Saving Anya

by Nelson, Latrivia

  “Dmitry,” she said, moving the throw from her legs.

  With the lick of his full lips, he turned to her. “What baby?” His look was even more devastating than before when he saw the revealed flesh of her caramel long, shapely legs. She was literally killing him right now.

  Her heart fluttered like a little girl. “Is it bad that I want to make love to you right now? I mean, with our baby being gone. Does that make our priorities out of place?”

  Slowly, Dmitry walked over to her, unloosing his tie with his index finger as he moved. His chest was tight with desire. His voice was gruff and hard. “I want you,” Dmitry said adamantly. Clenching his jaw, he knelt down on his knees in front of her on the couch. “I don’t know if that is wrong or right. I just…” he looked at her breasts. “I know how I feel. I know what I need.”

  Royal sat up towards him and put her legs around his torso. His skin was burning through his clothes, hot to the touch. Unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, she looked into his eyes.

  “Can you do this?” Dmitry looked at her body, the rigid tips of her nipples pressing against the silk of her gown, the beat of her heart against the dangling heart-shaped diamond necklace on her throat and felt his erection grow, even as he asked.

  “I don’t know. I feel like I want to try. It was six weeks Wednesday,” she said, watching his hand trail down her shoulder to the strap of her gown. He pulled it down slowly, making sure to connect all of his finger tips to her shoulder. His touch sent zingers down into her belly.

  “Umm,” Dmitry said, pulled her face in and slowly kissing her lips. “Let’s try, shall we?” His eyes were locked on hers, and suddenly Royal felt like she was floating somewhere above the room.

  Leaning in, he kissed her again, this time with his tongue and more seductively. Slowly, he searched her mouth, breathing deep, in sync with her own heart and sucking on her lips.

  Losing herself, she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, God Yes. I want this,” she said, pushing her pelvis against his abdomen.

  Dmitry was a slow starter when he wanted to be, especially when he truly wanted to appreciate a woman’s body during sex. Even while he kissed her, he gradually moved her garment down to her waist. Breasts exposed, he trailed a kiss down the middle of her body, cupping her breasts in his hands and gently massaging them.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, pulling away.

  Royal smiled, feeling like a queen. She guided his face to her breast and offered it to him. “I may still be lactating,” she warned.

  “Then feed me, the way that you have nurtured my children,” he said, taking her engorged breast into his mouth.

  Royal couldn’t help but lay her head back on the sofa. As she did, her body tilted upwards. He caught her legs in his arms and pulled her to him. Leaning over her, he ran a hand up her gown and felt her bare, wet vagina. His hands rubbed over her mound then over her aching lips.

  Arching her back, she lifted her leg so that he could get to her better. “Please,” she begged. “Make love to me.” As soon as she said that, she looked across the room to Dmitry’s desk and thought of Khalid. “In the next room,” she added.

  Dmitry looked back at the desk and cracked a naughty smile. “That doesn’t…doesn’t do it for you, eh?” he panted.

  Royal couldn’t help but chuckle. “Afraid not.”

  “Say no more.” Picking her up off the couch, he cradled her in his arms as he made his way to the door that opened up to the adjoining room for his private meetings. Laying her on the long table, he reached in his pocket, grabbed his Zippo lighter and lit the candles in the candelabras around the room. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered without looking at her.

  Royal felt like a young girl again. Pulling off her gown, she threw it on the floor and laid on her side in the middle of the table. “Won’t this hurt your knees or break the damn table?” she asked. She wiggled around to make sure that it was sturdy.

  Dmitry turned to her and stripped himself of all of his clothes quickly. “What? You’ve never made love on an executive board table?” he asked as he dropped his pants. Evidently, he too had gone commando this evening.

  “No,” Royal said, biting her lip. “Have you?”

