Her Russian

Chapter 15-Does Happiness Really Exist?

Galina felt warm and unable to move, her limbs were trapped by the giant who occupied her bed.  Ilia.

Some of his dark locks had fallen partly in his face, hiding one eye.  His dark lashes, long and fanned out along his face.  She noted that he actually looked relaxed, not a care in the world.

His biceps and chest were huge and his tattoos gave him an air of dark sexiness.  He had worked very hard on his body and it showed.

She especially loved that muscled V that led to nothing but sin and sex.  He was teaching her things, things that she never had experience with anyone.  Ilia was her sexual mentor.

"I love when you watch me" Ilia's voice still raspy from sleep.  Galina giggled.  "Good morning" she said looking down at him.

Ilia reached up and pulled her down to his mouth, his lips felt wonderful.  "Hmm, I like that greeting" she said.  She played with his hair, their gazes still locked.

"As soon as we can get up, get moving and get you packed, we can head back home.  I'm sure there are things you want to discuss and I'm sure you have questions" he watched her expressions closely and saw sadness and angst, to name a few.

"Well, feel free to take a shower.  I'm going to make breakfast" she told him, climbing from bed.  It seemed he'd broken through her modesty as she didn't mind that she was prancing around naked.

Ilia's glance stalked her like prey, licking his lips, he raked over her body with searing glances.  Stepping from bed, and naked as well, he stood in front of her.

Galina looked up at him and smiled and while she did this, he played with a piece of her hair.  "You truly are exquisite" he told her.

Feeling no hesitation at all, she moved closer to him and placed her hands on his chest.  Running her hands in an upward motion, she let her fingers trace every muscle and ripple.

His excitement was apparent by the huge erection he was sporting.  "Damn baby" he sighed.  "I want to do this with you, but when we have more time."  He'd placed his hand on her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

"Well, kiss me and I'll let you go take your shower" she said coyly.  Bending down, his lips met hers perfectly as they engaged in a very sexy kiss.

While Ilia was in the shower, Galina quickly changed the sheets, her face burning bright red at the blood on the fabric.  The last evidence of her virginity was going into the washer.

The only other evidence could not be seen but felt, and only by her.  Ilia was huge but he was right that she stretched perfectly for him.  He said her body was made just for him.

Sighing, she put the kettle on, made some pancakes, cut up fresh fruit and fried up some little sausage links.  She got an attractive table set for them, silverware and plates were out along with coffee cups.

When she turned to go get Ilia, she was surprised to see him standing there, no socks or shoes, dress pants and shirt on, dress shirt unbuttoned and open.  He was beautiful.

Blushing because she was caught gawking, she turned around and went to the sink.  She could smell him.  She took in as much of him as she could and then she felt the heat from his body.

"Oh my little kot" he chuckled.  "You have no idea how alluring it is to see you blush.  I love it" he finished.

Sighing, she let her shoulders relax and turned to face him.  Ok girl she said to herself.  Let's dance. 

She started nice and slow at his waist and let her eyes trail up his body until they reached his.  Feeling very confident, Galina slid her hands inside Ilia's shirt, there was a sexy heat coming off him in waves.

She watched as the power she held over him, materialized before her, as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

She was enamored by the feeling of skin-on-skin; hers on his, goosebumps raising on his flesh because of her.  She was...powerful.

Leaning forward she started kissing him all over his chest, her breathing giving her emotions away.

She slipped his dress shirt off and tossed it onto a kitchen chair.  Ilia scooped her up, demanding she wrap her legs around.  She did, and more.

Galina loved putting her fingers in Ilia's sexy locks.  There was just something about that intimate action that turned her on.

She felt Ilia climb onto her bed with them and pulling the zipper apart on his dress pants, he pulled his erection free and rolled on an awaiting condom.

"Raise your dress" he commanded.  "Slowly" he barked, his eyes blazing.  Galina put both hands flat on the hem of her dress and moved it up slowly, letting it creep up her thighs.

"Shit" he muttered at the sight of her lacy lilac thong.  Hmm, that was a first.  He would have her leave it on, that's gonna be so sexy.

"Lay back" he instructed.  She obeyed his instructions.  She felt him pull her panties to one side and growl.

"Oh baby, you are so damn sexy" his voice gruff.  "You ready for me?" he asked.  Galina spread her legs a little further and answered him with her eyes.

Ilia loved rubbing his tip on her swollen bud, he said he loved watching her come like that.  She loved that he was confident enough to verbalize anything, he was teaching her that as well.

"Oh baby you're just barely holding on" he was working her up.  "Ilia" her voice hitched as she dug her nails into his thighs.

He liked that.  He liked it very much.  Bringing her legs straight up, he let them rest on his right shoulder as he worked into her hard.

"Christ!" his teeth gritted while he exploded, his orgasm raging, his lower back burning.

"Can I get that every morning with breakfast?" he smirked.  "Ilia!" Galina said.  "You're such a man-child" she huffed.

He swooped down onto her lips, kissing her hard and grinding his hips in her.  "That's right, baby.  Man...first.  And don't forget it" he husked as he rolled another condom on and slide into her, making her scream for him again.