Into the Ether - Complete

The Winter of Our Discontent: Part 4

After our lovemaking we'd cuddled for ages, kissing and confessing how much we cared for one another. I honestly think we would have stayed in bed all day had we both not been super hungry. We'd skipped dinner, and sexercise works up quite an appetite I'd discovered, so I allowed Dimitri to convince me to get up, shower and get dressed.

I'd wandered to the bathroom, embarrassed to notice faint smears of blood on my inner thighs as I saw myself in the mirror.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. Are you in much pain?" Dimitri asked quietly, seeing the direction of my gaze. He looked remorseful as he slipped his arms around me from behind.

"Not really," I said truthfully. "And it was going to hurt no matter who it was with. If it helps, I've never felt anything as wonderful as how you made me feel just after that!"

"It helps," he said softly, using his huge hands on my waist to spin me around to face him. "You are so beautiful, and I can't believe my dreams came true. I love you, milaya."

"Oh Comrade, I love you, too," I said, a huge smile lighting up my face.

Grabbing his hand, I pulled him into the shower cubicle with me. It wasn't huge, and he was, but we managed it. It was strangely intimate, showering together. Dimitri grabbed a washcloth and squirting some bath gel from the miniature container he started washing me down. Starting with my shoulders and back, he moved down to my bottom and then the backs of my legs before spinning me to wash my neck, breasts, torso, and stomach. "You're so beautiful, milaya," he repeated reverently. "You could have any man you wanted; I still can't believe you gave yourself to me."

"I can't imagine wanting that with anyone but you," I replied shyly. "Being with you just feels so natural. You make me feel so safe and loved."

Dimitri smiled, rinsing the washcloth clear of suds before very gently cleaning my thighs and the outside of my vulva. Once he was done, he kissed me lightly on my nose.

"You should pee, Roza."

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows giving him a what the fuck look.

He chuckled. "It's not a kinky thing, milaya. The friction of lovemaking, particularly the first few times, can introduce bacteria into your urinary tract and give you an infection. If you pee every time after having sex it helps."

"Ok, well I'm not doing that with you in here!"

He laughed some more. "That wasn't what I was suggesting."

"Ok," I said embarrassed. I had no idea about this sort of stuff.

I took the washcloth from his hands, applying more gel and started to wash him. I repeated his motions, doing his shoulders, back then legs, turning him to continue on his neck, chest, abs then starting on his crotch.

"I'd better take over, milaya," he said, taking the washcloth from my hands, "otherwise we might get dirty again!"

Getting dirty again sounded good to me, but I was conscious Dimitri needed to get to the bank and also that I was starving. After we'd stepped out and dried ourselves, I tried to decide what to wear. I was pulling things out of my duffel bag spilling everything across the bed, including my more sexy underwear.

"Wear this," he said gruffly, plucking a deep red lace bra from amongst the pile. I smiled at his sheepish expression. He was so gorgeous I could just kiss him a thousand times. I was smiling at how cute he was when suddenly I remembered that time was ticking for him. For us. I turned my back to him to put on the bra, trying to hide the tears welling in my eyes. But he knew.