  Dmitry grinned, showing his dimples. “Well, there was this one time…” He chuckled as he walked up to the table completely naked. His thick manhood slapped between his wide thighs as he crawled up on the table over her. His strong arms bulged as he hid her with his body. “Let me worry about the table, okay. You worry about not screaming so loud until the guards burst in.”

  Royal laughed. “That only happened once.”

  “Three times,” Dmitry corrected with a kiss.

  “You’d think they’d be used to it by now,” she said, feeling his hand rake over her body.

  “I’m sure they think by now that we’d stop having sex all over the house,” he said, moving down to her aching sex.

  Getting more serious, she looked down at the crown of his golden tendrils and closed her eyes as he licked her labia in one commanding lap of his tongue. The tip of his tongue lingered at her clitoris and then pushed down into her womb. Having been denied this simple but exquisite pleasure for a while, she couldn’t help but whimper. But when he pulled his tongue out of her and then returned with a kiss and two of his fingers slipping in and out of her, she could no longer resist her urge to moan.

  Dmitry was very careful with her body. Just above him was her barely-healed incision from the C-section. He kept his eye on it as he fondled her. But he could not deny his own lust was building. Royal’s body had changed only for the better. Her thighs were even thicker, her breasts even plumper, her backside fatter with more to hold on to and bury into. Overall, the twins had only made her more beautiful.

  Feeling her body release a large pool of liquid, he removed his mouth from her clenched sex and raised up to find his wife more turned on then he could ever remember seeing her in a few months.

  “You next,” she said, pulling her body up and getting on her knees. “Get on your knees.”

  Dmitry did as she insisted. Getting on his knees, he watched her eagerly take his penis into her mouth. Grabbing her by the back of her head, he pushed a few inches in and then remembered himself. This was his wife. He had to be careful with her. He only allowed her to pleasure him for a minute before he switched his attention.

  Picking her up in his iron embrace, he carried her to the wall, placed her back against it and used his arms to hold her up firmly so that she didn’t have to struggle.

  His muscles bulged as he guided her on top of his long, steely manhood. Moving her down, one slow inch at a time, he made her kiss him while he opened her. He could feel her body resist at first, having been closed for so long, but the climax had helped relax her muscles.

  Placing a hand on her shoulder when she was half way down, he reached in and kissed her mouth to distract her from the thrust of the last six inch drop.

  “Dmitry!!!!” she screamed when he did. At the base of his manhood now and feeling as though she had been staked, the pressure began to build inside of her.

  Dmitry’s mouth parted, his blue eyes focused on her body as he hit the wall with his fist. “Fuck,” he panted. Getting his bearings, he gently began to move her. She felt like she was flying so high up in the air and then soaring back down to earth.

  Leaning in to him, she held on to his marble statue of a body and felt her own body finally give in to his demands. He carried her like a feather as he moved in and out of her. Hard and thick, hot and fragrant, his body moved against her own, making her mad with excitement.

  “Yes,” she said, feeling her sex began to quake. She grabbed his blonde locks. “Yes, Dmitry, right there.” He held her up, growling with a masculine virility that made her want to offer her body again as his vessel for life.

  Hitting all the spots deep inside her body that drove her crazy, she moved her hips against him, bucking her firm backside against the slap
of his large slick testicles until yet again, after she could no longer take the sound, the feel, the act, she came.

  “That’s twice,” Dmitry counted, enjoying her moans into his chest.

  He looked down at the crown of her head and kissed it. “Three’s a charm.”

  Still attached to him, he carried her to his chair at the head of the table, and sat down, rested back and planted his bare feet on the floor. He moved her long hair off of her shoulders and wiped the sweat from her brow.

  “Can you feel me inside of you?” he asked.

  “What woman wouldn’t?” she asked, kissing his lips.

  Dmitry pulled her away and held her face. “No,” he said quietly. He took a deep breath and stilled his beating heart. “Can you feel me inside of here?” he asked, putting his hand over her heart.

  Royal put her hand on his. “Yes,” she whispered. “I can feel you.”

