He leaned in again and I stopped him. "Not here." I smiled. He sunk to his knees and kissed my sensitive sex. My mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape and my head tilted back.
"Let me take you to the bedroom." He begged.
"I still get tonight." I spoke firmly.
"Yes, you still get tonight. Tonight I'm at your mercy." He swept me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed.
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I was dressed in a pair of booty shorts and a tank top. It was really hot today. I was sweating so bad already. I walked to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. I was so hungry, but not for food.
"God, you make this so hard." I looked back at Dimitri who was eying my ass.
"Does it help if I tell you that I'm not wearing any panties under this?"
He walked up behind me and I rubbed my ass against him.
"You're gonna torture me all day,right?" He asked, grinding against my ass.
"Maybe." I replied, grabbing his crotch. "But this" I referred to his penis "doesn't get used until I say so." I winked and kissed his cheek. I sat down on the couch and a few moments later he was sitting next to me with my legs over his lap.
"I am really sorry about last night. About what I said." He spoke as he ran his fingers up and down my legs.
"I forgive you, but you were way out of line.  What I want to know is why you pushed me away in the shower. What did I do to you for you to do that to me? Did I make you angry with me? Did I not kiss you before bed? Or is that it? Was it not good enough for you? Is our sex life not good enough for you?" I asked. Fear of hearing him say 'yes' lingered in my mind.
"You are everything I need. I was disgusted with myself. I figured if I felt so bad for this happening to you then you'd be disgusted with me too." He couldn't make eye contact.
"But you didn't do this to me. Elaina did." I stated.
"I know. She could have taken you from me. For good." He caressed my cheek and I held his wrist, forbidding him to pull his hand back.
"I wouldn't let her take my life. I was waiting for her to get closer and I was going to drain her. She was going to die either way." I looked at him. I took his hand and placed it over my heart. "As long as you feel this beating, I'm yours."
"You're mine." He repeated. I nodded my head. He pulled me into his lap and hugged me close to him. I loved this man dearly. He was my very soul.

After a while of talking I got up and made us some brunch. I made scrambled eggs, bacon, and a few pancakes. All the while as I'm cooking he's right behind me, holding my body to his in a way that made me feel so wanted. No one makes me feel like this than him.

"Babe, can you get me the cinnamon from the upper cabinet?" I asked as I made the pancake batter.
"Sure." He reaches up from behind me and handed me the small bottle. God, it was so hard to concentrate with him against me. I turned all of the burners off and put my hands on the counter.
"I'm not sure who's gonna bust first." I sighed. I closed my eyes and tried to block him from my mind for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry. Am I distracting you?"He asked moving away from me. I wanted his body on me all the time. With out him I felt so small. I turned around to face him and the look on my face must have been a warning, but really all I was wanting to get across was my craving for him.
"Yes,you are very, very, VERY distracting. What time is it?" I asked with a little rasp in my voice.
"9:32am" He spoke with his hands up like a fugitive.