Chapter 13
NINA
The days that follow are a blur of me trying to convince Andrei to rest. Instead, he wants to fuck me in ways that defy physics. I have to keep swatting his hands away—gently, of course, considering how bruised and scraped they are.
The one sure way to make him lay down and accept the healing his body needs is to pin him to the bed.
Naked and fresh from a shower, I lay on my stomach between his thighs.
This started as a cursory inspection of the cut on his thigh, which is showing some redness around the sutures.
The doctor says it’s okay, but to keep an eye on it.
Naturally, this particular injury prevents my husband from wearing any clothing, at least when he’s lying down.
“I have not finished examining you, sir,” I say sternly. Humor dances in his blue eyes. I give him a mock serious glare and stroke the length of his awakening cock. “How does this feel?”
“He’s a bit sore,” he says with a teasing smile.
“Oh, did he get injured this morning when I was riding you cowboy style? Do you want me to kiss it better?” I make a kissy face.
“Please, anghel.” He groans when I slide my tongue up the underside, tracing the thick vein. I feel him harden beneath my touch and feel an answering slickness between my thighs. I swirl my tongue over the head, tasting the drop of salt pooled in the slit, lapping it up while he grunts in response.
The beautiful thing about having your husband incapacitated is that you can explore his body as if he is a temple and you’re Indiana Jones.
I may have been a virgin when we married but I am rapidly filling in the gaps of my knowledge.
Once he is well enough I’m sure Andrei will pay me back in spades. I’m looking forward to that, too.
For now, I hollow my cheekbones and practice sucking him as deep as I can into my mouth. He tents his fingertips at my temples. Gently encouraging. Wet sucking noises fill my ears.
“That’s enough,” he finally says, easing me off. A thread of saliva stretches between the corner of my mouth and the head of his dick. “Up here.” He gestures to his face.
“You want me to kiss you?” I scoot up the bed obligingly.
“That too.” He grins. “Straddle my face. I want to eat your pussy.”
I bark a startled laugh and say, “I can’t do that. I’ll pull out your stitches.” I brush my fingertips over the row of ugly stitches on his forehead.
“You won’t. I promise. Just sit and enjoy, Nina.”
“Are you ever not bossy?” I complain even as I carefully lift one leg over his head and hold on to the headboard until I’m sure I won’t hit any of his wounds by accident.
“No. I like having my way with you. Now, sit.” He skims his huge hands up my thighs and finds my wet core. An airy high-pitched exhale escapes my lips. He smacks my ass. I drop onto his mouth in surprise. “Better,” he says, his voice muffled by my thighs.
He applies his tongue to my pussy. Licking. Sucking my slick folds. Tonguing my center. Within seconds, I’m whimpering with need. Within minutes, I come on his face. Andrei isn’t finished with me yet, however. He keeps teasing my clit and adds his fingers, bringing me to the edge again.
This time, I ride his face in earnest. I’m enraptured by the scrape of his stubble on my delicate inner thighs, by the heated pressure of his tongue, the stretch of his fingers…
“Oh, Andrei,” I gasp. He licks me once more and presses a kiss to one roughened inner thigh before urging me to move down. I crawl backward, careful to avoid the horrible cuts and scars on his chest.
“I want to put my baby in you now,” he growls. I push my long hair back and straddle his hips. He isn’t gentle or tentative when he positions his cock at my entrance and thrusts upward. I gasp at the feeling of being filled.
“You’re so big I can hardly contain you,” I say, rising up fractionally to slam down his length again. He chuckles airlessly and smacks my bottom again. The sting fades into warmth. I sit back, taking him deeper, squeezing my breasts the way I know he likes to see me do.
“My anghel.” His eyes are alight with fire. “You know how to please your husband. Now come for me again. I’m ready to fill you up.”
I reach down to rub my clit, but I slow the frantic way I’m riding him.
“Tease,” he complains.
“I only get to be the boss for so long. As soon as you get those stitches out I know you’ll be throwing me around in bed again.
” Truly, his body is a mess of crisscrossing wounds that will leave hideous scars once they heal.
Andrei has compared himself to Frankenstein’s monster on a few occasions.
I never could have guessed all those weeks ago when I found those white roses on my car that my stalker would turn out to be a dream, not a nightmare.
“Close, Nina,” he pants. I lean forward to bracket his head with both arms, changing the angle so he can hit a spot deep inside.
My breasts bounce inches from his face. Andrei’s gaze is fixated on them.
His muscles tighten. I come on his cock.
Everything inside me pulses with my release.
My vision shutters and when I reopen my eyes, all I can see is him.
Cuddling is a difficult proposition, but I manage to get myself tucked under Andrei’s arm.
“What if I told you we’re going to have a baby?” I say idly, tracing the line of hair below his navel. One of the few parts of him my cursed father managed not to strike.
“You’re not serious.” Andrei cracks one eye open. “Really? So soon?”
“We have been carrying on enthusiastically for a couple of weeks now.” I shrug.
It’s less than that, really, since we decided to make a go of this marriage for real.
After that night when he returned from Baltimore I realized he would have let me go if I tried to run.
My mother’s purse sits on a shelf in my closet collecting dust. The renewal on that ID is coming up. I plan to let it expire.
There is only so far you can run before your past catches up with you.
Whether you want it to or not. I have everything I need now.
Besides, I have paintings to create. A whole new artistic direction is calling to me.
I’m thinking about calling this series “Motherhood.” I have been thinking about her so much since my father took the secret of her final resting place with him to the grave.
I know she is with me in spirit. If our baby is a girl I want to name her in honor of the woman who loved me enough to stay with Melor even though she knew it could cost her her life.
I’ll have to order more white and gray paints, though. Instead of monsters, I plan to paint ghosts.