Her Russian

Chapter 47-Will You...

Galina toyed with the necklace that hung between her breasts as they walked back to the cottage.

She was nervous. Ilia had taken her hard and fast just now and they hadn't used a condom and she was too scared to bring it up, so unless he brings it up, she's going to act like it didn't happen.

Ilia acted like he couldn't wait to get her back, the way they'd had sex, it was different, he was different.

Once they'd arrived, she watched Ilia go and shut and lock the front and back doors, windows and curtains.

Then he led her to the bedroom and leaning up against the door, arms crossed at his chest, he said "Take off your shoes." She complied.

Not moving, his next command was "Your dress." His voice husky and deep as he controlled her very movements.

Her dress lay in a heap on the floor as he issued his next order.  "Bra."  He was starting to get wound up, so she took her time reaching for the clasp in the back.

His breathing became uneven and ragged, his eyes trained on her bare chest once she let go of her garment.

"Panties" his voice low and sensual.  Hooking her fingers in the sides, she shimmied them down her hips, thighs and then the floor.

Stalking to her, he walked around her, his fingers lightly skimming her skin.  "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, my ahren (Angel)" Ilia told her.

There was something very film noir about the set scene.  Beautiful and sexy blonde, naked, while a very dark and sexy bad boy, stands before her, being dominant with her.

Galina couldn't see him any longer because he'd stopped behind her, his arms going around her waist.

She nearly collapsed at the feeling of his mouth on her shoulder, lips moist and very kissable, continued to torture her until he turned her around.

Cupping her behind, Ilia picked her up and carried her to the bed, right in the middle, as she laid sinfully naked underneath his hot body.

The fabric of his clothing rubbed and teased her body, the material of his tee shirt caressing her hardened nipples, the pain was exquisite.

"Ilia" she whispered, her words sounding like worship.  "What is it, my little kot?  Tell me" he urged her.

He watched her eyes close as he lowered his mouth to hers, her lips ripe for the taking.  The way her hands felt going through his long, soft locks.

"Ilia, please" she started.  "I need you detka.  So much.  I need to watch you undress" she was on a roll now.

"I need to see you between my legs.  I need to feel you enter me.  And, I need to hear you come, lose yourself inside me" she begged, the desire evident in her voice.

Ilia got up slowly and removed his shoes and socks.  Next was his jacket and tie.  By this time, Galina was resting on her forearms, waiting for the next discarded item of clothing.

His belt jingled, causing her focus to shift to his crotch.  She watched his long fingers tease her with the zipper, taking his time.