by Janae Keyes
I made quick work of getting out of my jeans, my dick springing free and hard as ever, only for her. I slid a finger up her slit, feeling how wet she was, she was waiting for me, and I took no time before I penetrated her awaiting pussy.
“Mmm, yes please, Alexei,” Rae hummed from under me as I gripped her hips and slammed into her. I already felt her tightening around me. She wasn’t going to last long, but I wanted to give her more, give her everything.
“I do not have understand of what you do with me,” I told her. I thought of the man I was, hardened and alone. She’s brought this sense of life to me that I never imagined and when our bodies pulsed together, it was an explosion of infinity. “More than air is needed, I need you.”
Bending over her, yet keeping my rhythm, rocking into her tight hole, I planted kisses on the back of her neck. Her breath was rapid and she arched with each kiss I gave. My kisses quickly turned to bites on her soft skin.
“Fuck,” she hissed onto the pillow, and I felt it, her explosion rocked me hard, but I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel yet. Rae’s body shuttered under mine, reeling from her hot orgasm.
I knew immediately what I wanted to do to her next; I’d rock her to a core in a way she’d absolutely never forget.
Sliding out of her, I used her cum that soaked my cock, and spread it up from her slit to her other hole. Rae shuttered, but for only a second. I felt it, her handing over her explicit trust to me for what I was about to do.
“Relax body, Kisska,” I said as I brushed hair from over her shoulder. “Tell me, you want it, yes?”
“I want it, Alexei.”
That was all I needed before I pressed into the puckered hole of her back entrance, evoking soft whimpers of pleasure from her. I took my time, inching into her, stretching her open for me. It was incredibly tight, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long in her.
“Rae, rub clit for me.” She maneuvered, and I knew when her fingers began to make work of her pleasure bud when she pulled me in deeper. Fuck, it was the most erotic moment of my existence.
Once to the hilt, I began to ride into her, slowly at first, but increasing my speed. Her cries egging me on, making me fuck her juicy ass with everything I could.
And as soon as it began, it was ending. My balls tensed, her preparation for my impending explosion and my name slipping from Rae’s lips. I pulled out at the exact moment my eruption hit, spilling my cum onto her back. The thick and white liquid splattered onto her dark skin, nearly making me come again.
“Kisska, nothing has been perfect in life, but you are. I was given a piece of perfect in you. You’re my absolute everything,” I said to her before I took a tissue to her back, to clean her up before I’d take her into the shower, where I planned to fuck her again, and we’d fuck another time before morning.
My last night with Rae would be nothing more than pure and simple passion, laced with the love we held for one another.
We spent a day in the house, only giving one another the love we knew we wouldn’t be able to once she walked into the embassy in Moscow. The woman I wanted to keep as mine and have her one day bare my last name, would be on a plane, back to the life she knew and I’d be faced with the consequences of my past transgressions.
“Come, I must get ticket,” I said to Rae as I held her hand tightly.
We’d entered the busy train station. There were bodies bustling all around us, going in every direction possible. I had to keep hold of her, keep track of her. All the while, I knew that someone could always be watching, keeping track of every movement we made. We had to make quick work of getting our tickets and onto the train that would overnight us to Moscow.
I weaved us through the crowds to a pillar. I put Rae’s back to the stone column and stared her directly in the eyes to make my instructions for the moment very clear.
“Do not move. There is no reason for move. I return with ticket,” I said to her sternly. She nodded and didn’t say a word. “Keep natural. I return.”
With my words, I left her alone. I didn’t want to do it, but it would make my work quicker. There was no time to take a look back to make sure she was fine, but I would trust she would be.
It was evening rush hour, and there were people coming in every direction. I had one goal, get our overnight tickets in my hand. Once in line, I tapped my feet, waiting to get to the window. Looking over my shoulder, there were too many people to find Rae in the crowd. I hoped she was still where I’d left her.
“Yes,” the attendant snapped as I made it to the front of the line. The older woman glared at me, awaiting my answer.
“Moscow, overnight for two people,” I informed the woman.
“8 768 ruble,” she stated. I gave her the money, received my change and my tickets in return, before I quickly hurried away with my bag over my shoulder, to find Rae.
She was exactly where I left her, standing at the column. The fear in her eyes diminished the moment I approached her. There were bags under her eyes, not from our nights of lovemaking, but from the nightmares that woke her when she’d sleep.
“Come, we get to platform.” I took her by the hand and pulled her along. It wasn’t hard to feel her trembling limbs. She was afraid, and so was I, but I had to keep my strength for her.
We arrived at the platform, and the train had already arrived. We found our car and where our sleeper cabin was. Rae sat on the bottom bunk in silence. She watched out the window as passengers boarded the train. Both of us were in the dark to where this would go for us.
I’d spoken to my mom before we left. She’d made it to my other property, the other that no one knew about. I needed her safe there. Katya’s body had been immediately cremated, and there was a quiet service at the church. When I told Rae, she cried for an hour straight.
A whistle blew, and the train began to move. We were off into the darkness of the Russian night. I closed the curtains and laid on the bed, pulling Rae into my arms. She pressed her nose to my chest, I felt her lips leave a kiss that brought a smile to my face.
