by Christa Wick
A vision of her wrists bound and secured to the bed flashed through his mind.
"Here," he said, lifting her hands above her head, her pale arms framing her face as moonlight filtered through the curtains.
The position lifted her magnificently full breasts and made them strain against the nightgown's modest neckline. Shifting onto his side, he ran his lips across the silk fabric until he found the hardening point of one nipple.
Alina whimpered, her hips resuming their achy dance.
Teething lightly at her nipple and its breast, Mikhael smoothed his hand over the curve of her stomach to the top of her mound. With the gown still separating them, he began to rub. The gentle stroking coaxed her thighs apart. The strokes turned to kneading as he sucked at her nipple.
"Mishka," she softly keened.
He was going to pop just listening to her as she moved restlessly beneath his touch.
Pulling away for a second, he stripped out of his boxers and moved to the end of the bed. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her legs until they were fully open. His hands moved up her calves, pushing the gown as he went. His mouth trailed after, kissing at her knees, then her thighs until the fabric was bunched just below her hips.
"Lift for me, love," he entreated, every nerve ending in his body burning with the need for him to make direct contact with her pussy, to taste and finger and fuck her where she was wet and hot for his touch.
With a groan, she obeyed, her hands darting down to help him clear the fabric.
His mouth sealed instantly over her sex, his tongue taking charge of convincing his Alina just how much he desired and loved her. Her spine arched, forcing her bottom to dig at the mattress as her chest thrust upward.
She squeezed ruthlessly at her breasts, her hips locked in a pattern that had her mound bumping upward against Mikhael's face as suffocated groans wept past her pressed lips.
Thrusting two fingers inside her, he used them as an anchor to bring her back down to the mattress and hold her there as he began a more leisurely examination of her clit. He licked along its sides until she mewled. Next, he danced the tip just under the fleshy hood and its hidden pearl, making her growl.
"This then?" he teased before his lips captured the hood and his tongue began to bully the small kernel all around its nest.
Alina stopped squeezing her breasts and seized Mikhael's head. He had thrown the clippers away after the shoe polish incident. There wasn't enough new growth yet for her to grab hold of his hair, so her nails scraped along his scalp.
He groaned against her flesh, the vibrations to the swollen, sensitive skin making her growl in return. His fingers began to move inside her. She was every bit as tight as he remembered, whereas he had grown larger in every measure.
Adding another finger, he curled his grip and gently twisted as he pushed in and out, his tongue busy licking a short, hard line over and over. He needed her wetter, needed the muscles too fatigued from orgasm to protest his entrance.
She moaned his name—the one only she called him by—as her hands moved to fist the fabric of the nightgown against her mound, her arms flexing to press down as hard as she could.
Inside her, he could feel the sharp contractions of pleasure as her climax began to build. Her legs trembled against his shoulders. Keeping her lips tightly sealed, she moaned and whimpered, her head beginning to thrash as if she wanted to howl.
He growled his own need to have her come, to be the one driving her onto the orgasm that rattled her bones and froze her breath before she melted into a raw, trembling mass.
"Mishka," she let slip again.
His free hand clamped down on her mound, his thumb extended to rub mercilessly at her clit as he lifted his head and looked at her writhe and groan.
"Stop fighting it, love," he begged. "Let me see you come."
His words seem to undo her. She cried out, her body locking in a paralysis of pure pleasure before her hips began to buck wildly and she screamed again, her hands clamped over her mouth to muffle the sound.
Waves of release rolled through her, her flesh under his command as he continued to stroke along her clit and twist three fingers thick inside her wet, clenching depths. Only when he was satisfied he could not wring another ecstatic sob from her lips did Mikhael gently return control of her body.
Her panting mellowed to slow, deep breaths as he settled beside her. With his lips pressed against her shoulder, his fingers traced her collarbone then drifted down to the peak of one breast.
Alina rolled to face him, a tease in her voice. "Can I touch you now?"
He cleared his throat, uncertain how to broach the topic of protection.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked when he waited too long to respond.
"No, love," he hurriedly assured her, capturing one of her dainty hands and bringing it to his lips. "It's just that I don't know how I should proceed."
She giggled, the sound making his chest swell with joy.
"You don't mean you've forgotten? I haven't. Should I show you?"
Reaching between them, Alina captured his cock. He groaned, his entire body vibrating with the desire to bury himself inside her.
"I meant if you wanted me to use protection."
"Oh..."
Her grip on him softened and for a few seconds panic replaced the joy filling his chest.
"I think it's not about what we want right now," she continued, easing some of the tension her temporary retreat had caused. "But what effect it would have on Bogdan if I were to get pregnant so soon."
So soon?
Did that mean another baby—with him—was something she wanted?
Safely tucking that hope to the side, Mikhael cupped Alina's face. "So you would not be hurt or insulted if I happened to have bought some condoms recently?"
