"Rose -mfmm- slow down."

He held her face in his hands, gently prying her away for some room to breathe, only to have her hands tangle in his hair and yank back down to her lips. He accepted her tongue into his mouth readily, sucking on it gently before pulling away once more with a chuckle.

"And I thought I was teaching you self-control," he mused softly against her lips as she writhed against him.

"Dimitri," she groaned heavily, rolling onto her back, "We've been here for forty minutes and all you've let us do is make out. What's wrong with this picture?"

"The fact that you see a problem with it to begin with? And we've only been here twenty minutes."

She'd dragged him out of the car by the collar of his coat, not letting him unpack a single thing before she'd found the first available bed and nearly launched him onto its bare mattress.

She started wrestling with his belt, at this he finally sat up and edged away.

"Rose, at least let me make the bed. Put some sheets on it. Have you eaten yet today?"

She tilted her head at him incredulously. "You're concerned with the contents of my stomach at a time like this? The only thing you should care about now is fucking me until I need my hips re-aligned."

"Romantic," He sighed, running a hand over his face.

"We're past that point right now," she grabbed him, pulling him back for a kiss.

Mid-kiss, she started shucking off her clothes; jacket, shirt, popping the button of her jeans open and pulling away to wriggle out of them.

"Rose, a little self-control."

"I've been waiting for this for a long time. Get inside me already."

"Rose, you know why we're here. Can you stop being so demanding and enjoy the moment."

"Dimitri, I can not-"

"Roza," his hands tangled in her hair, holding her head in place. His eyes bore into hers. "You aren't even here with me. Look at me. Be with me right now."

Her breath was anxiously evacuating her lungs, she grabbed at his shoulders, clutching, like he was going to vanish.

She knew they had that night, and he was wasting time, and what if this was all she got? Rose thrived on the possibility of indulgence more than the act itself. Having to limit something that felt to huge to her, so all-consuming, was making her pulse skyrocket.

"Roza," his voice was far away, but it sounded concerned, "What's wrong? Talk to me."

"It's so much," she choked out, "I feel so much for you. It's like, everything I have."

She threw her arms over her face, going limp like she was unplugged. Just moments before she was keyed up, vibrating with need, and she lay on the mattress with all that life just gone in a flash.

Dimitri let out a heartbreakingly mournful sound, wrapping her tight in his arms.

"I know. I know how hard this is. Don't think you're alone in how you feel."

She melted into his arms, relieved to be held, because she did have him in that moment, even if her whole body was burning for him to fuck her.

His lips brushed over her temple.

"Rose, I need you to do something for me."

She couldn't even fathom what he was asking her for, but the question made it feel like he'd ripped her guts out. When she answered, her voice was small.

"What?"

"I need you to talk a shower, calm down a little while I get things ready for us."

Her hands went to the lapel of his coat, clinging.

You can get through twenty minutes Rose. I promise you."

She doubted that.

She got through twenty minutes, barely.

When she walked back into the room, she was relieved to see a lack of rose petals and candles. Instead, he'd made the bed, and turned off the overhead lights, which emphasized the huge picture window looking out over the mountains. It was a cloudy day, but still bright enough to illuminate the room and brush white light across their skin.

He was still dressed, and he sat on the bed, waiting for her.

She had a towel on, and for a moment before seeing him contemplated just dropping it upon entrance and ravaging him.

Instead, she walked over to where he sat, standing between his legs.

"Feel better?" he asked, hands roaming her back as she nuzzled under his neck.

"Mmm," her arms went around him. She was no less excited, but she did feel a lot better. His hands worked at massaging her back, down to her hips, naughtily groping at her ass over the towel. His fervour stunned her a little, made her almost shy to disrobe, even though he seen and loved it all before.

His hands slid back up her sides soothingly, and then he cupped her face in his hands.

"Are you with me?"

She met his eyes this time, her whole body vibrating with want. And a little fear.

"I'm with you."

"I'm with you," he returned, "I'm always with you, okay? My Roza…"

"Dimitri," she swallowed thickly, "put your mouth on me."

His arms banded around her waist, upsetting her balance so she fell against him, and held her close. His eyes were dangerous.