  Dmitry ran his hands over her shoulders and looked at her seriously, his brow furrowed. “Good,” he said. “That’s good.”

  Royal could see that he was thinking about something. Pulling his chin up, she looked into his crystal blue eyes. “Don’t you even think about not coming back tomorrow.”

  “Of course I’ll come back tomorrow,” he said with a smile.

  “Alive,” she said sternly. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Alive, Dmitry.” Resting her hand on his chest, she felt his heart beat on her palm.

  “My will is greater than theirs. I’ll be back,” he promised. “But they won’t.”

  Royal looked at the old wound that his brother had left at the apex of his shoulder and the wound in his arm and felt sorry for her husband. He was constantly at war with someone or himself. It had to be exhausting. She leaned into him and put her head down further on his chest. As she did, she rocked against his erection.

  “Now, that feels better,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

  “Your stamina is mind-blowing,” she said exhausted.

  “Make me,” he said, lifting his hips. “Make me come.”

  Sitting up on him, she arched her back, pushed her small hands against his collar bone and grinded her pelvis against him. Holding on to her hips, he pushed down every time that she came up on his penis.

  “Sushchestvuet ni odna zhenshchina v mire bolyee krasivym, chem vy. YA nikogda ne ostavlyu tebya. YA nikogda ne perestanu lyubitʹ tebya,” he confessed to her in a low, seductive voice.

  Closing her eyes, Royal listened to his voice soothe her hurting spirit. The words brought tears to her eyes and healed her at the same time. He had told her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, that he would never leave her and never stop loving her.

  “And I will never stop loving you,” she vowed.

  Slowly, they moved in to a synchronic dance of slow, exact ecstasy. As they kissed, he slipped one arm around her back and the other in her hair. Tight in his embrace, she felt him pushing her body against his, pumping in and out of her at a mind blowing pace.

  The sound of bodies beating against each other in close proximity, the grunting, the moaning, the smell of perfume mixed with expensive cologne, the kisses and sucks and finally the clenching of her womb around his shaft finally made Dmitry explode.

  He held her tightly to him as he released. Sucking her bottom lip, he grunted as the last of his seed washed into her body.

  Collapsing against his chest, Royal finally felt the burden of her recent surgery. “Okay, I’m hurting now,” she said, heaving a sigh.

  Dmitry snapped back to his senses, quickly picked her little body up off of him and stood her up on the floor beside his chair. In a second, he was up and had grabbed her nightgown.

  “I can get it,” she said, trying to slow him down.

  “No, baby. Don’t move,” he said, slipping her gown over her body. “Let me carry you upstairs and get you in a hot bath before daylight,” he said, seeing the sun break the horizon and shine down in the valley through his curtains.

  “Normally, I would protest, but I’m afraid that you’ve exhausted me,” she said as he picked her up.

  “That’s my job,” he said, opening the door.

  “Aren’t you going to put on some clothes?” she asked when she noticed that he was naked.

  “My house, my rules,” he said, carrying her down the dark hall.

  Chapter 29

  Behind the doors of her master bathroom, a nice bath had been drawn for Royal in her large claw-foot tub with the windows opened to let in fresh air and the breaking dawn and candles lit to calm her spirit. Dmitry sat beside her in a chair, leaned over tending to her every need. The warm water rushing over her body and soothed the sore spots that had been thoroughly used by her husband. Dmitry ran the sponge over her neck and back slowly, making circles around the red spots on her skin that he had held too tightly too.

  “Does that feel better?” he asked, moving the strands of her hair that had fallen out of her clip.

  “It feels amazing,” she said, eyes closed.

  Pulling the clip out of her hair, he put shampoo in his hand and massaged it into her scalp. Dipping her head back, he washed it out and then did the same with the conditioner. The smell of mint wafted up to his nose and he dried her hair off with a towel and helped her out. Wrapping her body with a terry cloth robe, he led her in the bedroom and put her in the bed to rest with the fireplace to keep her warm.

