The Russian Next Door

CHAPTER 39 - Heartbroken

'Changed your mind? It's alright, Roza. I won't force anything on you if you don't want to.'

'What? No. I didn't change my mind. I want this more than ever. But I...' he was looking at me questioningly.

I sat up and brushed my hand through my hair. 'I haven't...um, ever done anything like this before. And I, I thought that it was fair for you to know that.' I said embarrassed.

His face lights up with a big smile. He comes closer and whispers into my ear: 'You have no idea how glad I am that I am the first man you give yourself to.' A quiver went down my spine and I get goosebumps all over my skin, making it even more sensitive if that's possible. He feels that, laughs lightly and lays me back again. Every touch he makes on my body is driving me insane. He proceeds to take off my panties. I feel his fingers on my hot skin, dragging the material down. He does the same thing with his underpants. Oh my God he is huge. Is it even going to fit?

He hoovers above me, opening the nightstand's drawer. He takes out a condom and before he opens it, I say: 'You won't need that.' He raises an eyebrow. 'I am taking the pill. I just thought I should be ready.' He bites his lip and responds: 'Perfect, now I can feel you wholly.' And the goosebumps are back.

He comes back over me, kissing me gently. I put my hands into his silky brown hair. And when he enters me, my toes curl, I moan into his mouth and my hands clasp, pulling his hair. It is such a strange sensation. It did hurt a little, but it was such a pleasurable pain. I can feel my intestines starting to knot.

'Did I hurt you, Roza?' he asks concerned.

I shake my head. 'Did I pull too hard?' I say as I take my hands and move them on his back.

He gives me a playful smile. 'No. I kind of liked it, in fact.'

He continues to thrust, moving in a slow pace. I can feel my insides full. He fits perfectly inside me. I bite my lip. 'Mmmmmm, oh God.'

'Faster.' I say. I can't take it no more. Something is building inside my belly. He needs to move faster.

'Are you sure?'

'Mhm, I won't break.'

Instead of that, he picks up one of my legs and puts it around his hip. This way, he thrusts deeper. I almost let out a scream. But he is still moving too slow.

'Just go faster. Please.'

The sight of me begging makes him growl. He kisses me one more time and in a quick movement, he turns us around. He is now resting his back on the bedpost. I am on top. His hands grab my hips.

'Now you can move as fast as you want.'

I don't need any other impulsion. I place my hands on his hard abdomen and begin to move back and forth. His hands are helping me move, and in a matter of seconds we move in the same rhythm. In this position, he is able to touch a spot inside of me that makes me say an 'Aaaah' every time when he reaches it. I look at him and he is all sweaty. He looks at me with so much hunger in his eyes. I smile satisfied. I start to move faster and faster, beginning to pant loudly. We both do.

When he raises one of his hands and starts to rub one of my nipples again, I scream. The ball of tension that built itself inside of me is ready to explode.

'Come for me, Roza.' And as he says my name, the bubble pops and I am thrown off a cliff of pleasure. I start to scream as I dug my fingers into his flesh and arch myself backwards. I scream as loud as I can. Nobody else will hear me anyways. Seconds later, I feel him release too, with a growl.

Consumed from all that pleasure I simply fall flat on his chest, panting.

'Roza,' he says, still breathing heavily 'you were amazing.' I smile joyful.

'So, I guess I found out why everybody is making such a big deal about this. It feels like you took me to Nirvana, comrade.' I feel ourselves shake as he laughs and then he soothes my hair and kisses my forehead.

'And I guess you were right.'

'About what?'

'About the fact that I was going to be the next reason you scream.'

I raise my head and look at him with a shocked expression. 'You heard that?' Laughing, he nods.

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We simply lay there for some time.

'What about some dinner?' he asks.

'That would be nice. But I have to go and put on some clothes first.'

'I won't mind if you stay like this.'

I laugh. 'Of course you won't. But I'll go anyway. I'll be gone for 30 minutes tops.'

'I'll miss you.' he says as he kisses me.

I get up, cover myself with one of his sheets and look one more time at him. He lays there in all his glory with a smug smile on his face. Men. I run out of his apartment and get into mine.

The first thing I do before taking a shower is to look into the mirror. My hair is messed up, my makeup is still standing somehow and all over my neck and my breasts are red spots. That bastard. Until tomorrow they will turn purple. But as I look longer at them, I begin to love them. They mark me as being his. And I hope that he belongs to me too.

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It takes me less than I thought to be ready. I dressed myself with clothes that you can dispose of easily; just in case there will be another occasion. I don't think I'll ever get bored of having sex with him. As I make my way to the door I stop to check on our little baby. It fully bloomed and started to grow. I need to tell Dimitri that we need to make a little visit to the market to get another flower pot.

I got out of my apartment with my back towards the exit so that I could close the door more easily. I hear some noise coming from Dimitri's door and guess that he was going to come to retrieve me. He missed me that much? I turn around and see the real source of the noise. Into the doorframe are two persons, kissing. What the fuck is going on? I gasp. They immediately break apart and turn to face me.

I am petrified. Who is this woman? My chest fills with disgust. Twenty minutes ago we were having sex. Now, he was kissing this woman. I think I am going to faint. My voice comes out cold as ice.

'Hello, Mister Belikov. Madam.' I said nodding in her direction and plastering on my face the fakest smile. I could feel my cheeks hurt. I can't look Dimitri into his eyes. I can't look at him at all.

'Hello.' she responded. Her voice sounded so high-pitched. That sound annoyed me to the core of my being. I wanted to punch her so bad. 'Oh, and please, don't call me Madam, it makes me feel old. Call ma Tasha. I am Dimitri's fiancée. And you are?'

I felt like I am going to fall on the floor. 'I am Rose.' I said, my voice cracking. 'Excuse me, I have to go.'

I ran like hell. I was about to fall for two times while descending the stairs. But I couldn't breathe. Something was pressing my chest so hard. I had to get out of there as fast as I could. I stop just outside the building and empty my stomach.

No, this cannot be happening. He was ENGAGED? And he lied to me for all this time. Hot tears start falling down my cheeks. What have I done? I got involved into a relationship with an engaged man.

I start walking aimlessly through the streets. Finally, I find a bench and sit. And sit. And sit. Just staring into the blackness of the night.