Times Change (complete)

Chapter 9

"Yes. Oh God, yes. Harder baby, squeeze me harder." She complied with my request, and I felt like I could see the sun explode behind my eyes.

"Please Roza..."

"What do you need baby? Tell me."

"Faster baby, please."

Again, she acquiesced to my request.

Her hand was gliding up and down my cock so hard and fast, that I exploded in her hand long before I was ready to. Panting I struggled to open my eyes, I wanted to see her face so badly.

Once I was able to finally open my eyes I saw her licking my come from her hand and moaning.

"Sooo good." She whispered as she looked into my eyes.

"You were right, that is so fucking sexy and such a fucking turn on."

It was taking every ounce of my teetering self control not to fuck her into the next millennia right that second. I wanted to wait until we were in the cabin to make love to her for the first time again. But if she kept this up that plan would go flying out the window landing on its head in a massive explosion, very soon.

I knew that our first time together was going to cause her pain because I am sooo big and she is sooo fucking tight. Just remembering how it had felt having her pussy wrapped around my cock had my eyes rolling back in my head.

I swear, I almost came again at the memory of being inside her tight wet little virgin core again for the first time. Remembering how tightly she cradled my cock inside her warm, wet, tight little pussy made me physically ache to be inside her again. But thankfully my control held firm, at least for now.

After Roza finished cleaning my come from her hand, with her tongue, we got up.

"Milaya moya, you need to get a shower and get ready. Because, as I said, we need to go to my room. So that I can get ready in time for us to not be late for training." (my dearest)

"You called me that earlier and yesterday. What does milaya moya mean?" She asked as she gathered up her training clothes. (my dearest)

This time I wasn't going to try to keep from teaching her Russian. I would actually insist that she learn it since she is part Russian after all. Abe's mother, Marcella's family is Russian, while his father's family was Turkish.

"If I am saying it to you, it means my dearest. If you were to say to me, milaya moy, it would mean my dear. The first is feminine the other is masculine."

(I don't know if that is true or not, but that is what I was told.)

"Ahhh, ok. What about Roza?"

"It's your name in Russian."

"Oh ok. You know, if you want too you can go to your room and get ready there while I get ready here. And I will meet you in the gym like usual."

"Nope, sorry, sooo not happening. I will be by your side from now until the end of our forever."

She turned and looked at me, concern filling her beautiful expressive milk chocolate brown eyes. It was almost assured that our children would have some shade of brown eyes since our eyes were almost the exact same shade of brown. Granted, my eyes were more of a dark chocolate, than the milk chocolate color of hers.

"Is there something wrong Comrade? Are you alright? Did something happen? Is someone hurt?"

Always worried about other's. She is always worried about other people. That is just one of the many things that made her the greatest queen that we'd ever had and would do so again. It was also the same thing that would make her a fantastic mother when the time comes.