  “I’ve missed this,” she said, eyes shuttering closed.

  “So have I,” he said with one arm across her on the bed. As he was about to bend to kiss her, the baby monitor rang with the sound of one of his sons crying. He winked. “I’ll get him.”

  “Bring him to me,” she said, resting her head back on the pillow. “He just wants to be held. It’s Max. He always wakes up first. Konstantin is a late sleeper. We have another hour before he gets up and then they’ll both be starving.”

  Dmitry thought of her breasts again and had to fight an erection. “Breast milk takes like liquid gold,” he said, slipping a hand into her robe to rake over her nipple.

  “You’re so bad,” she whispered before he kissed her.

  Dmitry looked her in her eyes and rubbed his nose against hers. “You have no idea.”

  With that, he stood up, threw on a pair of pajama bottoms and left the room with a little more swagger in his step than before.

  It was a good start to what promised to be a very long day. Something about being with his wife again gave him the strength that he would need to see it all carried out. Six weeks he had been made to wait. Six long, miserable, teasing weeks. But Royal had made the wait worth it. She was a good wife, true and honest. He knew that even if he had not touched her in six years, she would never let another. He knew that every time that he tasted her, he was the only one. She had never given herself to another willingly, and there were very few in this world who could say that. That fact completed him, made him feel like a real man through and through. He knew that others wanted her, coveted her, dreamt of her, but Royal Medlov was his and his alone.

  As Royal had said, of the pair it was Max who had stirred awake. Eyes averted to the hanging toys above him, he waited on his mother to hear his cry and come to him as she normally did. Dmitry walked into the children’s nursery, now lit with a golden hue from the sun on the horizon and dipped over the crib to pick his son up in one large hand. He held him up in the air and looked at him, inspecting the boy with proud appreciation.

  Maxim cracked a smile when he saw his father’s face. They shared the same blue eyes and but different hair. However, Max had his mother’s lips. Dmitry drew him in and held him close to his bosom, kissing the crown of his head. He still couldn’t believe that he had boys. Two beautiful, strong, brilliant boys.

  “Daddy loves you so much,” he whispered to him in his little ear. “You know that, eh? I would do anything for you and your brother and your sister and your mother. Anything. Do you know why?” he asked the boy. “Potomu chto vy mne zavershitʹ. You kn
ow what that means? It means you complete me. Potomu chto vy mne zavershitʹ.”

  Royal sat up in the bed and listened to the baby monitor with a serene smile on her face. “You complete us,” she said, even though she knew that he could not hear her.

  “Now, let’s get you to your mama,” Dmitry said, peeking in on Konstantin to make sure that he was still asleep. He was. Snuggled under his blanket, dreaming and resting quietly, the baby boy looked the most peaceful that Dmitry had ever seen a person. He envied him slightly to be able to sleep so well without a care in the world.

  Walking back into the bedroom, Dmitry handed Max to Royal and then tucked them both under the covers. He stood by the bed, looking at them both and trying to remember this moment just as it was. Perfect. Serene.

  “What?” Royal asked when she noticed his stare.

  “Nothing,” Dmitry said, hearing his cell phone ring.

  She immediately went rigid.

  “Relax, the kidnappers wouldn’t be calling on this line.” Dmitry picked up the Blackberry on the nightstand and answered it. “Da,” he said, sitting on the bed.

  He knew that Royal wouldn’t be able to bear being taken out of the conversation. Listening for a minute, he looked over at her and nodded. “Good job. Money has already been sent to you for your troubles and a shipment of some very useful equipment will go out to you today.” Hanging up the phone, he leaned in and kissed his wife’s lips. “Ding, dong, the dictator is dead.”

  Royal let out a sigh. “I’d nearly forgotten about that,” she said, swallowing hard. “I thought that they had Anya.”