Vanya
VANYA
I WOKE UP to the warmest body being pressed against mine. The microsecond of panic ebbed as soon as I saw the long silky strands of ebony and chocolate hair covering the arm that was wrapped around my upper body. The symbols inked into his skin would always serve as a reminder of who he was even when I couldn’t see his face.
“You are finally awake.” His voice was even silkier than normal edged with the gruffness of sleep.
I exhaled a laugh before kissing the spot of his body I could reach without shifting us too much. “How can you tell?”
“I felt your body stiffen for a moment and zhen relax. I have to confess I have been awake for many minutes marveling at zhe calm of zhis morning. Of zhe way I have such a goddess in my arms and she slept peacefully and wizout fear. To provide safety to zhe one you hold zhe closest to your heart is an ego boost.”
I turned around in bed and Xerxes didn’t bother to grant me an ounce of space. When my eyes met his, a smile was on his face and the brow that was normally furrowed in annoyance was smooth. The hairs of his slight unibrow more obvious since his face was relaxed. My husband was a beautiful man and the tanned skin and deeply lashed eyes beneath deep almost black eyebrows made his handsomeness appear dangerous. And it was, but never toward me. I snuggled even deeper into his embrace and he welcomed me with open arms. The warmth of his skin was such a welcomed feeling especially after last night.
Before we shared a bed but never the same space. The temptation too much for him some nights and he would sleep in another room or I’d wake up to him sleeping on the chair at the foot of our bed. But now I got to feel him in his entirety and it felt perfect. And now I see why Frankie was so eager to forgive Liam. If the passion that I felt last night was what she experienced all this time, I could see why she’d popped out two kids for that man.
“Good morning, husband. I would greet you with a kiss but I haven’t been to the bathroom yet.” I spoke into the base of his throat feeling his laughter spread through his body at my words.
“You zhink a biological zhing like morning breaz would stop me from kissing you? Zhere is so much for you to learn about me, Yaya, and I’m grateful zhat we have a lifetime to learn one another.”
I leaned back with a grin hearing him call me something so different than he had before.
“Yaya?”
“I do not want to call you what zhe others do. Vannie is very sweet but when I think of you, it borders on somezing deeper. I zhink of the sound that Yaya makes as it rolls off zhe tongue excitedly. It is the same move my tongue will make as it flickers over your clit and delves into your walls. I like zhe idea of calling you zhat. Of being zhe only one to call you zhat.” He stuck his tongue out moving it as he mouthed the word Yaya and I couldn’t help but shudder at the way I imagined it would feel.
“You’re a little possessive. And nasty too.” I was biting my lip because the anticipation was going to be the death of me.
He smirked and his massive hand reached lower and gripped my ass to pull my pelvis against his. I’d never been comfortable being naked around anyone but it felt so natural with him. “In only zhe best of ways.”
“I don’t mind it. I like nasty Xerxes.” I squeezed him closer to me loving the way he smelled like us. Like my natural scent mixed with his and we’d created something that was just us. Mixed with the light scent of sex and perspiration. This scent was a reminder that for the first time in my life I’d been pleasured for hours by a man I chose . A man I loved. Today had dawned too beautiful for me to for me to believe it was real. But it was.
“How do you feel zhis morning? I’d planned to have an elaborate breakfast for you but zhen I got sidetracked staring at you. But tell me what you’d like to eat for breakfast and I will have it ready wizin the hour.” He looked so relaxed, as though giving me pleasure had caused the problems of the world to be cast off his shoulders for a while.
“Can we just lay here?’
“Togezer?”
I leaned up and glanced over his shoulder, turning my head to survey the sunlight filled room. “You see anyone else in here?”
He pulled me back down into his arms as I laughed. The slight bounce of my body into his felt natural, the way we moved with ease a testament to the time we’d spent together and the love we had for each other. “Zhere’d better not be.”
“Then I want to enjoy how this feels. I haven’t had this and I think I like it.” Without shame, I wrapped my arms around him as he hauled my body around his.
“My closeness isn’t making you uncomfortable?” His hand found its spot on the top of my hip and I loved that it had found its home there.
“It’s comforting, you always have been.”
He looked surprised at my easy confession and I refused to be shy about it anymore. The only way to describe the look on his face was filled with love. And peace. He was completely peaceful when he looked at me and I loved being his reprieve from the outside world. “Confessions after a night of passion? I may ask your permission to be wiz you multiple times a day if I get zhis extra soft Vanya after I please you.”
I rolled my eyes because after how we spent last night I would’ve hoped he would understand that we were good. “You don’t have to ask—”
“I do until I’m assured your comfort is permanent. Not to treat you as zough somezing is wrong but so zhat you know my only desire is for you to feel safe wiz me always in all ways.”
