Her Russian

Chapter 53-Mrs. Ilia Savin

He tried not to worry about Galina, but he couldn't help it.  His friend, his lover and his fiance was standing behind that glass right now watching him spray acid on her mother.

She must think him a sick fuck.  He brushed such thoughts from his mind as he finished up with Allister and then he had Yuri and Erik come in and take her body away and clean up the room.

Cracking his neck from side to side, he grabbed a towel that had been on the table and wiped his forehead and face, getting the sweat off.  He was in dire need of a shower now.

Sighing, he quickly walked into the adjoining room and found on Maxim there.  Before he could say anything, Max set his mind at ease.

"She was really brave, Ilia.  She stayed right up until you used the acid and then she lost it, in the trash can" he said pointing to the corner.  "She was here the whole time.  She said she would be waiting for you in your room.  Go to her.  Get your head clear, we'll take care of everything else."  Max was a good man and friend.

Trudging slowly up the stairs, Ilia arrived at the bedroom door, put his hand on the knob and turned it.  When he opened the door, he found Galina standing there with a towel and some clean clothes, he also heard the shower running.

Inwardly he smiled as he realized that Max must have called her, so she knew when to start the shower.  She met him with a small smile and said "Go take a shower baby.  We'll talk or do whatever you like.  You just need to decompress.  We both do."

He followed her into the bathroom where she laid the towel and clothes on the counter, then she turned to leave but he caught her wrist first.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.  She looked up at him, his grey eyes searching hers for the truth.  Bringing her hand to his face, his eyes closed at the contact.  "Ilia look at me" her soft voice demanded.

Opening his eyes he looked at her and she smiled.  "I'm fine, baby.  Really.  Get clean."  That was all she said before leaving him to his own thoughts.

Peeling off the dirtied and bloodied clothing along with shoes and socks, he climbed into the shower and his body instantly relaxed as the warm spray hit his tired and tensed shoulders and back.

Without any warning, he felt small hands come around his waist, hugging him tightly.  Ilia placed a hand on top of hers while they just stood there, in silence.  God he was fighting with his will to take her in the shower.

He noticed she'd released his waist but soon felt a soft cloth and the fragrance of his body wash as she took care of his body.  God he loved and adored this woman!

Ilia watched her grab a small towel, fold it in half and put it on the floor in front of her.  "On your knees, please" she asked him.  He complied right away, bringing his head forward he let it rest on her belly.

He picked up on the scent of his shampoo and then he felt her hands and fingers gently massaging it into his scalp.  "Lean back" she murmured.  Once his hair was rinsed, she told him that he was clean and could get out when he was ready.

She didn't seem to mind that he held that position while she caressed his shoulders and neck, feeling his body relax.  With her hands on either side of his head, she leaned it back so he could look up at her for a change.

Without uttering a word, she lowered her mouth to his and kissed him like she'd never done before.  He felt her possession over his lips and mouth and he loved how it made him feel.

"I want you" he breathed against her mouth.  Her response was a sexy moan escaping her lips.  "I need you" she replied and then it was his turn to moan.

After kissing for bit longer, Ilia opened his eyes and looking adoringly at her.  "Ready to get out, little kot?" he asked.

She nodded as he uncoiled and stood to his full height dwarfing her once again.  Turning off the water he turned to see her holding out a towel for him and once he took it, she wrapped hers around her little body and stepped out.

Ilia watched her walk to the counter, get the blow dryer and dried the water from her hair.  It looked like a golden sheet hanging from her head and he loved the feel of it in his hands.

Pulling the towel from her body, she hung it up and held out her hand for his.  Once the bathroom was picked up they both wandered into their bedroom.

Even though it was mid-day, it looked a lot darker than it should be and then they heard the thunder and shortly after that it started to rain, heavily.

Ilia crawled under the sheet, holding it open it allowed Galina to climb on top of him and lay down.  He sighed loudly as his hands traveled down the backside of her body, landing on her behind he cupped it lovingly in his hands, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh.

He could hear the change in Galina's breathing plus he could feel her desire as his erection pushed right into her core, causing her to lift her head and crash her lips to his.

His arms tightly around her body as he rolled them over, placing her beneath his body as they continued to kiss.  His kisses burned through her as she felt consumed by them, needing them and wanting them.

"Ilia please" she begged softly.  He knew what she needed because he needed it too.  Lifting his hips, he told Galina to guide him into her.  

He groaned as soon as her innocent hand wrapped around his length, showing him the way that would pleasure them both.

His body cocooning hers, he rolled his hips into her slowly and deliberately as they both felt their bodies building for a fantastic orgasm.

And just like he wanted, they climaxed together, both of them shouting the other's name as fell gloriously over the edge.

Ilia rolled off of Galina onto his back and brought her with him, holding her close at his side, her head resting on his chest.  Their breathing still ragged.

"Galina?" Ilia said softly.  "Hmm?" she answered.  "Marry me tomorrow night."