21. Chapter 21

Jade

It takes a full week before I'm able to be with Dmitri again. Thankfully, the week didn't drag on by at a ridiculously slow speed. Armani made up for his scene from the cafeteria by creating a little campfire for all of our siblings with s'mores and everything. That night on the black sand beach is going to be one of my fondest memories from Empire Academy. I even emailed Dad about it, and he was able to message me back and forth for a whole hour.

From then on, the week was spent using all of our free time to hang out. We all went swimming in the ocean in our uniforms, I took a small hike with Remo, Nico taught me how to tie someone up properly, and Matteo helped me study for fight training since my first sparring match is coming up. And they all ate my first creation from cooking class; strawberry and chocolate crepes that turned out sooo delicious.

I didn't think I could be having a better time unless, of course, Dmitri could be there for all of it, too. So when Ivan told me in class to be ready for a visitor tonight, I was instantly giddy. I had to tell a little fib about having a migraine to keep my room brother free for the night, but thankfully, I don't feel too bad about it.

Dmitri is a bit like a drug, and at the moment, I need another hit.

It's pitch black outside, but I've left my window cracked open just like Ivan asked me to. I've already showered and slipped into the best pajamas I brought with me—a velvety soft sleep skirt and a slim top. Since Dmitri is coming, I put on a fresh pair of panties and kept my bra on as well.

I also put a towel against the small crack under my door to keep the light from my lamp from peeking out into the hallway. I would not survive it if Matteo or Armani saw the signs of me being awake and decided to check on me. Being caught would be awful.

Even though I know we can't have sex since we'll be six feet and two doors away from my brother's ears, I'm still buzzing with anticipation. Sexy anticipation.

Should I kiss him first?

Will he touch me more this time?

I wince. What if he just wants to talk?

Talking would be nice, I do love the sound of his voice… but kissing would be better. I can't be blamed for it, I've missed him all week!

When my watch clicks eleven, I know he'll be here at any moment.

I do another quick glance over my room, ensuring everything is in order. There's no stray thongs on the ground, or other embarrassing personal items lying about, so I let out a pleased sigh.

Once the sound leaves my lips, I hear the slightest sound of creaking.

The small crack in my window widens, big hands forcing the glass to shift upward. I knew Ivan was implying Dmitri would be climbing through my window when he told me to leave it open. But knowing and seeing are two different things in this case. My boyfriend is huge, and this little window is not so much.

Even with a small struggle, he works so fast I don't even have time to ask if he needs any help. He has to tilt his shoulders to put one through at a time, slowly pulling his big body past the opening and into my room. As he stands to his full height, I swallow, obviously looking him up and down.

"That was so hot," I blurt, unable to hold the comment back.

Dmitri chuckles, the deep and delicious sound hitting me right between my legs. He sheds off his jacket, and I'm hit once again. Oh my god, can he just throw me into bed and touch me all over already? Jesus Christ, he's so smoldering I might combust just from looking at him.

"Hello, Krasotka,"hegreets fondly, leaning down to drop a sweet kiss on my forehead. I almost grab him by his shirt and pull him down for more, but he moves too quickly. "I brought you something."

Is it in your pants?

Dmitri starts to rummage around the inner pockets of his discarded jacket. So not his pants, but still his uniform. He starts to pull items out, setting them on my bed as he does. I scan the goodies he's brought with a smile that makes my cheeks ache.

There's two drink bottles, a chocolate almond milk and apple juice—hopefully for me. And chunky saran-wrapped brownies.

He brought me dessert.

"Is this a date?" I ask, biting my lip.

Dmitri nods. "Our first."

Apple juice and brownies on my bed that Dmitri makes look tiny.

This is the best first date ever.

"I love it," I declare, climbing in to sit on my bed while grinning at him.

Dmitri sheds his shoes to do the same. We sit facing one another, my back to the door and his front facing it. This way, he'll be able to see if the handle rattles. I really fucking hope it doesn't.

"What's your favorite dessert?" I ask.

