Page 37 of Unholy Matrimony

Unsure, he rises and heads toward the closet and bathroom. I hear the shower kick on and walk back out into the room. He stands before me in just his boxer briefs. “You want to shower?” He asks. “Yes, but I am not sure how long I’ll be able to stand. Every time I stand up, I feel like I am going to vomit” Lenya comes to my side of the bed and slips his arms underneath me. He carries me into the bathroom, sitting me down on the bench outside the shower. Carefully, he undresses me and lifts me in his arms.

It wasn’t until I looked down that I realized he was still in his underwear. “You are still in your underwear, Lenya!” “My primary concern, Tsvetok7 is caring for you.” The love he shows me daily is indescribable. Lenya takes his wedding vows seriously. He makes sure that I am never left in the dark about his work. I don’t always want to hear every detail, but he shares enough to keep me informed.

After he gets me showered and dressed in something comfortable, we come back to soup, salad, and tea. Alina! The woman is magic! Lenya lowers me onto our bed, tucking me in. He pulls the tray over to me and hands me the spoon. “Eat, malyshka8. You probably are feeling weak and nauseous because there isn’t enough in you to fuel your body.” The soup is delicious and as I fill my stomach, I feel better.

Ha, take that hormones.

Once the food is gone, he takes the dishes and trays back to the kitchen. I hear him say something. I assume he is talking with Alina. When I look up from my book, he is leaning in the doorway. “Is there anything else you need, Tsvetok9? Otherwise, I think I am going to turn in for the night. I have a big day tomorrow.” “No, I need nothing, Lyubov10. Come here and tell me about tomorrow.” I say as I pat his spot on the bed.

Lenya crawls into bed and pulls me toward him. Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses the top of my head. As he nuzzles into my neck, I ask, “So, are you going to tell me what is bothering you?” He lets out a deep sigh. “I have to go to Tver tomorrow. There is a possibility that I will be gone for the next day or two. This job I am taking care of. It’s one of those you don’t like to hear about.”

I turn so that I can face him. “Are you going to hurt someone?” I ask, but I already know the answer.

“Try not to think about it, moy lyubov11. I will come home to you. You're looking much better now.”

“Maybe it's over with. I feel pretty normal now.” He pulls me into him by the hip and starts kissing my neck.

“Are you well enough for your muzh12 to…” he trailed his hands to the apex of my thighs, gently brushing his fingers over my clit. It took only a second for the hormones that were ravaging my body to take notice. Before he could continue, I pushed him to his back so I could straddle him.

“You want to play muzh13, let's play.” Something has completely taken my body over. My clit is aching. Needing the friction, I started grinding against him. His cock is hard, and his eyes are centered on me. I pull my shirt over my head, my breasts fully on display for him now. I bring my hands up and cup my breasts, gently pulling on my nipples. They are begging for his mouth to be on them.

“Fuck, Lina. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His breathing is becoming deeper. He grinds his cock into me and I let out a soft moan.

“Lenya, you feel so good.” I am panting, not able to get the release I need from grinding on him.

Lenya leans over to his bedside table and pulls out a knife from his drawer. Flicking it open, he places the tip of the blade on my hip and cuts the side of my panties off. The feel of the blade again on my skin makes me shiver. He does that with the other side as well. He lifts me just enough to pull them from between us. The knife lands beside us and he's free to touch me.

His voice is breathy when he sits up. “I want you to ride me, Lina. I want you to make yourself come on my cock.”

Those words alone could have made me come. “Ah, okay,” as he lifts his hips to lower his boxers. “Takaya khoroshaya devochka dlya menya14 ”. I plant one of my feet next to his thigh so that I can put him inside of me. He is gripping his cock with one hand and my hip with the other. “Sit, malyshka15.” I lower myself onto him, I take him down to the hilt.

“Oh…Oh, I feel so full.” This is the first time I am in control and on top. Without direction, I surrendered myself to the whims of my body. I let my body guide me as I move in whatever way feels natural. I follow my instinct and begin to rise and fall, settling into a comfortable rhythm. Lenya's moans grew louder, showing that he was getting closer to climax.

He plays with my clit and that heightens every single thrust he gives. I can feel the building in my core, and chasing that feeling, I ride him faster, harder. “Are you going to come for me, Lina?” My mind is so focused on my orgasm that I don’t respond to his question. That’s when I felt the tip of his blade touch my chin, and my eyes shot open. “I asked you a question, malyshka. Are you going to come for me?”

My thoughts are racing, knowing he would never hurt me, but that blade to my chin and the determined look in his eye. It's turning me on so fucking much. He sees the lust in my eyes. “Is this turning you on, Tsvetok16? You like it when my blade touches your skin.” The feeling of the cool metal is oddly sensual. He trails it down my neck and over one of my nipples.

The goosebumps spread across my skin and my nipples pebble. A moan escapes my lips, and he tosses the knife to the side and leans forward to take my nipple in his mouth. Sucking. Nibbling. With a light flick of his tongue, I am on the edge of cascading down.

“Come, Lina,” and I do. As I am riding the waves of ecstasy, Lenya comes. His warm cum is filling me up and then makes a mess of both of us as I rise. He grabs his knife and tosses it onto the table, and then gently tosses me on the bed. “You’re so sexy when you come, Lina. I could watch you come all day.” I am on cloud nine, in complete and total bliss.

He gets up and walks to the bathroom. He returns with a towel to clean me up. Once he finishes cleaning me, he cleans himself and puts his boxers back on. I suddenly feel incredibly exhausted, like I ran a marathon in record time. Lenya climbs back into bed and I crawl up next to him and bury my face in his chest, inhaling his scent. The cologne he wears is intoxicating. The woody cypress, lavender, and rosemary, but with a hint of salty sea air. He smells like home. When I'm wrapped up in his arms, I feel protected.

My eyes grow heavy and in the safety of his arms. I say a silent prayer that whatever Lenya is getting into goes well and that he comes home to me. I pray for the tiny life growing inside my womb. With my prayers finished, I drift off to sleep.

1. Love

2. baby

3. Hello, my baby

4. Daddy

5. baby

6. my lion

7. Flower

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