Her Russian

Chapter 5-Dinner

Galina could see Ilia watching her from the corner of her eye as she reached for her water glass.  "Would you like some wine?" he asked her.  "No thank you" she responded politely.  "I can't drink" she expanded.  He nodded and poured himself some.

His staff soon appeared with their dinner and she had to admit it smelled heavenly.  A plump, friendly looking woman set her plate down in front of her and Galina immediately said "Spasibo."  This earned her several strange looks.

She was starting to feel uncomfortable amidst the glances she was getting.  "Oh for Pete's sake what?" she snapped.  Ilia just chuckled as the staff scurried back to the kitchen.  "They aren't used to being thanked" he told her truthfully.

Shaking her head, Galina said nothing but dug into the delicious looking food that was in front of her.  "Oh my gosh!" Galina exclaimed.  "This is the best fish I've ever tasted!"

She caught Ilia looking at her again.  What was his problem?  "What?" she asked blushing under his stare.  "Your enthusiasm for the food is comical" he stated simply.  "Well I'm sorry" she said a bit flustered.  "I haven't eaten anything since the plane."

He smirked but said nothing and they continued eating.  Once finished with the meal, they were brought out dessert.  It was Prague cake.  Zoya used to make this for her on special occasions and all at once she started missing her all over again.

"May I use your bathroom?" she asked, standing up.  Ilia wiped his mouth with his napkin and slowly stood up.  "Come" he said as he directed her on which way to go.  "Thank you" she said quietly before disappearing behind the door.

He stood there a moment and then heard water from the faucet and crying.  She was using the water to cover up the fact that she was weeping in his bathroom.  He hurried back to the dining room, not wanting to be caught hanging around outside while she was in there.

"Thank you" she said as he stood up again.  He nodded as they both sat back down.  Her eyes were red and puffy.  "Galina" he said, her name rolling off his tongue.  "Da?" she responded.  "Ty v poryadke (Are you okay)?"  She wasn't sure why he was concerned but she answered him anyway.

"My gran, Zoya, used to make me Prague cake until she became too ill and could no longer get around.  I'm sorry and I know it seems silly" she answered.  "Memories are not silly, lyublyu (love)" Ilia simply stated.  "They make us who we are and remind us of where we come from."

"Ilia?" Galina said.  He loved how his name sounded on her lips.  His eyes captured hers.  "Yes?" he replied.  "Thank you for dinner.  It was lovely as was the company" she said shyly.

One things for sure, Zoya Erin had raised her properly.  She was kind and courteous, shy and reserved and very lady like.  Ilia wondered if she was still a virgin as she was just barely twenty-one.  There was still so much he didn't know about her and wanted to find out.

When they stepped from the dinning room, Maxim, the man from her house, was standing there.  "Are you ready, Ms. Ivanov?" he asked politely.  "I just need to retrieve my purse from the study" she answered.

"I'll get it for you" Ilia said, already walking that way and leaving Galina there next to another giant of a man.  "I apologize for frightening you in your home" Maxim said to her.  Galina let out a nervous laugh.

"Well from my viewpoint it was a little unsettling to have men that looked like giant trees in my home" Maxim chuckled at her analogy.  "Yeah well I guess it would look that way, wouldn't it?" he said smiling down at her.  She liked him.

Ilia returned with her purse and the book she was reading earlier.  She started to say something but he stopped her.  "Please, I insist.  You seemed to enjoy it so much plus it will give me an excuse to invite you back again."  She was shocked by his words, but accepted the book graciously with thanks.

Their hands brushed against each other as she took the book from him.  She felt her face heat up as he smirked at her yet again.  This man and his smirks.  So completely frustrating!

"Well, until next time" she said sticking out her hand again.  They both felt it as she quickly withdrew her hand from his.

Ilia waited until he was sure they had driven off before returning to his study.  As soon as he stepped in, he saw a very naked Aleryia sitting on his desk.  Closing the door, he locked it and as he was heading for his next fuck, he lost the shirt and got his pants unfastened by the time he reached her.

He let his dress pants fall to the floor as the woman rolled a condom onto his erection.  "Stand up and turn around" he demanded roughly.  Aleryia did his bidding and as soon as she bent over he slammed into her, causing her to scream out.

All the while he was taking her, his thoughts drifted back to Galina.  The softness of her hands, her lips were pink and pouty and looked soft.  He wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his dick.

"Fuck!" he roared as he came undone, not believing how fast he'd climaxed.  He was usually able to last a lot longer than that and he hadn't cared if Aleryia came or not.  He was regretting calling her when he came in to get Galina's purse.

He pulled out of her, rolled the condom off, tied it up and threw it in the trash.  "Get dressed and get out" he said coldly.  She made the mistake of giving him that look and that set him off.

"Did I stutter?  I.said.get.out.  NOW!" he screamed making her jump.  She was pissed off as hell but he didn't give two shits right now.  His mind kept coming back to the little girl that was in his office earlier.

He wanted her.  He wanted her virginity.  To go where no one else had ever been allowed.  He'd never experienced a virgin before.  Christ, his cock was coming to life again at his thoughts of her.  

And to make matters worse, the thought of taking her in his study made him sick.  He wanted her in his bed, where he would have total and complete control of her body.  He wanted that image of her beneath him while he slammed into her.

Stripping off his clothes, he wrenched the knob on the shower, waiting for it to get hot.  As he stood there looking at his image in the bathroom mirror, his hand found his cock, wrapped around it and started pleasuring himself at the images of her, naked and wanting him.

"Goddamn it!" he cursed breathlessly, as he climaxed all over the floor.  Picking up a wash cloth, he covered the evidence of his self-release and stomped into the shower.  She was fucking with his head and it had to stop.  Now.