Her Russian

Chapter 75-Use Me

Galina got up early and tread quietly to the bathroom as not to wake Ilia.  She could tell he was exhausted and by all rights she should be too but she was too wound up to think about sleep.

She knew by his reaction, Dr. Markov's, Tori's, Max and the others that she was in deep shit because of the little stunt she pulled and she was nervous as hell.  She didn't know of anyone that liked being yelled at.

Sighing she turned on the shower and then took off all her clothes, grabbing her toothbrush, she got her mouth clean and then stepped into the shower.

The warm water felt so soothing on her tired body that she got down on all fours and let it hit the middle of her back for a bit and then rested on her forearms.  It felt so good taking all the weight off her back and when she'd had enough, she stood up and started to wash her hair.

The shower was exactly what she needed.  It made her feel refreshed and ready for the day, no matter what that might bring.

She'd grabbed a white eyelet sundress to change into after her shower and she loved the way it fit flatteringly around her growing belly.

Next she dried her hair and straightened it, applied some eye liner, mascara and nude lip gloss.  Feeling ready for her day, she picked up after herself in the bathroom and walked out.

As soon as she stepped a foot out of their bathroom, she shrieked loudly at Ilia who was now sitting up in bed.  The last she had seen, he was still fast asleep.

He was still in his underwear, feet on the floor, legs slightly spread and his forearms were resting on his thighs.  He still hadn't raised his head to even acknowledge her and she knew by this, she was really in trouble and he was beyond pissed at her.

Building up her courage and not wishing for any harsh exchange this early in the morning, she walked to him and placed herself between his open legs.  Still nothing on his part, so she continued.

Galina placed her hands in her husband's hair and felt his body start to relax as she pulled his head to her, so it was resting on her belly.

She felt his arms slowly come up from behind her and go around her waist, making her sigh a bit over their progress.  And then she spoke.

"Ilia" she said his name so softly.  "I know that you are very angry at me and you have every right to be, but please don't shut me out.  Don't give me the silent treatment because honestly, I would rather have you yell and scream at me than ignore me.  I don't think I could handle that right now.

I'm going to give you time to gather your thoughts while I go down and make breakfast.  When you feel like you're ready to talk, just come get me and I'll go anywhere you want.  Please, detka, talk to me" she hated sounding needy like that but at this present time, having her husband, the love of her life mad at her, was more than she could stand.

Ilia raised his head so he could look at his wife.  She was so completely alluring, beautiful, head-strong, infuriating, loving and stubborn.  Just to name a few.  He wasn't quite sure yet how he was going to deal with her but after her plea, he would not add any angst to what she was feeling by ignoring her.

He pulled her head down to meet his lips and said "Galina, I am so pissed off at you right now but I will never ignore you or purposely choose not to speak to you.  You are my wife and I love you more than life."  And with that, he kissed her.

It wasn't tender and romantic, it was needy and rough, just the way she liked it.  Before she knew what was happening, he had pulled her onto him and they were now laying back in bed with her body straddling his.

Ilia continued to punish his wife's body and in a way, he was letting out some of his anger and frustration they both could deal with.  Everything else would come later.

Whipping her over so she was under him, Ilia pulled her dress over her head and flung it to the side, leaving her in nothing but a white lace thong, her breasts full and round, ready for his pleasure.

His lips left ridiculous sensations as he made his way southward down her body until he reached her sex.  Now he was going to really play with her.

Galina's husband ran his tongue along her slit and on top of her panties, her back arching with pleasure as he teased her body to the breaking point.

"Oh Ilia" she breathed as he moved her panties aside, letting his tongue play with her sensitive bundle.  The sound of her panting, calling out his name and breathing hard really turned him on as he applied more pressure from his tongue to her body, causing her to snap.

"Oh God!" she screamed at the same time as she started bucking her hips upwards, craving the friction his tongue could provide.  "That's it baby" he urged.  "Let me hear you scream.  Let me know I'm the only one that can make you feel this way" Ilia begged.

"Yes!" she cried, her body racked with emotions.  "Only you can make me feel like this" sobbed, no longer caring about anything, other than what her husband was doing to her body.

Once he'd wrung every drop from her sex, he rolled her over to her knees, got in behind her, pulled her panties down and slammed into her.  She was so responsive to him, it drove him crazy.

"Shit yes" he grunted as he moved in and out of her body, establishing a punishing pace.  He was going to show her, she would know after this not to ever put herself in harms way again.

"I'm gonna come!" he roared as his body stiffened, preparing for its release.  He made the most animalistic noises she'd ever heard as his orgasm slammed its way through his body and hers again.

He took her again, several more times until they were both completely and totally exhausted.  Galina lay on her back, her head pointed at the foot of the bed, her body covered in sweat as she lay heaving from all the activity.

"Are you through now?" she asked, her voice still shaky.  "What do you mean?" Ilia asked, knowing very good and well what she meant.

"Are you finished punishing me?" she said, her voice sounded sad now.  She heard her husband let out a loud sigh and then felt him close the distance between her body and that's when she lost it.

"Shh, baby" he soothed.  "I'm sorry, Galina.  I just didn't know, I just, shit, it was the only way I could get out how frustrated you make me.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  Please don't cry."

The feeling he got from making his wife cry was shitty and he vowed to never do it again, to use sex to get across how he felt.  That was something precious between them and the last thing he wanted to do was use it to punish her.

He could tell by her body language that she was starting to relax and he encouraged her to lay next to him and get some more sleep.  He still needed it and he knew she did too.  They would talk soon, but now, wrapped up in each other's arms, they slept.