I blushed feeling the sincerity of his words and noting the seriousness in his eyes. His words turned me on and I could feel myself getting aroused despite the soreness I felt between my legs. I could remember the feeling before. The ache that made me feel ugly and useless. Like I was just there for him. But this ache was different. More intense. A reminder of how my beautiful husband desired me. Saw me as the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Enough to protect me with his body, when bullets were flying and when danger was around. I was incredibly lucky to have a man, a husband who felt so deeply for me.
“You make me want you again. I’ve never felt pleasure like that before and I hate that I can’t even be coy and deny how good you made me feel.”
“You zhink I have an issue wiz tellin’ you how good you feel when I’m inside you, Vanya?” His voice was lower, his eyes flickering down to my lips as he moved closer to me and pulled my leg over his hip. Even laying down he could rotate his hips the same way he did while we were standing and he brushed my lips with his hardness.
My hands shook slightly as I was allowing myself to feel the pleasure he wanted to provide. I felt myself get slicker and instead of being embarrassed that I was reacting; I wanted him to see how good he made me feel. “No…maybe. I’m not worried about being judged, but you know how programming can be.”
“I do. Which means I need to love all of zhis out of you. Fuck all of it out you.” Xerx was pressing harder, his dick breeching my core teasing me more than with each roll of his hips.
“You won’t have any complaints from me.”
“You said you wanted to enjoy it before. What didn’t you get to do?” He slipped inside, the soreness that I felt still there but overwhelmed by the tender way my husband handled my body to ensure that he didn’t cause me any pain. Well, more than he had to given how thick and long he was.
I tried to focus on what he was asking and not on how he made me feel. With each stroke, I felt how deep he was going and how much more relaxed I was becoming. Xerxes’ jaw was clenched his lips tucked with his nostrils flared as he moved inside of me. He slapped my hip and I knew he wanted me to answer him.
“Be on top. Oral sex for me. More positions. Just enjoying it, really. But we more than checked that off the list last night.” He was going harder and I felt my release start.
“We will do all zhat and more. But first I want to pull zhe first expression of your pleasure out of you for zhe morning. Let me please my wife, azizam, so we can rest and get started on your list.”
I looked around the room and made a decision I knew I wasn’t going to regret.
I was going to cook for my husband.
While it was an ordinary task for some, having basically been an unpaid maid for my adoptive parents and then a live-in slave to my ex ruined the task. It wasn’t labor that I had provided willfully and it made me resentful thinking about doing it after I was away from them. But with Xerxes I wanted to. It wasn’t the cliché I got some good dick so now I wanted to cook for my man.
I mean, I got some amazing dick. The man made me cum. A sensation that was so foreign but was now something that I was craving. I felt like everything in the world was perfect when I was in his presence, but being physically connected was an unspeakable spiritual bond. But it was far more than that. Xerxes spent all of his time ensuring I was good in every way. In the short time that we’d been intimate, Xerxes’ focus was on ensuring I was comfortable, happy and completely satisfied. Multiple times normally. It reinforced the nature I perceived was genuine. That he would always put me first in everything he did.
Xerxes needed to check in with Quentin and Sho and I was supposed to be relaxing in the bed waiting on him but I got up. We’d fallen back asleep and I loved that he was focused on us and didn’t let the outside world interfere. I’d long since let my walls down with Xerxes but now every side of me was exposed. I trusted him, willingly shared every part of me happily and I wanted to thank him for being a place where I was safe.
There were plenty of meals that were inside the fridge and freezer that were probably going to taste better than anything I could whip up. It didn’t deter me from trying to find something to make.
Within a few minutes, I’d found what I needed in the overstocked kitchen and started to pull out ingredients that I would need to cook. I knew Xerxes tried to eat healthy, but this was our honeymoon so I wasn’t about to make grilled chicken and salad.
I’d gotten so lost in what I was doing I didn’t realize that I’d drawn an audience. I glanced up and saw Sho, Quentin and Xerxes standing in the kitchen doorway with confused looks on their faces. All three were dressed down, well what Quentin and Sho would consider dressed down since they were still in all black. What alarmed me was the weapons they all had drawn down to their sides. I immediately clutched the knife I’d been using to cut up onions before I glanced around the room.
“What’s wrong?” I didn’t see anything that was an immediate danger, but I was ready to help however I could. The tensions from the wedding were probably simmering so I needed to remember that despite it being vacation, we still needed to be on guard.
“Zibā what are you doing?” Xerxes looked so confused, I glanced around trying to understand what I had done wrong. When he pointed to the counter and the food that was cooking on the stove, I laughed at his surprise.
“I’m making lunch, eshgham .”