Even in the dimly lit room, he could see the scandalous shock spread across her face only to be replaced by a cheeky smile. "I would say your timing was presumptuous—"
"Pathologically optimistic," he countered.
She rejected his characterization with a short shake of her head, then snuggled up against him and planted a kiss on his neck, her mouth just below his ear.
"But I would also say I'm glad because I want you inside me. I want to make you feel like you just made me feel."
“Give me a second, then," he choked out before stumbling from the bed over to the dresser.
When he turned back to the bed, he caught her pulling the nightgown up and off, her voluptuous curves fully revealed by the moonlight darting past the clouds. Seeing him stare at her, she smiled shyly and drew her legs up.
He shook his head as he climbed onto the bed. His hands coaxed her knees apart and then her thighs. He knelt between her legs as he slid the condom onto his erection then flattened his body against the mattress to worship her with his mouth again.
With an aching slowness, he stroked and nibbled, nibbled and licked, his hands massaging her plump mound until she started to groan and shudder beneath his sensual ministrations.
Crawling up her body, he kissed her tenderly before gripping his cock and lining it up with her pussy. Feeling her hips lift, he cautioned her to go slow.
"Like this," he said, allowing just the head to rest against her opening.
Her chest bounced with an unexpected sob.
"So long I imagined us together, then I couldn't imagine anything. I thought I had gone frigid."
"Just dormant," he assured her. "Like a sleeping volcano. You are very much hot and ready tonight, my Alina."
Her head bobbed in agreement and he thought he saw the faint trace of tears as moonlight bounced off her face.
Wrapping her hands around his shoulders, she lifted briefly to draw him into a kiss. He let his weight press her back down to the mattress and pin her there as his tongue and cock began to tentatively probe.
Alina moaned into his mouth, her body still electric from the teasing preparations he had just put her through. She trailed her fingers down his
shoulder blades, then his lower back before she cupped his muscular ass and squeezed.
Air shuddered from his lungs and through his constricted windpipe to release in an ache-filled wheeze as he fought for control. Slowly he pushed in, the crown breaching her tight opening. Then a little further, inch by swollen inch, letting her body adjust before he advanced. When he was balls deep, he let the weight of his lower torso sink him a little deeper.
"I'm stuffed," she said with a faint, rolling laugh that ended with another full throated moan.
Her muscles started to move around his shaft, gripping him like a fist and tugging with authority. She controlled him easily. He would have cut off a hand before willingly pulling out of her. Still, he retreated, just a little, and she rewarded him with a needy whimper and the threatening press of her nails against his bottom.
In he pushed, relishing her satisfied sigh as he stretched her again.
Damn, he felt like Superman—indestructible against everything but this woman moving beneath him, with him, her slick pussy twisting and pulling until his fat head rested against the mouth of her cervix.
His eyes rolled upward and a wave of dizziness washed over him.
Was his body actually threatening to pass out?
Yes. She did that to him.
"Mishka," she whispered, her lips against his ear as she strained upward. "Show me how hard you want me, how you can't hold back now that you have me."
Her words unleashed a beast inside him. He pulled back, the head popping free then pushing quickly back in, filling her with his full length, knocking at her cervix again as she knotted around him, her almost violent contractions milking him as he retreated once more.
A swift, hard return had her hands flying to wrap around the top of the headboard. Her hips lifted, slammed. A growl scratched its way up her throat as her breasts bounced and brushed against his chest.
Supporting his weight on one arm, he covered her hand with his, holding her in place as his hips took up a pounding rhythm that had them both moaning and grunting, their flesh rippling with need as the ache between them desperately scrabbled upward in search of its crescendo.
"Alina," he groaned one last time before his muscles locked and his shaft pumped out its release.
She quivered beneath him, eyes sealed shut and her voluptuous curves vibrating. Her hands slipped from his loose grip to run up and down his chest while she rode the last of her volatile climax calling out his name.
Claiming her mouth in a gentle kiss, he wrapped his arms around her as she collapsed against him.
Exhaustion sweeping through their bodies, he rolled onto his side and cradled her within the circle of his arms, his lips pressed against her temple. His mouth curved in a smile she could neither feel nor see as she slowly drifted to sleep.
There were more than just condoms hiding in the room, he mused. He had gotten a ring long before he had stopped to think about the need for contraceptives.
Reaching down, he pulled the sheet and coverlet up to their chins, Alina already asleep next to him. Stroking her hair, he stared at her relaxed features and formulated a plan on how and when he would propose.
Leaning in, his lips ghosted hers with the night's final kiss before his whispered promise floated in the air above them.
"Soon, my Alina."
Epilogue
Alina
Their Home - Virginia
With someone's finger stroking lightly at her cheek, Alina jerked awake.
The textbook balanced on her belly started a slow slide toward the floor. Mikhael, the stroking culprit, scooped the book up and tucked a slip of paper between the pages to mark her spot. After placing the book on the coffee table, he held his hands out to help her stand.
