Page 58 of Unholy Matrimony

Lenya gets up and scoops me up into his arms, bridal style. “You will do no such thing. You will take your time and rest. Tsvetok5, I hope you don’t think your muzh is shallow and will push you back to your pre-baby figure. I love you, not just your body.” He presses his lips to mine.

“Even if I never have that body back again? Even when I am covered in stretch marks from every pregnancy? When I am old and grey?” He sits me down on the island, spreading my legs so that he can fit in between them.

“Da6,” as he unbuttons my dress, “even then Tsvetok7. With every stretch mark, wrinkle, and grey hair. I will only love you more.” His lips kiss down a path from my neck, in between my breasts, to the top of my panties. He reaches between my thighs. “I don’t even have to touch to know that you are wet.”

“Lift up, malyshka8.” I do and he slips my underwear down.

“Lenya, what if Alina comes in and finds us like this?” I have a hard time focusing on the words I just said, because he is kissing my thigh, leading straight for my pussy.

“We are all adults, Lina. She will hear you moaning my name,” he dips his tongue inside of me, gathering my arousal.

Torturously slow, he swirls my clit with his tongue. I lay down on the counter, not even bothered by the flour that is surely covering me now. “Spread your legs for me, Lina. Let me fully see you.” My legs drift apart, just from the command alone. I love dominant Lenya.

Whenever he takes control, I fall apart inside.

The way this man eats pussy is an art. With only a few strokes of his tongue, I am on the edge of my orgasm. My moans are so loud that they echo throughout the house. “Bog! Kak tebe tak vkusno? YA nikogda ne mog ustat' probovat' tebya.9”

He pulls back. “I need to come inside you. I need to feel you.” He takes me up in his arms and carries me to our room. He plops me onto our bed, and I fall back. In the blink of an eye, his sweats are off and he is between my legs. I am tingling all over. We both gasped as he entered me. He leans into me, careful to not put pressure directly on my stomach.

As my orgasm builds, his hips thrust at just the right tempo, driving into me. He lifts my right leg onto his shoulder, kissing my knee. The head of his cock brushes against my cervix, my walls tighten around him. Lenya leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He moans around my breast. I run my fingers through his hair. “That feels so good, moy lev10”.

Ahh,” I moan as his teeth bite down gently.

I can tell Lenya is close. His thrusts are more determined and his pace has quickened. He reaches between us and his fingers strum over my clit. My legs quake around him.

“Will you come for me, Tsvetok11? Come all over your husband's cock.”

I scream, “Lenya, Oh fuck!” My orgasm breaks. The waves of pleasure continue as he thrusts to find his release.

Lenya buries his face in the crook of my neck and whispers, “I fucking love you, Lina,” and with one hard thrust, his cum spills inside of me. I grab him by his hair, tugging up. His eyes meet mine. “I fucking love you, too.”

After showering and changing into actual clothes, Lenya heads into the nursery to put together some furniture that was delivered. I head back into the kitchen to finish baking and to get lunch prepared. After putting everything in the wood oven, I set a timer and head back to the nursery.

I stand in the doorway and watch Lenya curse at the set of instructions. “U tebya problemy, moy lev12?” I giggle. He looks over at me.

“Did you have to pick the one crib that doesn’t have instructions in Russian or English? Is this Swedish? I don’t even know what the hell I am looking at, Lina.”

I walk over and pick up the instructions, and sure enough, there are no English instructions or Russian.

“Der’mo13!” Well, this complicates things. Laughing, I sit down next to him. “I guess that's what I get for ordering online and not going to the actual store.”

He tosses the tools aside. “Let’s go, Tsvetok14. We are going to go buy a different crib, one your husband can put together.” On his feet, he holds out his hands to me. I take them and we head to the door. He sends Alina a text letting her know we will be out for a bit and asks if she can take the bread and soup out of the oven.

At the little shop in town, we are looking at all the options for cribs, bassinets, and dressers. The employee of the shop is a young woman who has eyes for Lenya. He pays no mind to it, as he asks her a million questions about the furniture. He reaches for my hand, pulling it to his lips.

Kissing the top, he asks, “Do you like any of these, ?”

I look at the cribs in front of me, and I fall in love with the dark brown one.

“This one,” pointing to the dark one. He smiles, “I like that one too.” He turns to the woman. “We’ll take this one and the matching dresser. Do you have a rocking chair to match?” She nods and takes us over to them.

While Lenya is at the counter setting up the delivery, I am looking around at all the baby things. Clothes, toys, bags, etc. Our lives will soon be occupied with caring for and devoting ourselves to another life. My hands rest on my bump.

"Ty tak lyubim, malysh15" I whisper to our baby.

Lenya places his hands over mine. “Da, vy. Bol'she, chem vy kogda-libo uznayete16.” He kisses my cheek, grabs one of my hands, and leads me back to our car.

Once home, we enjoy each other’s company for the rest of the day. We eat, curl up on the couch, and read our separate books. It makes me wonder how things will be after the baby is here.

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