He captured her lips, his desperate mouth licking into hers with an urgent need that couldn’t wait for permission. One hand anchored at the back of her neck, keeping her lips fused to his as the other hand grabbed on to her hips, tugging her left leg over his waist so that… yes, her hot center was now exactly where it needed to be.
A complete erection soon followed, so instantaneous, the pain of it sent him into auto-pilot. He flipped her over, putting her beneath him. She was alright. It had only been a nightmare. But he had to make sure. He needed to get inside her, to bury himself in her sweet warmth.
“Let me in,” he heard himself begging. “I need you. I need you, zhena.”
Her soft moan was all the permission he needed.
One moment there was still a pair of sweat pants between them and the next, they were no longer a concern, pushed down and yanked off. He disposed of his own briefs and then he was back on top of her, guiding himself into her slick, clenching wetness and taking what he needed to erase the nightmare.
Her hands gripped his side and her legs veed wide to let him in, accommodating him on top of her in a way he’d had no reason to hope for. Gratitude, piercing and unexpected, welled up inside him and he closed his eyes as he rolled into her tight sanctuary, reveling in her body.
And what had started with him getting what he needed from her suddenly did a 180. Nikolai fell over her, claiming her lips again as he slowed down his thrusts. He wanted to pay her back for the gift of her soft comfort. He wanted to make her feel good, better than good.
He was soon rewarded for his efforts when she groaned. “Oh, God, that’s so good. So good. Fuck me, fuck me. Please keep going. It’s so good…”
And though he’d been wild to have her just a few minutes before, to drive himself into her until he reached completion, he found he didn’t mind the slower pace at all. He relished her helpless cries and the way the heels of her feet dug into his buttocks as he forced the top she was wearing up and over her breasts.
She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and Nikolai took a moment to admire the sight. One moment. Before devouring it. He inhaled one perfect globe into his mouth, biting down as he worked the hard bud with his tongue, all the while stroking into her, stroking into her until…
She came apart with a sharp gasp, her fingernails digging into his sides as she went rigid underneath him with her climax.
Maybe he would have been able to last longer if he hadn’t had the nightmare. If her cries of completion hadn’t been the proof he needed to fully believe she was truly there with him, alive and unharmed, maybe he could have gone on like that in her warmth just a little while longer.
But as it was, he didn’t want to be away from her. Not even in this. His head lifted from her chest and he erupted, once again filling her with his seed, so much so that he could feel the hot, slick action on his own shaft as he emptied out inside of her.
When he fell back on top of her, he was once again shuddering, but this time not because of any nightmare.
This time it was because of a dream come true.
“Zhena…” he said, kissing her neck. “Moya zhena…”
27
“Jenna,” Nikolai said against her neck. Sam stiffened, her eyes flying open. Who was Jenna? And why was he calling her by another woman’s name?
But then he kissed her neck. And said, “Moya Jenna.”
No, not a name, she realized. Russian, he was speaking to her in Russian.
She opened her mouth to ask him what “jenna” meant, only to have it seized again. But this time his kiss wasn’t desperate or harsh, like the one that had shocked the hell out of her earlier. This one was a soft exploration, almost as if he were trying to get to know her better through her lips.
The kiss made her feel like she was in high school again, tentatively leaning forward to surprise her AP Chemistry lab partner, Anthony Collison, with a kiss the bespectacled black nerd hadn’t been expecting. Nikolai’s kiss made her feel like she had back then, when she truly believed something beautiful might be waiting on the other of all the ugliness at home.
Hopeful. That’s how Nikolai’s kiss made her feel.
At least for a second or two. Then her stepfather’s slurred voice broke through her afterglow. “You think that boy’s in love with you? Check your damn head, girl. He using you for that ass,” he said when she announced she’d be moving in with Anthony. “He want to put that ass on tap!”
Nikolai finished the kiss with a satisfied smile. There was no trace of the man who’d shaken in her arms, helpless shudders racking his entire body.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice low. “For helping me with nightmare.”
He sat up. “Pavel will be up soon, but after he goes to school…” He gave her knowing look. “We do this again, da?”
“You’re just a piece of ass, far as any of these boys concerned, and that’s all you ever going to be to them,” her stepfather said inside her head. It had been the last thing he’d said to her before she moved out.
Shame, ugly and hot, rolled her stomach.
Nikolai frowned at her. “You have morning sickness again?”
“No,” she answered, rubbing a hand over her aching chest. “I… it’s just…” With shaking hands, she pulled her college sweatshirt back down over her breasts and climbed out of bed.
“You’re right,” she said, tugging on the sweatshirt and wishing it were a few inches longer so it could cover her naked bottom. “I- I should get up. G-get myself ready. M-make Pavel breakfast.”
Nikolai regarded her from underneath his hooded stare. “You have much trouble speaking sometimes after we kiss. You are like woman from kind of film—you know, kind of movie where woman falls in love with man and then trips and falls down many times. How do you say that kind of movie?”
“Romantic comedies,” she mumbled, pulling on the sweatpants she found discarded next to the bed as fast as she could. “Rom coms.”
“Yes, rom coms,” he said from the bed. “You have trouble with your words like those women. Why?”
“Probably because I haven’t had my coffee yet,” she answered, keeping her eyes down as she headed toward the bathroom.
“Or maybe it is because… zhena, turn around. Look at me.”
There was that name again. But this time she heard the nuance. A zh sound, not a J. What did it mean? she wondered as she turned to look back at him.