“When do we arrive?” Rae asked quietly.
“In morning. Do you have hunger?”
“A little.”
“Soon we will get food and rest. There is car with food,” I explained to her as I stored our bags, though we were traveling relatively light. There wasn’t much we needed and Rae’s things were at my aunt’s house. I’d told my mom when it was all over she could mail everything to Rae’s place in Seattle.
“What is first thing you do when you go home?” I asked her, eager to talk about her future, one that I hoped was bright for her.
“Call my mom. I want to book a trip to see her and my sister. I’ll need to move. I can’t stay in that apartment, too many memories with Katya. I suppose I will get a smaller place to have alone and then get back into school. There was this TA position I really wanted. Maybe I still have a chance.” She was trying to bring as much optimism as possible into her weakened voice.
Under her sweater, I ran my fingers over the smooth skin of her back. My fingers on her skin the electricity of our bond shot through me.
“Do you think you could try to come to the States?” she asked, anxiously.
“I have doubt I would be allowed. I do not think criminals like me are invited. I serve too much danger. Only model citizens get the visa,” I said with a sigh. Being with Rae was all I wanted in this life. I knew the moment she left, my heart would have a whole in it that could never be filled with someone else, only Rae.
“I know,” she whispered painfully. I would never ask her to stay in Russia, there was too much at stake and the dangers to her life grew with every moment she spent with me. “It would be nice though, if you could come. I’d show you all around Seattle and we could go to California to visit my family, they would love you.”
“I do not think.” Why would her family love me? I’d put her through a mess that she didn’t deserve to be in. I was behind the trauma that made her scream in the night.
We laid in silence as the train moved us toward our destination. Rae snuggled into my chest, and I inhaled the scent of her hair. There wouldn’t be much longer that I could find the bliss I found in her scent and mere presence.
“We go for food now?” I asked her, to receive a nod in response.
Rae stood, and I follow suit. The sleeper cabin that we occupied was small, and there was barely enough room for the two of us to stand together. Her body pressed to mine, I placed my hands on her hips and yanked her in, just that bit closer.
“Goodbye is hard,” I said to her as she turned to face me.
She peered into my eyes with her chocolate brown ones. There wasn’t a way that she could mask the sadness she held in them. From the moment we met, our lives would never be the same. There was this dynamic we held from that first moment when my eyes met hers, we’d never go back.
“Come.” I smacked my hand over her behind before taking her hand and opening the door of our cabin.
I held her hand as we steadied ourselves in the moving train car and started toward the bar car. Most passengers seemed to be sleeping, and it was all quiet as we crossed a few cars before we arrived at the bar.
The attendant motioned for us to take a table. I found one for us and allowed Rae to take her seat before I sat across from her. I wasn’t incredibly hungry, but it was a good idea to get something on my stomach.
“I’m starving,” Rae mentioned as she picked up the menu.
“Get anything,” I said as I decided on only a cup of tea and syrniki.
The attendant, a young woman, came to take our order and our food arrived not soon after. The syrniki was okay, not as good as the one’s Olga made, but decent for me to tolerate. Rae settled on Pelmeni. As I finished, I watched Rae eat.
“What?” she asked sweetly before putting another dumpling into her mouth.
“You look very cute,” I mentioned to her sticking out her tongue at me, I chuckled in response as she kicked me under the table. “Watch self, Kisska.”
“What are you going to do? Spank me.”
“That is possible, but I know you enjoy good spank.”
“Only from you,” she whispered as her eyes hooded over and her lashes fluttered.
My dick strained against the zipper of my jeans. Her sex appeal was so natural and easy. It struck me there, how imperative it was that she went to the embassy for help and left this country behind.
“Let’s go, we will get rest for morning,” I instructed as I stood, throwing money to the table to cover our meal. Rae was quick to follow, and I led her from the car, back to our room.
Something didn’t feel right; there was something off. We passed passengers in the non-sleeper car, as when we first went through. Most were asleep still as it was after midnight. Nothing seemed out of place, but it still didn’t strike me at normal.
Rae turned back to me as I’d paused, she looked confused to why I’d stopped. Shaking the feelings away, I rejoined her as we continued back to our assigned cabin.
Once inside, I slipped off my shoes and climbed onto my bunk, Rae followed suit and snuggled into my arms. The uneasy feelings remained. Something told me I should have left her to the embassy in St. Petersburg, not bring her along. Again, I shook feelings away and held her close. The doubts in my mind were eating me alive. I was never one to have doubts and was always sure. The unknown was not a realm I spent my time in. I enjoyed knowing every situation I was going into without that shadow of doubt leaving a cloud.
For once, I was the blind, leading the blind.
Chapter 19
Rae
His energy filled me; it was uncertain and unsure. He tried to hide it, but I felt it, as soon as the shift occurred. On the way back to our cabin, something changed. Alexei was no longer in charge, but had become a pawn in a much larger scheme.