I watch as he unwraps the first brownie, smiling as he passes it to me. Martha would probably have a small heart attack if she knew I was eating without a plate in bed, but what she doesn't know won't kill her.

"Medovik," he answers easily. "It is a sort of Russian honey cake, it's very layered and soft."

Note to self, figure out how to make Medovik.

"That sounds nice," I say, cracking open the seal on my apple juice. "I don't know what my favorite is yet. I never had a lot of sweets growing up, but Matteo has made it his mission to continue introducing me to them. So far, I think I like tiramisu the best, though I think that's more so because it's Italian than because of the flavor since I normally can't stand the taste of coffee."

"You feel connected to it because your family does," he gathers, nodding as though he understands. "That makes sense."

I'm glad it does because I wouldn't know how to explain it further.

"I missed you," I profess, lifting the brownie square to my lips. "I know that probably sounds dramatic since it's only been a little while, but I did."

Taking a bite in case this confession goes wrong, I'm delighted when he smiles. Chocolate flavor bursts on my tongue, and Dmitri pats my exposed thigh.

"I missed you as well."

Butterflies swirl around my stomach, dipping and diving all around in there.

"So, what did you do this week?"

We spend a large chunk of time talking about just that. Dmitri hasn't had quite as an eventual week as I have, but he definitely has a lot of responsibility. Heirs are like acting Capos at Empire Academy. They have a responsibility to keep their people in line as well as keeping them safe and content.

When our brownies are consumed, and our drinks are empty, I grab him a little trash bag to put them in so he can take them when he goes. I wouldn't put it past Matteo to find my garbage contents suspicious, otherwise I'd just toss them in the bin in my bathroom.

"Is this all of you?" Dmitri asks, picking up the framed photo from my bedside. It's a landscape picture taken with all of my brothers.

Dad managed to get Leon and Emilio to swing by for an hour while they were in the area a few months ago, so now we have an updated family portrait. It has all ten of us with Dad and Uncle Cesar, so it's my favorite picture ever.

"Yeah," I answer, looking at it with him. "They used to have a family photo over the mantle in one of the main living rooms, but they replaced it with this one so I could be in it too."

Slowly, he puts it back into place. "It's beautiful."

"We'll take another one with my nephews, my niece, and their moms soon, too," I gush, so excited for when we get to do that.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I can't wait," I confirm. "I love kids. They're so kind and innocent. I just want to scoop them all up and make sure nothing bad ever happens to them."

Dmitri's eyes flash, and he reaches for my hand, lightly leading me back to bed. "You're too good for this world, Krasotka."

"I think the same about you," I confess, whispering.

My too-handsome-to-be-true boyfriend puts me on his knee, having me sit on his warm lap. As his eyes flick to my lips, I know what he's thinking because I'm thinking it too. We each press forward, leaning in for the same thing.

Our lips meet in a gentle brush, my pillowy soft skin connecting with his stronger mouth. We don't hurry yet, moving our lips in a teasingly slow manner. Dmitri savors the touch, surrounding my face with big and protective hands.

As his lips part, mine do too.

He tastes like the sweetest dessert and smells like nothing but man. Cedar or something woodsy with the faintest hints of spice. I could breathe him in for days, never getting enough of it.

Chocolate kisses from Dmitri are my new favorite. He already tastes good on his own, and now his mouth is laced with decadent, sugary loveliness that I want to lick straight from the source. In fact, I have the strangest desire to suck his tongue.

Lost in the kiss, the soft and caring caresses of his lips become firmer and more demanding. Shocking waves of pleasure rise and crash over me, desire beginning to build in my core.

"God, I missed you," I whine, pulling him closer by his shoulders.

His chest meets mine, the rough and toned muscles teasing my heavy but soft breasts constricted behind my bra.

I want it off. Why did I even wear one?

"I know, Krasotka," he replies, voice dripping with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

The feeling is so mutual.

"You can have everything," I offer shamelessly. "I'm yours."

"Yes, you are," he agrees, crushing our lips back together.