"Where?"

Her neck arched back. God, he was a tease.

"Anywhere," she breathed out with finality, "I just want it."

First her neck felt a hot, wet suction. The contact was so intrinsically craved her knees almost caved. He knew her weak spot, behind her ear but only if there was something noisy going on with his mouth, so he went there next.

His lips, kissing wetly, traveled down her chest next. The towel fell. She thought there'd be more ceremony to when it eventually did. But no. It was just not necessary, immediately forgotten.

His lips closed around a nipple. Her fingers tangled in his hair, fuck, she loved his hair and it was something that was so fun for filthy purposes.

Even with the tight bud in his mouth, he barely ghosted his tongue over it, it was more that he was getting it wet instead of touching it. She mewled softly. Easily tamed if she had to ask for him to give her pleasure, and he only barely complied.

"Dimitri," it burst out of her lips like a gasp, this soft little sound.

He released her for a second, her nails digging into his scalp to urge him back to her breast.

"I know, I know," he crooned soothingly.

He traveled his mouth over to the other breast, this time sucking it into his mouth with urgency.

The understimulated first breast was especially in agony from this.

His arms secured around her back, and he flipped her onto the mattress, kneeling on the floor as she sat on its edge.

"You know what I'm going to do to you, Roza?"

She had something snarky at the tip of her tongue, but she wanted to hear his voice, not use her own in this moment.

"I'd rather if you told me."

"I'm going to lick your cunt, Roza, until you come so much you try to pull all of me inside you. And then I'll give your ready cunt my cock. But only then."

She whimpered as he placed a hand under her breasts, pushing back to lie on the bed.

He mouthed at the inside of her thigh, reaching a free hand up to roll her aching, abandoned nipple between his fingers. At that contact, she was seeing stars.

"Do you think your prowess is actually in toying with my impatience, not in actual pleasure?" she groaned, pressing her nose into the comforter.

That comment seemed to hit a sore spot, because in an instant his mouth was on her, between her legs, wet and searching and moving insistently and she was gone.

Her thighs wrapped around his head, feet planted at his shoulders. His arms banded tightly around her hips. As much as he liked Rose active, he really seemed to like to keep her from being so when he pleasure her. In his vice grip, she couldn't get the slightest motion against his mouth to try and interfere with his plans for her.

He built her up at a steady pace, tongue gently circling her clit, getting her body to tense so he knew that anything more would completely send her over. Then he freed one hand and teased his fingers inside her, just at the opening, and stroking upwards where she was softest.

One of her hands fisted in his hair, the other covered his mouth.

He continued to stimulate her g-spot as he pulled his mouth away.

"Your sounds do as much for me as I'm doing for you. Don't deny me that."

A harsh cry choked in her throat, cut off by her own inability to sustain it. God, she wanted this man. More than anything.

His mouth returned the moment she was coherent enough to get a soft moan, her whole pussy clenching around his fingers. The return of his mouth to her clit, sucking this time, was what got her.

Tremors racked through her body, and as he withdrew his finger tips from her g-spot to insert a single one inside her, he felt the way her pussy clenched on them, wanting a cock to fill it properly. He could feel the inner fluttering of the most violent orgasm of her life.

He'd award her some of the fullness she craved, but only a small doses.

He had two fingers inside her, now sucking on her clit, cheeks hollowed as he thrust instead of stroked.

With his hands busy, her hips jacked up off the bed. She gave him a series of broken cries, not even knowing what to ask for because there wasn't anything about it that wasn't perfect but she needed more.

That's all it took, his mouth between her legs and his fingers and his hair in her hands for only a few minutes before she was coming again, legs going limp around his ears.

But he kept at it until she squirmed away. She was getting sensitive, but so wet that it was obvious how little resistance her body would give him, small as she was.

She crawled up the bed, trying to hint she was ready, resting her head on the pillows.

He followed, shucking his shirt off and removing his belt and jeans, clad in boxer-briefs in a silently implied control of the situation.

He spooned behind her, hands slithering between her legs.

"Dimitri, please," her hips tried to shove him away.

"One more before I fuck you."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"Please," she whined.

