Own You

Chapter 18

"The food is amazing, what did you say this was again?" I ask Borya.

"It's called Pelmeni, but the rest of the world would know them as dumplings," Borya snickers as he sips his vodka.

Lately he hasn't been drinking as much as when I met him. I'm glad he isn't drinking a lot anymore; we have more meaningful conversations when he isn't drunk. Borya looks at me with solemn eyes as I take another dumpling in my mouth.

"What's wrong? You look like you're contemplating something in your head," I say, taking notice of his mood change.

"It's nothing, Moya lyubov. I just... didn't think I'd get this far."

"This far? At what, exactly?"

Borya sighs and grabs his glass, taking a bigger gulp this time.

"To be honest, I didn't think I'd live this long. My uncle has a real stick in his ass right now. I was almost sure I was going to die in Prague. There were people who wanted me dead just as badly as my uncle. But I made it out with my head. That's only because... I had you," he says sincerely.

"I'm flattered, but I didn't do much. You told me what I needed to know, and I helped. That's it, nothing special."

I pick up my glass of dry red wine and take a sip as he continues to eye me.

"That's bullshit, Mya. And you know it. You are by far the most enigmatic person I've met. Unsurprisingly, you draw everyone around you to you. You're beautiful and strong, you're an amazing mother as well. The more I'm around you...the more I want to ensure I'm there for you."

"What do you mean? You're here now, Borya. Let's not think so gloomily. I appreciate the time I've spent with you, but you sound like you're going to say goodbye to me. Why is that?"

Borya gets up from his seat and comes to my left side, on one knee and his right arm on the back of my chair.

"Mya, you mean the world to me. But, after I go to Russia, we both know there is a big chance I'm not coming home. While I'm with you... I want you to know how much you mean to me," Borya says in a low voice as he stares into my eyes and his left-hand travels up my thigh.

As tall as he is, his face is level with mine and his lips move ever closer.

"You're everything to me, Mya."

I can feel a twinge in my heart, something egging at me and making me yearn for him to kiss me. I've been wanting him this close for a long time. Now he is and my heart is beating like crazy. What is he doing to me? Before I can ponder it further, his lips are crushing into my own and his tongue is gently exploring the depths of my mouth. I moaned into him, and his left hand rests at the nape of my neck.

"I can't hold back anymore, I need to be inside you, Mya."

Borya doesn't wait for my response, he wraps both hands under my thighs and picks me up out of the chair. I gasp between kisses, my arms around his neck for stability and comfort. Borya leans down towards the table and quickly pushes everything off this side. The Pelmeni and wine land on the floor with glass and silverware. Neither of us care though, as he rips my dress apart and moves my thong to the side.

I help Borya unzip his jeans, and he pulls them down enough for his dick to be pulled out. Borya was in no way small, to make matters worse, he is super thick from tip to base. But I want him, and I need to feel him inside me, I'll go insane if I don't. Borya strokes himself to get fully hard and once he is, he spits on my pussy and slowly fills me up. I moan in pain and pleasure as he stretches me and fucks me deep.

"Fuck, you're tight for a woman who had two kids back-to-back." He chuckles.

"What can I say, my pussy is life changing. You'll probably be more obsessed with me after this," I joke.