We're fully making out now, a heated mess of tongues and teeth, each kiss more fevered than the last. It's getting hot just to touch him, my hands blazing against his chest. I feel like we should take all of our clothes off and keep doing exactly this.

"Jade," he groans, cupping my face. "Krasotka," he rumbles more clearly. "Slow down, love. There's no rush."

My heart continues to race as I pant against his lips. He called me love.

"Maybe I want to rush."

The ache inside of me has to be dealt with, or I might die. It's so heavy, weighing in the pit of my center. The desire to jump Dmitri's bones can not be cooled.

Thumb dragging down my bottom lip, he slowly shakes his head. "I want you slow," he tells me, eyes following the movement of his hand. "I'm going to savor every moment I have with you for a long time before we take any steps further."

"I—"

"Need some relief?" he guesses, stroking a bit of hair from my eyes.

I swallow, nodding steadily.

His hand glides from the end of my hair to the front of my skirt. Dmitri touches me through the fabric, only using one finger to tap against the area. "Do you need me here, baby?"

I nod adamantly, eagerly hissing, "Yesss."

"Does this sweet little pussy need some attention?"

Oh fuck.New favorite word on Dmitri's lips.

"Please," I answer, trying not to squirm in his lap.

"You're doing so good being patient for me," he praises softly. "Keep kissing me, and I'll show you how to make that little ache you have feel so much better."

Loving that idea, I lean back in, pressing my lips to his. I feel him smile into our connection, eating up the obvious need I have for more.

That sultry grin only makes me want him more, but I kiss it off of his face, showing him how badly I want it.

"Straddle my thigh, Krasotka," he instructs, helping me to follow the order by lifting me up. My legs part, and he positions his thick thigh right in the middle of mine.

It already feels better, feeling the slight friction against my pussy.

Keeping his hands on my hips, he squeezes the soft flesh there, and I moan.

"You have to try to stay quiet, baby," he reminds me, kissing the sound from my lips. "Can you do that for me, or do you need something in your mouth to bite?"

I can think of something I want in my mouth, definitely not to bite on, though.

"I can do it," I whisper, trying to sound confident.

Dmitri takes my word for it and kisses me sharply.

Just when I'm about to beg for more, he moves. It's so slight, but it grows. He's rocking his thigh under me, slowly warming me up. Slowly doesn't last very long.

He guides my hips forward, and I gasp against his lips.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're so fucking warm, Krasotka."

When he moves my hips again, I sit down harder against his thigh.

"Ooooh," I moan, dropping my head against his shoulder. "That's… wow."

The pressure of his thick muscle tucked so tightly against my sensitive core has me seeing stars. He's barely started, and he's already soooo much better than a showerhead or my fumbling fingers.

I can't focus on trying to kiss, only on what is happening to me. I'm subtly burning from the inside out, and Dmitri is stroking the fire.

"That feel good, baby?" he asks, licking his lips. "Want to make it feel better?"

Is that even possible?

I gulp, nodding my head in agreement. "Yes, please."

His eyes darken with my answer, and he kisses the center of my chest. "So polite for me." Dmitri scatters kisses all the way up my neck to my jaw, sucking lightly there. "Shift your panties to one side under your skirt, and don't let me see."

I hesitate. "You don't want to look at me?"

"Krasotka, if I see your soaked little pussy right now, I'll devour her. Your legs will be in the air, and my mouth will be on you until you're crying."

Oh please, lord, let this man see a peek of me under my clothes.

"You're not ready for that yet, baby," he says thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Be a good girl and be patient, I can make you feel fucking incredible just like this. Trust me, Jade." The way my name rolls off of his tongue has me swooning.

Hands slightly shaking, I discreetly slip them underneath my skirt. I move my panties to the left, shivering as a bit of cool air touches my bare skin. I hardly graze myself with my fingers, and they come back shining when I pull them out. I move to wipe them off on my skirt when he stops me.

Dmitri pulls my hands up, looking at them with a heated gaze. He carefully separates my wet digits and sucks them between his lips. His eyes close, and his head drops back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

"Start humping, Krasotka, before I can't resist getting another taste."