"No more chapters tonight, love."
She indulged in a long, slow yawn before curling her hands around his. Finally on her feet, she clutched at his arms and tried to shake some feeling back into her legs. A glance at the clock showed that four hours had elapsed since she last stood. Almost an hour of that had been spent asleep.
"Bogdan?" she asked.
"Homework is done, teeth are being brushed."
Smiling, she tried to lean into him, but her belly blocked the way.
"Ooof," she complained, rubbing at the thing with its beachball shape.
"Just a few more weeks," he said, his deep voice rumbling with masculine pride at the baby growing inside her.
Mikhael brought her hands to his mouth just as Alina exhaled a nervous puff of air at the thought of giving birth. With his bright blue gaze studying her face, he planted soft kisses across her palms.
"It won't be like before, love."
Before had been a Russian midwife bribed to keep her mouth shut. Before had been no pre-natal care. Before was a memory and a topic that made her uncomfortable when Bogdan asked about his own birth.
At thirteen, he was fast becoming a man, but she still didn't think he was ready for that much truth. So her answer remained the same, her telling him that, like all things with the Rodchenkos, it had been hard and lonely, but worth it because it brought so much love into her heart.
"Don't be sad, mama," Bogdan said, coming into the living room and perfectly reading her expression. "It's all okay, yes?"
Her head bobbed, the smile she beamed at him genuine. Drawing him into a side hug, Alina kissed his head, something that would not be possible much longer as fast as he was growing.
Seeing the book she had fallen asleep with, Bogdan picked it up.
"Will you teach me how to code? A first grader could do what Mr. Felts is showing us."
She nodded again, eyes misting with pride at how much he loved learning and how good he was at it.
"Oh no, hormones," Bogdan groaned when he saw her emotions getting the best of her.
Over the last few months, he had gotten quite good at recognizing the signs, even though he didn’t know exactly what it was he was alerting Mikhael to when he’d order out with a stern, "Dad, you know what to do."
As he always did, Mikhael just chuckled under his breath before giving Bogdan a very G-rated reply, "First, I will tuck her into bed with a heating pad for her back. Then I will rub her feet until the ‘hormones’ are taken care of."
Bogdan accepted the proposed plan with an approving nod that had Mikhael chuckling again.
Tilting her head fondly at their adorable son, Alina rewarded him with another misty-eyed smile, even as her wayward thoughts began drifting over to all the ways Mikhael would often ‘take care’ of her pregnancy hormones in the privacy of their bedroom.
The heated way Mikhael was gazing at her wasn’t helping her runaway thoughts one bit.
"Get your book bag ready and by the door," Mikhael said, lightly clapping Bogdan on the shoulder. "Then half an hour free time in your room before it's lights out and devices off."
The teen gave them another quick round of goodnight hugs then dashed to his room to deal with his bag. Alina waddled to the master bedroom and put on her nightgown as Mikhael made one final security check.
More than three years had passed and there had been no real threats to their safety. If she could believe Mikhael, there had not even been chatter picked up of anyone seeking to take revenge. Dima's top lieutenants had been as despised as he was—too despised to survive the power vacuum his death created.
Still, Mikhael checked the perimeter each night.
"What is that smile for?" he asked, coming into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
"For you," she answered, sliding beneath the covers and patting his side of the bed. "Our mighty protector."
A soft grin lit his face but he didn't immediately join her on the bed. Stepping into the walk-in closet, he pulled off his shirt, then his jeans. Alina's body twisted the entire time so she could watch each item removed, each muscle revealed.
Turning to find all her attention on him, he chuckled, cupped himself and threw a subtle wink in her direction.
She plopped bac
k on her pillow with a dreamy sigh followed by a giggle.
"This baby will need to be born on time, not a day later," she declared as he climbed into bed to join her. "It’s been so long since I have felt you inside me. So very, very long…"
Mikhael cuddled her side, hand sliding down and over to reach between her legs and stroke at her flesh, fingers dipping to find her absolutely drenched for him, of course.
"Alina, my love, I’m starting to think you say these things to get me as worked up as you are," he accused with a doting smile, and a hardening erection nudging against her hip.
Guilty as charged. It worked each time, too.
She defended her actions with another declaration that, despite its double meaning, wasn’t at all teasing. “You always know just how to make me happy, Mishka.” Then with another bout of hormones hitting her, she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you as happy as I am?”
Eyes tenderly locked on hers, he replied softly, “For ten years, that word didn’t even exist in my vocabulary, or my life. Each day now, I think I can’t possibly feel any happier than I did the day before. And each day, you and our son prove me wrong.”
When a river of emotions began spilling from her eyes in earnest, he kissed her tears away before sealing his lips over hers to ground her the way only he could.
“Now lay back, love. I believe it’s my turn to make you endlessly happy right now.”
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