Chapter 9 Nina #3
He smiles and makes quick work of the button and zipper before grabbing my hips and gently spinning me around so his chest is to my back. Bracing my hands against the wall, I turn my head to look at him.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I say in a breathy rush.
I feel the hard length of him pressing against my ass as he slips a hand under my panties.
Cupping my pussy, he groans and kisses me while his fingers slide over my soaked clit.
The palm of his other hand rests flat against my stomach, and when he runs a finger lightly along my slit, I moan and feel my knees threaten to buckle.
He presses harder, applying just enough pressure to barely part my lips, waiting for me to tell him what I want.
“Vasya,” I whisper, wanting more but also terrified by how badly I want more.
His blue eyes search mine. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, zolotse.”
I nod and keep my eyes locked on his as he slowly slides one finger in.
It’s the first time I’ve ever willingly let a man inside me, and the sensation is overwhelming and beautiful and so much more than I expected.
He brings his free hand up to cup the back of my head, pulling me closer, kissing me as he slowly fucks me with his finger until my body is shaking with need.
With every stroke, he hits my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the breaking point until I have no choice but to come.
I couldn’t fight it even if I’d wanted to.
The force of the orgasm hits me hard, and if it wasn’t for his hand between my legs and my hair in his fist, I’d have fallen on my ass.
He groans and kisses me harder when my pussy clenches around him even tighter, pulling him deeper inside me.
My hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand in a shameless dance for more.
Just when I think it’s too much, that I can’t possibly take another second of this pure bliss, he brings his fingers to my clit and gives me a soft pinch, rolling me gently between his fingers and forcing me into another orgasm.
He swallows my screams, groaning when I drag my teeth along his bottom lip, completely drunk on the ecstasy he’s giving me.
“Vasya,” I finally manage to whimper. “Too much.”
He smiles and gives me one last kiss before sliding his fingers out of my pants and lifting me up so I can wrap my arms and legs around him.
My whole body is shaking as aftershocks run through me and my clit pulses with the beat of my heart.
When I hear him sucking on his finger, I lift my head to watch him.
His eyes are closed and he lets out a deep groan as he savors the taste of me, slowly sucking his fingers clean.
Watching my gorgeous husband lick my juices from his skin is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
When he opens his eyes and sees me staring, he gives me a wink and leans closer, running his tongue along my top lip before parting my lips and delving inside, filling my mouth with the taste of my own pussy.
I never thought I’d be in to something like this, but tasting myself on his tongue flips some sort of switch in my brain.
It’s like a possessive side that I never knew I had breaks through the surface, and soon my fingers are in his hair, tugging and pulling him closer as I tighten my arms and legs around him and kiss him hard enough to make my healed lip throb.
I realize that I’ve completely lost control and pull back with a horrified gasp. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
His hair is wildly tousled thanks to my overeager hands, his lips are swollen a bit, and his pupils are blown.
He looks like a man who’s seconds away from burying himself inside me.
Just a few days ago, that would’ve terrified me, but now it just makes me want to be brave enough to ask him to take me to bed.
“What exactly are you sorry for? I don’t understand.”
I feel like an idiot when I say, “I think I got into it a bit too much. I was practically mauling you.”
“And you think I didn’t like that?” he asks and then starts laughing. “Zolotse, you have no idea how much I love seeing you enjoy yourself.” He gives my ass a soft squeeze. “How much I love seeing you enjoy me. You could never get into it too much or be too rough with me.”
I run my fingers through his hair, fixing the wayward strands I’d created and then cup his face and press my forehead to his.
“I love that you asked me to make you come, baby, and I love that you enjoyed it so much you lost control. I hope I always make you feel that way.”
We haven’t talked too much about feelings and what the future will look like for us, but more and more little statements like the one he just made keep slipping through, hints that both of us are envisioning a future together, a real one and not just one where we’re together because it was the only way to keep me safe.
“I will, Vasya,” I tell him, knowing it’s true. “You look amazing in a suit, by the way.”
He laughs and gives me one more kiss before setting me down and fixing my jeans, giving my stomach one last stroke of his finger before letting out a sigh.
“Unfortunately, I need to go out for a little bit. There are some things I need to take care of, and I’m not sure how long it will take.
” Digging in his pocket, he pulls out a brand-new cell phone and hands it to me.
“I got you a new phone. My number’s already in there, and I put Andrei’s and Ilya’s in there too, just in case you ever can’t get ahold of me and need something. ”
“Thanks,” I say, taking the phone, smiling at the pink case it’s already in. “Did you buy me a pink case?”
“I did,” he says, and then gives a soft laugh at the huge grin I give him, because the thought of him remembering that I like pink and then taking the time to add a pink case to my new phone is just so damn sweet.
I clutch my phone and ask, “Where are you going tonight?”
“I’ll be around.”
I raise a brow at the evasive answer. “You’re never going to be able to tell me anything, are you?”
“It’s to keep you safe, zolotse. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Katya and Svetlana would love to stay and eat supper with you so you won’t be alone, and Ruslan will be here, of course. If you need me, text me. I’ll answer as soon as I can.”
“Okay,” I say, even though I don’t like it.
I know it’s unrealistic to think that Vasily will always be able to be here with me, but I’ve enjoyed the last few days so much, and I hate to see it end.
I run my fingers along his jawline and give him another kiss, pulling back before I can get too lost in it. “Be careful, Vasya.”
He smiles and fixes his suit, adjusting his cock so his erection is hidden.
I want so badly to touch him, to make him feel better, but I’m not feeling as bold as I was a few minutes ago, so my hands stay by my sides.
Hooking a finger under my chin, he tilts my face up and says, “Stop feeling guilty. It’s just a hard-on, and it was worth it to feel you come all over my hand, sweetheart.
