Building the Tension | ✔ | 18+

Chapter 4b

Author's Notes:

Mature content in this chapter.

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I looked down at myself and blushed a little. My white lace bra was all but completely see-through, leaving little to the imagination. He'd already seen me completely naked once before, but this time, it was just us. There was no lust charm. It was just him, looking at just me.

Dimitri met my eyes. Ever the cautious and respectful man he was, Dimitri asked, "Is this okay? We don't have to do anything you don't want to." I took my hands off of his back, and began unfastening the rest of the buttons on my shirt, my eyes never leaving his, pulled it off behind my back and tossed it off.

"It seems like I have a lot more clothes on than you do," I mused, as he stared at me, entranced. I looked down at him and noticed that the towel was still covering him, but only just, and there was a very large bulge quickly developing underneath it. I smirked. "We should fix that."

"Roza," he practically growled my name, as he came back to my lips to possess them once more. His hands quickly went to work unfastening my pants, then tugging them off of me in one continuous motion, so fast it nearly took my breath away, momentarily breaking the kiss to stand and remove them. "Better now?" he asked, coming back to my neck.

"Mmm-hmm," I replied, "Getting there." I began running my fingers along the oblique muscles along his sides, distracted for only a moment thinking back to the trainings we had both done to strengthen those and so many other muscles, feeling his lips stray down my jaw and to my collarbone, his hands struggling to undo my bra. I had to stifle a giggle that such a skillful, graceful man could be so completely baffled by something as simple as a bra. Dimitri growled in frustration, abandoned the clasp, moved his hands to the shoulders, and pulled the straps down, dragging the cups down to my waist, then lowered his lips down to kiss one breast, letting his fingers trail like fire to the other, squeezing and rubbing at the tender flesh of one nipple with his hand, his mouth circling the other. I let out a moan as his mouth made that contact.

"Roza," he murmured against my skin, "Oh Roza." I let my hand trail from Dimitri's side to his amazing abs, feeling the firmness and the smooth indentations of his chest. "Roza," he said again, pinching my nipple between his fingers and subconsciously thrusting his hips towards me. "Roza," he whispered against my flesh, giving me a vigorous lick that caused me to moan, "Roza, you're driving me crazy."

God, how I wanted to remove that towel...

"You're not the only one, Comrade," I replied, breathless.

Dimitri moved back, smirking at me with a playful look in his eyes. "Comrade?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "Really? You're going to call me that now? Oh, now you asked for it," he said in that gorgeous Russian accent that I couldn't get enough of. He brought his lips back up to mine, twisting one hand into my hair, the other on the small of my back, and kissing me for all he was worth, practically crushing my body up against his. I moaned again into his kiss.

Up against my stomach like that, I could feel exactly how hard he was through that towel, and all I wanted was to remove it. When he had pulled me in close to him like that, my hands had slid back to his sides, but I let them drift down to the edge of that towel now, sliding a finger inside the cloth on each side and giving a gentle tug.

Instantly, Dimitri froze. I opened my eyes to see his eyes wide, staring back at me. He broke off the kiss. "Are you sure?" he asked again.

I licked my lips and looked into his eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I said, going back in to kiss his lips again as I pulled the towel apart, feeling his shaft spring free and the bare skin make contact with my stomach. I glanced down, trying not to ogle him too obviously, enjoying the beauty of his entire body.