Her Russian

Chapter 64-Weight of the World

Two days after the gut-clinching meeting with the family heads, Galina was getting ready for her first doctor visit.  She was estimating that she must be around six weeks but she would just provide Dr. Markov with all the information and let him tell her for sure.

She was so deep in thought about many things that she never realized that Ilia was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest and his feet crossed at his ankles.

She was still worried about Petrov.  She shuddered at the things he'd said and she still couldn't understand why he held such a grudge against her.

Then she was worrying about being pregnant with her heart issues, she was worried about Ilia getting enough rest and...Jesus Christ, shut up!  She mentally was yelling at her brain as she threw herself backwards onto the bed and sighed very loudly.

Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths and then she felt the bed dipping down as Ilia climbed in and hovered above her.

Just his proximity caused her breathing to change, that's the power her husband held over her body.  She couldn't get enough of what he had to offer her physically and here lately he was being very generous with his heart.  

That was a daily struggle for him because he was never used to baring his heart or talking to anyone about anything he was feeling, until her and now he didn't seem to mind.

She felt his hand move her hair away from her shoulder as his mouth placed kisses on her sensitized skin.  Then he stopped which made her open her eyes and she found herself immersed into steel gray ones.

"What's causing the battle in that pretty little head of yours, detka?" he asked her softly.  Sighing, she raised her hand so she could touch his face.  She loved how soft his stubble felt against her hand and she couldn't imagine him without it.

"Oh lots of things" she said, her tone very non-committal.  "Galina" he said, his tone very authoritative, which meant spill it or else.

"Ah shoot, Ilia.  I never could keep anything from you" she said frustrated.  "I'm concerned about the doctor's appointment and what Dr. Markov's going to say about my health.  I'm worried about you.  You also work so hard and you don't get enough sleep and finally I'm still worried about Petrov.  The things he said" she ended, her body shuddering at the thought of the man.

After confessing to Ilia what had been bothering her, he gave her the sweetest kiss, drawing it out for her pleasure and when he'd finished, he pulled his lips away from hers slowly, opened his eyes and looked at her.

He always could put that starry eyed look on her after a kiss like that and she could spend all day in bed letting him do that to her.

"First off, don't worry or stress about your appointment.  We'll deal with whatever Markov tells us and go from there.

Second, please don't worry about me.  I will start trying to come to bed when you do but there may be times when it's just not possible but I will work on it, okay?

And third, Petrov is an asshole who gets off on intimidating people.  Wipe him from your beautiful mind.  He's nothing to us and don't give him more credit than he's worth by worrying about him.

I love you, Galina and I will take care of you and our baby.  You are safe as long as you are with me.  Now, what time is your appointment?" he asked her.

Smiling up at him, Galina said it was at eleven-thirty, which meant they had an hour and a half before they had to be at the medical facility, which was on the grounds, so they could walk there.

She watched him get that look in his eye when she told him how much time they would have before they had to get ready to go.

Peeling the strap down on her night gown, he exposed one of her breast, the nipple puckering as soon as the cool air hit it.

"Hmm" he said as he lowered his mouth.  "So beautiful."  And that was that.  She begged for his body, for him to make love to her.  She could never resist him, she never wanted to.

But what she didn't realize is, she held the same power over him, he just never really told her how he felt.  She had wondered about it before, but he was trying to open up with so many different areas of her life, that she didn't want to push him and cause him to clam up and not talk to her at all.

After Ilia made slow, sweet love to her, they laid there in each other's arms, Galina loving how it felt being skin-on-skin with him.  It was a feeling like no other she'd ever experienced.

"You have no idea the power you hold over me, do you baby?" he asked, breaking their silence.  Galina didn't say anything, she just let him keep talking.

"I find myself drifting off and thinking of you when I should be focused on a meeting or task.  I'm always going over how you look, in my mind, memorizing every beautiful thing about you.

My body responds to mere thoughts of your body against mine and I'm powerless to stop it.  I don't want to stop it.  You have bewitched me and I'm under your spell."

She'd never heard anything so beautiful and romantic in her entire life and those were her words, words that he'd given to her and no one else.

Rolling over, she placed herself on top of her husband, her chin resting on folded hands that lay on his chest and just looked adoringly at him.

After a bit, he smirked at her and then asked her what she was doing.  With a dazzling smile spreading across her face, she answered "I'm memorizing you.  Every beautiful thing about you."  She took a page from his book, hoping it would let him know that she felt the same way about him.

Lowering her mouth to his, she completely changed the atmosphere in the room, from one of levity to one of desire and need.

"Let me make love to you, Ilia.  Please" she said as she placed kisses around his chest and neck.  She loved feeling his body respond to hers, his erection pressing straight into her core, making it impossible to think at the moment.

He never answered her but slid her right leg up so her foot was resting on the mattress, then reaching between them, he took hold of his shaft and placed it at her entrance waiting on her to lower herself and take all of him.

They spent the next hour pleasing each other, testing their boundaries for endurance and tolerance of pain and pleasure, leaving their bodies happy and exhausted.

Galina and Ilia laid wrapped up in each other for the next half hour before they got up and headed for the shower.  Once done with that, they dried off and got dressed for the day.

While standing at the mirror trying to fix her hair, her husband came up behind her and put his arms around her waist, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

"Have I told you how incredibly beautiful you are?" he whispered.  Smiling she said "You do, quite often but I will never get tired of hearing you tell me."

Turning her to face him, he kissed her one more time before they left the privacy of their room.  This kiss left her lips swollen and plump, just the way he liked them to be.

"Well, are you ready?" she asked, picking up her purse from their dresser.  Ilia nodded as he opened the door for her.  "Let's go meet our baby" she said smiling at him and the smile she got in return could stop the world from revolving on its axis.  She loved this man, more than life itself.