She was like a siren's song to me. Kissing her like this, touching her this way, feeling her close to me like this, the feeling of her skin against mine this way drove me mad with my longing and desire for her. I wanted her sooo much that it felt as though I was drowning in my desire, need and passion for her.
"I need you so much Dimitri." She moaned huskily against my ear.
"I need you too detka, soooo soooo yeblya much lyubov' moya. So yeblya much my angel." I panted out with what little air that I had left in my lungs. (baby, fucking, my love, fucking)
I quickly shoved her suitcase off the bed and into the floor as I lay her back onto the thick, fluffy, black and gray bedspread that lay on the top of her bed. Before I realized it my duster, both of our shirts and her bra were all on the floor on top of her suitcase.
"Roza lyubov' moya, if I don't stop soon I'm going to make love to you." I panted. (my love)
"Yes, please do. Please make love to me Dimitri." She begged in a voice gruff and husky with desire, need, want and passion.
I captured one of her nipples between my lips while one of my hands caressed, pinched, tugged and rolled her other nipple and the other gripped her hip tightly. Now, I was grinding my hips against her core.
"I want you Roza, I want you so yeblya bad you just can't know detka." I said just before I gently bit down on her nipple which made her moan again, as her hips thrust up against mine and her back arched up off the bed. (fucking, baby)
She was trying her best to get closer to me, just as close as she could physically get. Only her mind wasn't in any more in control of her body right this moment than my mind was in control of my body. We were both being driven solely by our baser instincts; our need, want, desire, love, passion and lust for each other. We weren't thinking we were acting and reacting, ad we weren't even capable of rational thought right now. (hell)
I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything in my whole entire yeblya life. Even more than I had ever wanted to be a guardian. But when I finally took her, when we finally made love for the very first time, I didn't want to be rushed. I wanted us to be able to take our time with each other. I wanted us to enjoy and savor each other's bodies and the connection between our hearts, minds, bodies and souls that I knew for a yeblya fact that we would feel and experience. (fucking, fucking)
I wanted us to enjoy the completion that I knew, for an absolute fact, that we would both feel when we finally came together as one. And I didn't want us having to rush those feelings. No, I wanted us to be able to bask in the afterglow of our love making when we did finally get to make love for the very first time.
"I do know, believe me I do know. I am just as wet as you are hard baby."
O blyad', I really didn't need to know that right now. Not when I was trying soooo yeblya hard to maintain a firm grip on my teeter tottering and quickly disappearing and dissolving self-control. And hearing her call me baby? Well, that just shot a pulse wave of pure heat, fire, desire and electricity straight to my ever growing, hardening and throbbing cock. (oh fuck, fucking)
"Take me Dimitri, make me yours."
Now it was my turn to moan. "I want to Roza, you have got to know that detka. But I can't, not yet; because we still need to talk first." I said as I tried my best to get a grip on myself. (baby)
"Please, Dimitri, I want you to give me my very first orgasm." She whimpered as she arched her back into my touch as I caressed her breast.
O blyad', I definitely didn't need to hear that right now because it just made it a million times harder to stop. Blyad' me, did I want to be inside this woman, this goddess, my soul's one true mate, the other half of my soul, mind, heart and body. I needed desperately to be inside what I knew would be her incredibly tight, wet, warm, pulsating core. I needed that soooo yeblya desperately that I was near to losing my mat' blya mind. (oh fuck, fuck, fucking, mother fucking)

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RomanceIt is CHRISTmas time at the academy, which as we know means a trip to the ski lodge. But what will happen to the gang after the attack on the Badica's and Art Schoenberg's death? Will there be more deaths of those we all know and love and love to ha...
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