Times Change (complete)

Chapter 4

But I held back because I knew that if we could wait until we did the last time. That it would be just as magnificent and meaningful to the both of us as it had been the first time. And if we could not wait that long then it would still be just as meaningful and earth shattering to the both of us.

I swept my tongue across her lower lip begging for entrance. She moaned, loudly this time, as she opened her mouth to me. As soon as possible my tongue was inside her mouth caressing and stroking each and every already intimately known dip, crease and crevasse of her mouth.

I let the tip of my tongue repeatedly caress a particularly sensitive spot on the roof of her mouth. Which always made her not only moan but also pull my hair and tighten her hold on me, and this time was no exception. She did just as I knew that she would, exactly what she always did. And after she did what she always does I did what I always do and deepened our kiss.

Even after all this time and the millions and millions of times that I'd kissed her it still always felt like the first time. And this time was no exception because I could feel a heard of butterfly's as they fluttered around inside my stomach.

I felt her hands as they roamed down from my neck to my chest to lay right over my heart. And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she could feel my heart racing. Just as I could feel hers as it pounded against my chest just like it always did.

She fisted my shirt in her hands and pulled me further into our kiss deepening it still more. When my hands cupped her zhopa she moaned again thrusting her hot little core against me. (ass)

I quickly pulled her up so that she could lock those sexy zhopa legs, that I yeblya love, around my waist. God help me she had the greatest set of legs on the whole yeblya planet. Once her legs were locked around me and her arms were back around my neck. I took the few steps that were between us and the nearest wall. And I gently slammed her back against that wall and began to grind our hips together. Which made the both of us moan. (ass, fucking, fucking)

I kissed my way from her lips to her neck where I ravaged her. Then my lips attacked the spot behind and under her earlobe that I knew from experience would make her instantly wet for me.

"Dimmmitttri." She moaned passionately just like she does every time that I kiss, nibble, suck or lick her there. And just like always my already hard cock hardened still more.

I swear this beautiful woman would never understand the effect that she has on me and my heart, mind, body and soul. The effect that she has had on me since the day I first started watching her in Portland.

And it was her that I was watching regardless of what I was told, Roza had always been my objective, my goal. It had never been about Lissa, not for me, and it never would be. Which is why I had not given my promise to Lissa when I met them. As I was supposed to do.

It is also why I told my Roza that I would jump in front of her instead of Lissa. I knew the first time that I saw her that if I let myself fall any deeper in love with her than I already was. That I would always protect her over Lissa or anyone else. And I had been right, Roza would always always come first for me.

"Yesss Roza, do that again mladenets. I desperately need to hear you moan my name like that again." (babe)

I felt her nails on the back of my neck as she reached to pull my hair out of the ponytail. I nipped her secret spot again and again she moaned my name. "Dimitri, please." She actually begged this time.

"Please what, milaya moya? Tell me detka." (my dearest, baby)

She rocked her hips against my straining cock.