He pulled her chin to get her to look at him.

"Are you with me right now?"

Her pupils were almost blown out, having swallowed her irises.

"How can you ask that right now? Of course."

"Do you think I know you enough to know what you can give me?"

She licked her lips, which felt achingly dry.

"Dimitri…"

"You'll come again, and then I'll fuck you."

His hand returned to her pussy, parting her lips and planting a thumb on her clit before sliding two finger inside, back to her g-spot.

She writhed against him, but in this position, he could have his free hand on her go everywhere, his lips whispering in her ear all kinds of implied filthy russian that had her clenching and rushes of wetness meeting his touch. He was pressed tight against her and she could not do anything to stop his touch.

This. This was exactly what she wanted from him.

"You're being so good for me," he teased, and she groaned, but it gave way to a whimper as she tensed up with one final orgasm.

"Overkill," she whispered weakly.

"Sorry."

His shit-eating grin didn't match up with the word.

He freed himself from his boxer-briefs, tossing them to the floor as he rolled her onto her back.

"Hey," she said weakly.

Hey," he answered, smoothing her sweaty hair out of her eyes.

His touch turned gentle, lips soft against hers.

"Dimitri, I need you to fuck me now."

Some things didn't require any pretense.

Dimitri pulled back, kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts in a loving, reverent way. She had a hand planted on his shoulder, another in his hair.

She let out a soft gasp as he slid inside her.

He was right about one thing. That last orgasm was the one that did it. She was at her most sensitive but also relaxed. She accepted him without any pain.

She thought of her tense body barely an hour ago, all corded muscle and anxious want, and thought about his size trying to get past that inside her. God, it would have been agony for her. And he stopped that, despite her trying to get naked and begging.

"You really love me," she mused as he buried his face in her neck, "if you'd only have me if it would be like this."

He growled into her skin.

"Rose, I do love you, and your pussy is the best thing I've ever felt, but I'm really trying hard for this to not end right here and now so can we talk about that in a minute?"

And despite anything, the drama and the romance and every bit of tension along the way, with him finally inside her, she threw her head back and laughed. Her hand in his hair tightened. Her body shook with laughter, and while he tensed in response, clenching his eyes shut for a moment to fight the stimulation it was giving his cock, he managed a weak laugh as well.

Her hands smoothed over the skin of his back when she was done. He smiled down at her, because while the idea of Rose Hathaway bursting out laughing the same minute he'd finally slid his cock inside was a horrifying thing, she was so beautiful. He couldn't think of anything better than seeing her this happy. Well, naked and happy.

He pressed his brow against hers for a moment.

"Rose? I need to…"

"Do whatever you want," she whispered, burying her face in his neck and bringing her knees up against his ribs, "I'm fine right here."

He moved against her, grinding pleadingly, rolling his hips to try and stimulate her clit as he fucked her. His efforts seemed to work, Rose was red-faced and breathless under him, and while the sight did nothing to his uphill battle with his own stamina in that moment, he wouldn't trade anything for what he was seeing.

A shaky hand slid between them, petting her where they were joined, and while it wasn't mind-blowing or earth-shattering, she was able to give him one more orgasm. It was mostly a whimper and a few trembling clutches, but he maybe had overdone it a little.

But he could finally give himself the pleasure of spiraling down into Rose, his cock begging for the privilege to finally cum inside her. And he did, teeth seeking her shoulder in a rough bite, body seizing up with need.

Rose got to watch this, feel him collapse against her, hold his spent body in her arms.

She sat up and his arms encircled her, head resting against her belly. She loved him like this. Finally sexually exhausted the way she always felt in his hands. It warmed her completely, to have given him pleasure. In...an embarrassingly short span of time. But they'd work on that. She wasn't complaining about any of it. It was perfect.

She combed his long, sweaty hair out of his face. He stared up at her adoringly.

They didn't need to say it in that moment. The love was felt, and known, and expressed. Just without words. It was almost too scary to say in the state they were in.

Instead, she leaned down to kiss his brow.

She had to fight back a laugh in order to finally say:

"You know, for fucking a student, this was a pretty good idea."