We sit at the dinner table, enjoying the meal Ivana has made for us. We keep the topics light, talking about things we would like to do here together in Russia. I'm dying to ask Damien some questions, but I am nervous to be the one to bring up the topic.
"Go ahead, Hadley. Ask me anything you want. I can see you're dying to." He reads me so well, knowing I am waiting for him to bring this up.
"What were you in juvie for?" This question is the one that has been at the top of my list, wanting to know more about Damien's past.
"I was put there originally for stealing. Coming from the orphanage, I didn't have much. So I started stealing. I was pretty good at it too, didn't get caught for awhile. Until one day I did." He scratches his lip momentarily before he continues. "I started getting into fights once I got there, wanting to show everyone how tough I was. And that caused me to be there longer."
He maintains his eyes on me as he takes a drink, gauging my reaction. But I don't judge him for this, knowing he didn't have anything during this time.
"How did you get into investments?" I push my dinner plate in front of me, done with the meal but no where near done asking questions.
"When I got out, I met the right people and it just all fell into place." He shrugs nonchalantly, his answer vague, but I let it go.
"Did you ever try to find them? Your parents?" I ask this next question softly, knowing it will be uncomfortable for him.
I can see something flash in his eyes, but it fades as quickly as it appears. "I did, find them I mean. And I let them know just what I thought of them for leaving me in that shit hole."
He stands up from the dinner table and come over to me, picking me up out of my chair. I am now at his height as my legs wrap around his waist. My eyes are at his level. He leans forward and places a quick peck to my lips. "Thats enough talking for now, krasotka."
I lay my head on his shoulder as he carries me to his bedroom, the puppies following behind us. He closes the door after we enter and lays me in the center of the bed. He stands at the foot of the bed for awhile, just taking me in. "For what it's worth, your parents missed out on an amazing person. They are idiots." I have to say this before I lose the courage, I need to let him know how amazing I think he is. I can see his eyes soften at my words.
He bends himself and begins to crawl over me, his knees dipping in the mattress next to mine. He lowers himself so he is holding himself above me, but his weight is still pressing into me. It feels delicious. His lips caress mine in a soft kiss, his tongue tracing my lips. His hand goes under my shirt and slowly traces up my side with his fingertips. His pathway continues and his fingers graze the swell of my breasts above my bra. My whole body feels like it's on fire, the tingling scorching through me. He moves my legs apart with his knees and settles between them as his fingers continue to trace my body. He flexes his hips, causing him to rub against my groin. My mouth leaves his as my head falls back in pleasure, a gasp escaping from me.
He travels downwards, his mouth meeting the skin at the bottom of my shirt. His hands follow suit, moving my shirt up my body, leaving wet kisses with each movement upwards until he again reaches my mouth. He lifts the shirt off of me gently, me lifting my head to help get it off. His mouth then moves back down to my chest, his fingers tracing the sides of my breast while his mouth leaves light kisses. My back arches at the pleasure and he takes advantage of this, moving his hands behind me to unclasp the bra. His fingertips then trail down my arms, causing my bra to fall off.
My hands move underneath his shirt, my movements nowhere near as smooth as his. He understands what I want and lifts up his shirt, taking it off and dropping it on the floor. He then unbuckles his shorts, pushing them and his underwear down his legs.
He once again is hovering over me, his mouth above my shorts, placing kisses. He undoes the button to my shorts effortlessly and moves them and my underwear down, tracing kisses down by pubic bone to my folds.
His tongue traces my entrance before focusing on my clit. I can feel his warm breath on my wet folds. He blows on my clit gently before taking it into his mouth. My fingers fly to his head and grasp tightly as I linger between heaven and hell, on the cusp of my orgasm. He knows I'm close and is purposely not letting me cum.
He travels up my body and is tongue invades my mouth. I can taste myself, a salty, musky flavor. With one roll of his hips, he enters me. We both moan simultaneously, breathing each other in. His tongue tangles with mine and he continues to roll his hips into me, slowly treasuring me. Time seems to stand still, the only thing existing is Damien and I.
I know I can't last much longer. My body begins quivering as all the sensations that have built up are about to explode. With one my roll of his hips, he sends me off. I can feel myself clamping around his dick, tremors coursing through me. I hear him grown and still on top of me, finding his own release. He collapses partially on top of me, breathing hard. Sweat is covering both of our bodies. He pulls out of me, causing his release to start dripping out of me. He positions himself on his side and lightly caresses my check as his blue eyes stare into mine.
"Krasotka. I think I love you." He speaks softly, continuing to stare into my eyes at his confession. My heart feels as if it stops momentarily, my stomach dropping at the same time. I might have forgotten how to breathe. I don't look away from him, staring into his baby blue eyes. And once again I see it. I see us, all the possibilities of what we can be. A future.
"I think I love you too, Damien." A smile crosses his lips at my admission, his body relaxing. He leans forward and kisses me gently, passionately.
While the unknown of our relationship hangs in the air, not knowing how this is going to work since we live in two different countries. But I have Damien, and that makes me feel like I have everything.