The first movement I make has me sighing with pleasure. It's so much more raw this way, only the thinnest layer of fabric keeping my skin from his.

"There you go," he encourages huskily. "You want some help going faster, baby?"

"Yessss," I moan. The answer is always yes.

He guides me by my thighs this time, keeping a firm hold on my legs underneath my skirt. If he shifted up just a little, he could touch me directly. The idea is tantalizing, but I kind of really like how he wants to do this one step at a time. Learning how to interact with him without sex has already been strange. I can't imagine how awkward I might be if we hooked up too fast.

Expectations are different when we're on an even playing field and that feels like what Dmitri is trying to create for us. A place where he doesn't have such an upper hand on me in the experience department. Nothing is going too fast or confusing me, and he's still giving me pleasure.

I knew I had wonderful taste when I saw him.

"You're drenching me like such a perfect girl, aren't you, Krasotka?" he asks, the praise sending even more shocks of pleasure through me.

"I feel like…" I suck in a breath, trying to communicate what I want.

"Show me, love. What do you need, hm?"

Hurriedly, I gather his wrists into my grip and pull his hands up. Over my shirt and bra, I press them over my breasts, squeezing the top of them so that he's cupping me. My hips move faster, chasing down the building sensation in my center.

"You want me to give these some attention?" he asks, teasingly moving down the neckline of my blouse. He exposes my bra and then tugs that down too, baring my naked tits before his eyes.

"You're so fucking lovely," he grunts, voice deep and raspy. "Every damn inch of you." My hips rock of their own accord, loving the way he's looking at me.

The rising level of intensity against my clit has my toes curling, and my muscles start to stiffen. I'm getting closer and closer to the edge of something bigger than I've ever felt before.

Dmitri teases my peaked nipples, gliding over them with his thumbs while I continue to buck against him. I have to bite my lip hard enough to give me a pinch of pain, and it's still not enough to hide every bit of sound crawling out of my mouth.

I watch as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I fucking combust. My throat catches on a loud moan, cracking the sound into a cry that I muffle into his shoulder. My pussy contracts around nothing, beating like a heart pumping blood. Ears ringing, I ride out the wave, appreciating the attention Dmitri continues to lavish my breasts with.

My legs shake, trembling around his thigh as the orgasm rocks through me.

"Shhh," he coos, working me through the slowing waves of ecstasy. "You have to be quiet for me, Krasotka. Mmm, there you go, breathe through it, baby."

I whimper against him, a cool brush of calm washing over me. My heart is hammering, but the rush is amazing. It's like the most electric surge of contentment taking over me, and there's nothing I can do except bask in.

Dmitri kisses each of my breasts before covering them up and reaching for my face. He presses little pecks all over, peppering my neck and face while I just breathe. He doesn't seem to care at all that his pants definitely have a wet spot, nor does he mind that I'm a little spacey.

"Is that better, love?" he asks, running his hands down my arms in a gentle caress.

My lips lift in a tired smile. "So much better."

"You need some rest," he notes, not sounding at all disappointed.

"What about you?" I ask, nodding to the substantial lift in his pants.

I don't have to see underneath to know he's hard there.

"I'll take care of myself," he tells me, leaning closer. "Tonight, while you're tucked away in bed, rubbing your little clit to this memory, I'll be fucking my fist thinking of your taste and how goddamn pretty you are when you come for me."

How do I get a ticket to that show?

"O-oh, okay."

"Do me a favor, Krasotka?"

Anything.

"Yes?"

"When you're touching yourself before you fall asleep, and you're about to finish… say my name."

"But you won't hear it?"

"I'll know that you say it," he tells me. "I'll come harder knowing that my girl is in her bed, doing the same thing I am in mine."

And damn, only fifteen minutes after he leaves, I have to tuck my fingers into my panties and rub until I come. I make good on my promise, whispering his name into my pillow until my orgasm subsides, and I drift off into a dreamless sleep.