His briefs came off and then he was inside her, penetrating her so deep, he could feel her stretched wide around every inch of him.
Feel her and hear her soft mewls in his ears as he took her without any further debate. Took her hard, took her fast, his hips pumping wildly as she received him with greedy undulations.
Neither of them lasted long after it started. His zhena came with a sharp gasp, her nails biting into his ass, pulling him further into her as she spasmed around him. Then he felt himself spilling into her with a great yell, his ejaculation more powerful than any he’d ever experienced before.
So powerful, he couldn’t find words as it flowed over him. Actually he did find words, one word, over and over again, “Zhena… zhena… zhena,” until he was fully done, until he had nothing left to give and collapsed beside her.
But even then, he didn’t stop saying the word. In fact, he was fairly sure he was still saying it as he pulled her into his now sweaty embrace and fell into a deep sleep with his wife in his arms.
With his wife in his bed.
SAM HAD NO IDEA what time it was when she woke up, but she knew it had to be way past her usual 6:30 AM morning stretch and get out of bed time, because the sun was shining brightly through the hotel room’s picture window. Also because there was a huge Russian in bed with her, the top of his thick thigh pressed against the back of hers, his chin resting on top of her head, his arm heavy across her waist. It immediately became obvious why she’d overslept and what had happened. Again.
And as Sam took in the view beyond the window, an impossibly blue sky overlooking a deep azure ocean with the outline of islands off in the distance, she waited for the usual doubt and self-recrimination to set in. But it didn’t.
In fact, there was only one question in her mind now, asking itself loud and clear. What the hell does zhena mean? And she carefully attempted to extract herself from the bed so she could go find the answer.
As soon as she moved, the heavy arm on top of her went into lockdown mode, pulling her back to her husband’s hard chest like an industrial magnet.
“Where are you going?” he asked behind her.
So apparently Nikolai was awake. She felt him swell against the curve of her back.
Very awake.
“Funny, you should ask,” she said, squirming.
“Are you uncomfortable, zhena?” he asked, low and husky behind her.
“You’re sort of poking into my back,” she said, moving the lower half of her body forward a little.
He readjusted himself to make her more comfortable. At least she thought that was what he was doing. When they resettled, the new “more comfortable” position had his hard length resting against the bottom of her soft womanhood, the tip in just the right position to…
“Did you have nightmare, zhena?” he asked quickly.
“No,” she answered just as quickly. Then she gasped when he pushed into her with embarrassing ease, because she was still wet from what he’d done to her the night before and, okay, maybe because she was more than a little turned on.
“I did not have nightmare either,” he informed her as he began stroking into her from behind with slow, languorous rolls. “But you are very wet, zhena. Maybe you had other kind of dream?”
“Pregnancy hormones,” she gasped out breathlessly. “I think it’s the pregnancy hormones.”
He chuckled against the back of her neck. “You should have woken me sooner. Ask for my help with pregnancy hormones,” he said. He increased the speed of his strokes then. But only a little. Only enough to make her even more aware of the urgent need he was building like a fire inside her.
Her head fell forward, her chin resting on her chest as he filled her up from behind. Oh God, he was so big, stretching her to near impossible lengths. Yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable to her. In fact, it felt like he belonged there.
She moaned, both wonderstruck and terrified by the aching hole he’d created inside her. The one that could only be filled by him.
Yet he still asked, “Do you want this, zhena? Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she half-cried, half-moaned. And this time he didn’t have to instruct her any further for her to say, “Yes, I want you, muzehnek.”
She surrendered quickly this time, not wanting him to toy with her again. Not knowing if she could stand it, with the pressing need to climax riding her hard. But she was amply rewarded for her speedy concession. His hand dropped down to the front of her, and the ball of his palm met the button at the top of her slit, rubbing it in the same lazy manner he was stroking into her from behind. Leisurely, like this was the Nikolai Rustanov version of a stroll through the park on a Sunday afternoon.
But the double attention soon drove her over the edge. “Oh, my God… I’m… I’m…”
She never finished the sentence. Her head kicked back and her back arched as the orgasm ripped through her, hot as a fever and so electric, she could still feel it still tingling inside her even after she was done.
She waited for Nikolai to finish, too, like he always did, but instead he pulled out of her and flipped her over. Sam laughed, her head falling back against the pillows, as she waited for him to slide into her again. But… nothing happened.
And when she opened her eyes, she saw he was now standing on his knees between her veed legs, his sex hard and glistening with her recent cum, his hands heavy on top of her knees. He stared down at her, face grim.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked him.
“You are pregnant,” he answered with a heavy frown.
Well, that tossed her sexy spirits right into the dumpster. He might not have noticed the swell of her stomach the night before, she realized then, but in the harsh light of morning, it was easy to see how her formerly flat stomach was now bulging out.
There was nothing wrong with her body. She knew that. It was just doing what it was supposed to do in order to make room for the baby growing inside of her. Still, his words made her feel self-conscious, like the least attractive woman on the planet. Not to mention the desperate picture she was probably painting, lying there with her legs spread wide, while he was getting all sorts of turned off by her body.
She sat up. Remedying the situation as best she could by drawing up her knees so he no longer had a close-up view of her stomach, breasts, or sex. Problem solved.
But Nikolai reacted liked she’d just handed him the gravest insult. “Why do you hide yourself?”
She had no idea how to answer that and it was an effort to keep her voice level as she replied, “I’m obviously not what you’re used to, and I guess I’m trying to say you don’t have to finish if you don’t find me attractive in the light of day.”