Her Russian

Chapter 29-Clearing the Air

Galina silently cursed that bitch Aleryia.  She could see the wheels and cogs of Ilia's mind twirling ever since they finished their dinner and got into the car.  

She was going to put a stop to this and right now.  This was her evening with Ilia.  She put her mind into overdrive, thinking up things that would make for an interesting evening for them both.

She knew bed was the first place she wanted him, so her mind went there and she had the perfect thing planned out.  All she had to do was make sure she got to his room first.

Taking her mind from these thoughts, she turned her thoughts to the brooding man beside her.  Time to change his mood.

She knew he would flip out at what she was wearing under her dress and now was the time to pull out all the stops, take out all her feminine charms and use them on the man that she was so desperately falling in love with.

Galina was close to the button that controlled the privacy window, so she reached over and pushed it and then turned to look at Ilia.  He was still so far away, he didn't notice what was going on.

Before he had a chance to do or say anything, she was straddling his lap and she had raised her dress so he could get a good look at the nude thigh highs she was wearing.

The hem of her dress was raised about two inches from the sexy stockings, giving flashes of her soft, creamy thighs and when their eyes met, she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

"What are you up to?" he asked her softly.  Galina raised her hand to his face, gently caressing his soft stubble.  Hmm, she loved how it felt when her fingers grazed over it.  Leaning in, she kissed him on the lips, just a sweet melding of lips, but the feelings this action produced were evident.

"Put her from your beautiful, cloudy mind, Ilia.  I will not allow her to come between us again.  If she has something over you, I will fight for you, until you figure out how to deal with her.

You are mine and never again will I allow her to think she has a chance.  I will not let you go.  Ever.  She'll have to kill me first.  And Ilia, I will not go down without a fight."  He knew by the determined look in her eye, that she meant every word.

"I have one more thing to say.  Please don't say anything, just let the words soak in.  I will no longer live with regrets and by that I mean, if I need to say something I will.  If it requires an action on my part, I will act.

Having said that, I love you, Ilia Savin.  I have since that first night in your study.  You mesmerized me, you drew me in and the harder I fought it, the stronger your hold became and then I found myself not wanting to fight it. 

 I wanted to love you and even if you can't love me, just now or ever, I have enough for the both of us.  And I just know that I never want to be without you, ever again.  The last two months have been hell on earth and I've missed you terribly.  No more.  I'm here to stay."

She finished her speech, her heart beating recklessly in her chest, tears threatening to spill, as she just stared deep into those steel gray eyes, eyes that made her want to leap off into nothingness because she knew she would fall into him and it was worth it.

Galina watched his hands slide up her arms until they reached her face, tenderly holding her, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, he pulled her into his lips, and the way he kissed her was different than before.

It almost felt like he was giving himself to her.  He was giving into her.  As he continued to kiss her, Galina took his right hand and put it over her heart.  She wanted him to feel what power he had over her.  Ilia laid his head back against the seat while he continued to feel the beating of his woman's heart beneath his hand.  

Leaning forward, Galina put her lips to his ear.  "Ilia, I love you" she said softly.  The wounded groans that came from his body almost sounded painful.  She knew he was fighting an inner conflict, one that was making him feel like he didn't deserve her love.

"Even if you don't think you are worthy of love, you are worthy of mine.  I am giving it to you freely and not because I want anything back from you.  

Just please know, that I don't care what you are or what you do for a living.  At the end of the day, when we are in the privacy of our bedroom, you are Ilia Savin, my lover, not the head of the Russian mafia.  I will never give up trying to make you see this."  She had tears coming down at this point.

"My God, woman" Ilia breathed softly.  "Just shut up and kiss me, please" he begged.  Galina's mouth crashed down on Ilia's, as the actions themselves became more needy and required, the deeper their kisses became.

She felt his hands running up her thighs, stopping where creamy flesh met with the lacy tops of her stockings.  "Tak seksual'no (So sexy)" he mumbled against her neck.

Galina's voice hitched when his thumbs came into contact with her sex, through her flimsy lace panties.  "I will buy you more" he said.  She didn't understand what he was talking about until she heard the fabric ripping as his thumbs invaded her core.

"Oh Jesus, Ilia!" she cried as his thumbs circled her clit.  He was double teaming her with his fingers and she knew it would only take a few more caresses before she would be writhing and coming all over his lap.

"Blyad'! (Fuck)" Galina shouted as she came undone under Ilia's expert touch.  God she was coming so much, it was going to wear her out before she was done.

Collapsing on his shoulder, her breath very ragged, she whispered "Holy God!  I'm so ready to get you into bed" she panted.  Ilia kissed her cheek.

"I want that too, baby" he whispered.  "I just have to give some final instructions to my men, when we get home, and then I'm all yours the rest of the night."  Well that solves that problem Galina thought to herself.

Fixing her dress, Galina sat back down in the seat next to Ilia, her sex still throbbing from her orgasm.  She looked at Ilia's crotch and even with black dress pants on, she could see the huge erection he was sporting under the fabric.

"I'll take real good care of you baby" she purred, her hand on his crotch.  Ilia placed his hand over hers and pressed it down on his erection.  "Hmm, I'm looking forward to it, Ms. Ivanov" he smirked at her.

When they finally got back to Ilia's compound, the sexual tension in the car was thick and Galina had no doubts that had there been no one around, Ilia would have fucked her inside the car, on top of the car and anywhere else he desired.

She hadn't been hurt over the fact that he didn't say he loved her.  Even if he couldn't voice it, just yet, she knew.  She'd seen it in his eyes the other day.  What mattered was, he now knew she felt the same way and they would build on that.  She wasn't going anywhere.  She was there to stay.