You taste fucking amazing, by the way. Every second that I’m gone, I’ll be thinking about how beautiful you looked rocking your hips while you whimpered against my mouth. ”
I blush at his words, but it’s more from desire than embarrassment. Vasily makes me feel safe in every possible way. I feel like I can be myself around him and expose myself to him in ways that I’ve never dared to do with another person.
“I’ll be thinking about it, too,” I tell him, making him smile again.
He leads me out into the kitchen where Katya is already setting the table for the three of us.
Svetlana gives me a big smile and then discreetly watches as Vasily leans down to give me another kiss before shouting for Andrei and Ilya in Russian.
All three men are in suits tonight and make an impressive picture that I’m sure will draw every eye to them.
It makes me wonder where in the hell they’re going.
Vasily told me he owns strip clubs, but surely that’s not where they’re going.
I wish I’d thought to ask him when we were alone.
He cups my face one last time and kisses me.
When I meet his eyes, he gives me a wink before turning and joining his men.
Once the door shuts, I feel completely alone and awkward in this giant house with two women that I barely know. Ruslan comes up and nudges my hand with his head, reminding me that I’m not as alone as I think I am.
“Wow,” Svetlana says, breaking the ice and making me feel instantly better. “I’ve never seen Vasya like that before.”
“He’s your boss,” Katya reminds her daughter, but there’s a smile playing at her lips.
“He is, but I also grew up with him. I’m used to quiet, brooding Vasya, not I’m in love Vasya.”
“Oh, he’s not, I mean, we haven’t really talked about that,” I quickly say, wanting to stop the rumor mill before it starts.
“He doesn’t need to say it,” Svetlana says, bringing the salad plates to the table. “It’s written all over that man.”
I know I’m falling hard for him, but I don’t want to assume it’s hitting him as quickly as it’s hitting me.
Wanting to change the subject, I say, “So what about,” but the sharp shake of Svetlana’s head and the desperate, pleading look she gives me has me quickly saying, “Ilya?” instead of asking about her and Andrei.
“He seems to be quite the ladies’ man,” I add, hoping I didn’t fuck that up bad enough for it to be noticeable.
Katya is busy scooping potatoes onto our plates and doesn’t seem to have caught my blunder because she laughs and says, “Ilya’s problem isn’t that he can’t find a girl, it’s that he finds too many.
Ever since he was a teenager, he’s had girls hanging all over him.
They all have, but the others are pickier than he is. ”
We sit down to eat, all my worries and anxiety disappearing as they tell me stories about Vasily when he was younger.
I love learning new things about him. They tell me all about how he and Svetlana and his two brothers used to pick mushrooms when they’d go to the dacha and then tell each other ghost stories until they were too scared to go to sleep.
It gives me a glimpse of him as a young boy, and it makes me hungry to know more.
After supper when Katya asks if I want to see some photo albums, I quickly say yes and join her on the couch.
I pore through the albums, laughing as she and Svetlana tell me stories and point everyone out to me.
I smile at a photo of Vasily with his two brothers.
Vladimir, who they all call Volodya, is only slightly shorter than Vasily with a broody scowl on his face that makes it clear he doesn’t care for having his photo taken.
Valeri, the youngest brother, has a huge grin on his face and a dimple in the middle of his left cheek, making him look younger than he is.
They’re all three gorgeous, and I’m guessing a lot of Russian girls had their hearts broken by the three Medvedev brothers.
Another photo shows the three sons with their parents. Their dad’s sitting at the dinner table with a laughing woman on his lap. Her head is thrown back mid-laugh, and the surprised look on her face makes it obvious that he’s just grabbed her and pulled her down to him.
“Their parents look so happy.”
Katya sighs and smiles at the photo. “Yes. They were so much in love. After Konstantin was killed, Tatiana never got over it, poor thing.”
“Vasily mentioned that his mom spends most of her time at their dacha.”
“That’s where she feels closest to Konstantin. Her best memories are there, so that’s where she prefers to be.”
I look at their smiling faces again. I’d never know by looking at the photo that the man smiling at his wife was the head of a Bratva.
He seems so approachable and happy. Of course a photo only gives you a glimpse of a single moment in time.
This is how he was with his wife. I’m guessing he was a very different man with his men.
We look through several more photos before Svetlana lets out a yawn, sending off a chain reaction.
I’ve been trying hard to not worry about Vasily and whatever it is he’s doing, but the longer he stays away, the more I start to worry.
“Thank you so much for showing me these,” I tell them as we all get up and they start getting ready to go back to their apartment.
Katya puts the albums back on the shelf. “They’re right here if you ever want to look through them again. He’s a good man, Nina. I’m not going to lie and say the man’s an angel,” she says with a soft laugh, “but he’s a good man.”
I smile at her, glad that Vasily’s had Katya watching out for him all these years.
I give them both a hug and notice that Svetlana’s lingering behind a bit.
As soon as Katya leaves she turns to me and says, “Thanks for not asking about me and Andrei. My mom doesn’t know about us yet, and even though I’m thirty fucking years old,” she says with a laugh, “I’d really rather avoid the mom lecture.
I don’t think she’d approve, and I just don’t want to deal with it. ”
“I understand, and don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”
“Thanks, Nina.” She gives me another hug. “I’m really glad Vasya found you. I’ve never seen him so happy.”
Smiling at her words, I wave goodbye to her and walk with Ruslan to our bedroom.
Not wanting to face the bed alone, I go and sit on the balcony and grab the phone he gave me.
I don’t want to bother him, so I don’t text.
I just keep it on my lap so I’ll hear it if he calls or texts.
Eventually I drift off to sleep with Ruslan lying beside me.