“I can’t sleep,” I whispered to him. He kissed my cheek before he began to sing. The soft melody was in Russian, but lulled me into relaxation. When Alexei sang, there was a raw emotion that filled the cabin, and he seemed to mean every word, though I couldn’t understand them.
As he finished, I turned to face him. I enjoyed his warm breath on my face and the way his hands slid down my body and over my behind, causing a shiver to run down my spine. His touch had an effect on me that no one else could give.
“What are the words? Could you translate it for me?” I asked, eager to know the lyrics of the song he’d sang to me.
“You are flower, very delicate to me. You are queen of garden, the prize of all. I tend you with care, and you return love. I watch you in moonlight, the light on petals. You dance in rain; your strength gives to me. You are mine for pick, a delicate prize. You do not fade, only give more bloom, my delicate flower, always my love.” As he translated the words, his eyes were closed and a smile came to his lips.
“Beautiful,” I breathed.
“It was song grandfather sang to Babushka for marriage. They sang for Mama and Tsvetana. Mama sang to me. Now, I sing for you,” he explained, telling me the family history of the song. It was something passed through generations, and he passed it to me.
Rather than allow my tears to escape, I kissed him hard. My hands held his face; I wanted to give him everything. Everything I wouldn’t be able to give him once I was gone. Eventually, I would have to leave him, and I’d be left the memories, like of this night.
“Love me,” I hum onto his lips. “Alexei, love me,” I demanded and he obliged by pinning me under him in one quick moment.
My jeans were ripped down my legs, along with my panties, and I kicked them off. Alexei unbuckled his belt and pulled off his own jeans and underwear. His hands spread my legs and he made quick work of sliding into me.
Unlike every other time, I had to fight to be quiet. He felt so good, pumping into me, deeper with each thrust. I gripped his shoulder, my nails digging deep into his skin. I bit down on my bottom lip and kept my screams buried inside.
The moving of the train made it all more intense as he pumped into me, the train bounced along the tracks. I now understood people who enjoyed sex on washing machines; the extra movement made it all that more intense.
Alexei’s lips were on my skin, planting fire on my collarbone, and biting down between kisses. I almost can’t take the multitude of sensations moving through me, when he switches up and pulls me on top. Alexei is all about his power and dominance, but he’s handed it over to me.
I pulled my shirt off and he reached around to unhook my bra. I allowed it to slide off my arms and my tits bounce out. Alexei grinned up at me before he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth while he gave my ass a smack. I gasped and rode him in the confined space.
With our love coursing through us, we both fell apart. I kissed him to keep from crying out, and he gripped me hard, shooting his cum into me. Our relationship was passionate, physical, highly erotic, and irreplaceable.
I settled my body next to his, and he pulled me in close. He took the thin blankets we were provided with and covered our bodies. Sleep came easily with the beating of our hearts lulling us into our dreams.
“Kisska, calm for me,” Alexei’s voice made my eyes shoot open. The rocking of the train confused me. My entire body was shaking intensely. My breaths rapid, and strong arms held me. “There was nightmare.”
“Hold me,” I whispered through the tears that fell from my eyes.
The nightmares seemed to only get worse. Over and over, every night, I relived the moment Katya died. The fear with each night grew. It only drilled in why Alexei wanted me to safety and not with him. It was choosing between my imminent death, or leaving the love of my life behind, to never see him again.
Alexei began to sing, it was the song he’d sang to me earlier in the night. I listened to his every word, the sweetness that laced his
voice, along with the sadness and longing. I was pulled back into my slumber as if I’d never woken.
My eyes opened, I could see out of the curtain, it was still dark outside. Alexei lay fast asleep next to me. He needed his sleep as I knew he hadn’t been getting much in the past nights.
Carefully, I slipped from his arms and out of the bunk. I steadied my feet in the moving carriage as the train rolled through the Russian countryside, toward our destination. I was as quiet as possible as I slipped my clothes on and put on my shoes before leaving the cabin.
Upon checking my cell phone, it was already seven in the morning, and the train was to arrive in Moscow for just after eight. I figured I could get some breakfast for Alexei and I. Plus, food would likely help my stomach as waves of nausea were hitting me, likely from the constant motion of the train for hours.
As we’d done early in the night, I trekked through the cars of the train, from the sleepers to the passenger car for those who only purchases seats, and to the bar car. It was much more crowded than in the middle of the night.
The attendant had changed out and was now an older gentleman. I squeezed in at the counter and waited patiently for the attendant to get to me. He hurried along with orders of coffee and other items before he reached me.
“Dobroye utro,” he said, wishing me a good morning.
“Dobroye utro,” I responded. “May I have two teas and two Sladkay Bulochka.”
“Da, it comes,” he answered before going to make my order.
I tapped my fingers on the counter as I watched the sun beginning to rise over the horizon. The dark blue of the sky was growing lighter.
“American?” a gruff voice questioned from next to me.
I looked up to see a man who was possibly in his late thirties. He wore a thick black sweater and dark gray coat. His hair was as dark as night and his eyes a sinister shade of dark green. I inhaled before giving him a kind smile. Maybe smiling wasn’t the right move. I’d always heard that when Americans traveled abroad, they smiled too much and it gets us into trouble.