He smiled at my words but then his face went back to the seriousness it had before. “But why?”
“Because I want to.”
My words were simple but I knew he could understand exactly what I meant. A soft smile graced my face as I watched the meaning of my words sink in. I turned the knife around and went back to what I was doing, since it was clear nothing was wrong.
I heard his footsteps shuffle closer, but somehow Sho and Quentin knew their presence wouldn’t be an issue so they lingered at the door.
His large tan hand covered mine stilling my chopping. I glanced at him with curious eyes waiting on him to say what he needed to.
“You do not cook, Vanya. You made it very clear.” He wanted me to elaborate. I could see the pleading in his eyes as he studied me, needing me to say words that would further wrap his heart in my love. My body was something that he’d waited for, but my desire to serve him was something he hadn’t forced. Something I’d railed against for months. Years even. But willingly doing it meant something because he had never expected it from me. It meant everything.
“I also made it abundantly clear I didn’t like you and wanted you to stay away from me. But now I’m walking around our family’s compound, wearing your ring and your last name with your cum making a happy trail down my thigh. I would say that things change, shohar .” I whispered the last sentence so that only he could hear me as I moved closer to him. When I spoke the word husband in Persian, my lips were barely touching his.
This man growled, actually growled, in his throat before moving even closer to me so he could bend down and whisper in my ear.
“You will have even more of it filling you up if you keep doing zhings like zhis zhat take my heart and squeeze it wiz your submission. You will never have time to make anozer meal because you will be far too busy being impaled upon your rocket being lifted into zhe heavens.”
“Sho, they’re good. We need to give them their privacy.”
I turned to look at the doorway and Quentin was really trying to get them out of our way. I held up my hand because I was feeling completely happy and was eager to see if I could still cook, since it had been so long. “Don’t leave yet. I made enough for everyone.”
“This is your honeymoon, Ms. Vanya. We only came running because we did not expect there to be anyone in this part of the house.” Sho almost looked apologetic like he didn’t want to interrupt our time together.
“And that’s fine. I’m setting a place for us to eat on the balcony in our suite. I cooked, don’t be afraid, I promise I can.”
“What you make?” Xerxes let that rumble in his throat come back out but Quentin didn’t stop moving toward the island. “Stop acting like that, Xerx. Happy wife, happy life. Besides, it smells too good for me to not at least ask.”
“Smothered chicken and gravy over rice. I’m finishing up the salad now. There are biscuits, too. And you know it’s fine. The house was stocked to Ms. Babette’s specifications so everything is fine for you to eat too, Sho.” He gave a nod of thanks but didn’t move to take a step closer. “Why are y’all looking at me funny?”
They really were looking at me like they were afraid to make a step toward me and I couldn’t understand why.
“Because zhey can see my face and zhe look of hunger on it zhat has nozing to do with zhis food, despite how delicious it smells.” His breath on my ear had my eyes fluttering closed and the knife dropping back to the countertop.
“You can’t say stuff like that in front of people.” I tried to whisper but they were laughing and not bothering to hide how hilarious they found this situation.
“I warned you, zibā . Warned you zhat zhe intensity of what I felt would only grow exponentially once I experienced how you felt on the inside. Did you zhink I’d be able to temper zhat just because other people are in zhe room?” His fingers danced their way up my spine before I felt him grip the strands of my hair and tugged softly so my head bent back and I was looking at him.
When I saw his face I realized he wasn’t lying. His features were filled with hunger. The way I’d often seen Liam looking at Frankie. Like he wanted to lick every potential crevice I possessed and would savor the taste. His hair was a curtain around us so it was like we were in our own world. “You held out for so long—”
“Because I am a man of discipline. Zhat discipline no longer has to be exercised until you tell me so. Are you telling me so?” His challenge was clear and the throbbing was back. After only a few hours of knowing pleasure, I had become attuned to longing for it. Sex used to repulse me but now I could see how your partner made all the difference. I couldn’t think of a moment when I wouldn’t want Xerxes or to be with him.
“No.”
He kept his eyes on me as his smile turned slightly predatory. “Quentin, Sho, enjoy lunch. Make sure you keep it warm. I plan to be ravenous when I come back in here.” I shrieked as Xerxes pick me up and tossed me over his shoulder. He kept a hand over my ass so that there were no modesty issues with my sundress.
“Put me down!” I was laughing and didn’t have a problem with him playing, but I could walk to the bedroom.
“I will. And zhen I’ll put it down for the next few hours until your eyes, mouz and core are weeping from zhe pleasure I’ve delivered. Are you still zhinking about food, Vanya?”
Even though I was looking at his back I shuddered at his words. “Nope.”
“Wise answer. I zhink a reward is in order.”