I don’t pretend to have an eye for art, but to my perspective, she seems to be getting better every day.
Having lived so minimalistically for so long, the jolt of color in the room is something I’m still getting used to, but the more time I spend around it, the more I think I appreciate it. There’s something to be admired in surrounding yourself in the work of your own hands — or those of someone close to you, in my case.
I step closer to the bed, stripping my shirt and shoes off before putting a knee beside her and looming over her with a hungry smile. She flutters her eyes back up to me, biting her lip as she twirls a lock of her hair around a finger. There’s something in her eyes I can’t quite read, but my lust is getting the better of me as she toys with her bra strap, the gentle, subtle motions of her body on the bed just begging me to rip her clothes off her.
So my hands go to her dress, nearly tearing the fabric as I rip it off her, exposing her lithe and limber body, her breathing getting faster as she turns her neck up to me. I dive in for her as if on instinct, sucking at the sensitive flesh with abandon.
“Please, solnyshko moyo,” I hear her whisper, “please, I want to feel you all over me!”
I pause, moving my face up to hers as a grin spreads across my face unbidden. I take her chin in my thumb and forefinger and raise an eyebrow at her as her hands run up and down my hardened abs.
“Solnyshko moyo? I never thought myself very much like ‘sunshine,’ but I’ll take it. Where did you learn that one?”
Cassie turns her head into her shoulder bashfully. “Well, I asked Sonya to teach me a little Russian in our downtime, and that one was, well, I don’t know, I like the way it sounds.”
My grin widens, and I lean forward to kiss her, the warmth of our lips pressing together making my heart beat faster, and my strong hands grip her sides lovingly as I press the bulge of my manhood up against her before rolling onto the bed beside her.
“The two of you seem to be getting along rather well, no?”
“She’s nice,” Cassie answers, her eyes sparkling as she smiles at me, her face framed by the cascade of her blonde hair. “We’ve gone out into town a few times together, and we text some. I don’t think she’s very used to having people to hang out with, but I don’t either, besides you, and I think that kind of makes it easier for the two of us to feel comfortable around each other, you know?”
“It’s good to have someone to relate to,” I agree.
“It’s funny,” Cassie adds with a smile, “she’s almost a whole year younger than me, but the way she acts, she comes off almost like an older sister. I like her.”
“I’m glad,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and bringing her in close, pressing my lips to her forehead. “There doesn’t seem to be anything you can’t adapt to, printsessa.”
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs, and as she does, something seems a little ‘off’ about the look in her eyes. I pause and tilt my head, peering at her searchingly.
“What’s the matter? Something seems to be on your mind.”
Cassie opens her mouth and closes it again almost immediately, her face getting some color to it, and within a few seconds, she’s blushing furiously as she struggles to find her words.
“I don’t think anything’s wrong, it’s just…”
I sit up in the bed, looking a little concerned now. “Are you wanting for anything? Don’t be afraid to speak your mind, Cassie, you know that by now.”
“It isn’t that,” she says, twirling some bedsheet around her finger. “It’s just... I’m...I’m a few weeks late, Andrei.”
I feel my heart skip a beat, and my eyes widen as I look into hers. “Cassie…”
“I didn’t think much of it at first,” she goes on, biting her lip. I can tell that every word is riddled with fear, and I reach out to take her hand, reassuringly. “But the other day when I was out with Sonya, I...I asked to stop by a corner store and pick up a test. You know, just to be safe.”
I’m hanging on to every word now, leaning in and holding Cassie’s hand close to me. There’s a long, terribly long pause as she stares down before she lifts her eyes to meet mine, a small, hopeful smile appearing on her lips.
“Andrei, I’m pregnant.”
The feeling welling up in my chest is completely and utterly new and overwhelming.
Joy.
Without another moment, I wrap my hands around Cassie’s back and lift her up into a deep kiss, and then another, and another, peppering her face and neck with kisses until she giggles and squirms under me.
I can feel her relief like a lead weight off her shoulder, and she throws her arms around my neck to return my kisses as we roll on the bed together.
“Cassie, that’s — that’s wonderful!”
“Oh god, Andrei,” she breathes as she buries her face into my chest, and her eyelashes tickle my pecs, “I’ve never been so happy!”
I lick my lips as I stare at her, something stirring in me I was unfamiliar with before today — a new passion that seems to make Cassie glow like more radiant an angel than the first day I saw her. “Cassie, I don’t know what to do with how I feel,” I nearly lose my grasp of English as I find myself laughing, giddy, “but there’s nobody else in the world I’d rather share this indescribable feeling with. This is amazing, Cassie.”
Her beautiful mouth spreads into a grin, and the new passion within me drives me down onto her, gently, pressing my lips to hers and delving my tongue into her mouth, reveling in her while our bodies grind together on the bed.
“I’ve never been prepared to handle this kind of thing,” Cassie whispers, “I mean, I’ve always known it would happen, but I never learned…”
“There will be time for that,” I answer, wrapping her in my arms and squeezing her tight, “for now, we should just be happy. Something that’s yours is growing inside you. Something that’s ours. Something we made as one.”
A short, hot breath escapes Cassie as I press my manhood against her, and my hands around her back unhook her bra, tossing it aside and letting her breasts spill out.
I bring my hands up her back and massage the tense, exhausted muscles bound up behind her, and she rolls her neck around as I manipulate her as if she were a ragdoll. My hands work her muscles deftly, wanting her relaxed and open for when I take her.
“You,” she breathes as she turns her neck up to me, exposing herself as my victim, my prey, “you put this in me. You gave me part of you. We made all this,” she says as she strokes my sides, rippling with abs, and her doe eyes stare up into mine with utterly helpless desire. “I’m all yours.”
“I know.”
My mouth goes to her exposed, stiff nipple as my fingers go to her cunt, slipping under the elastic of her underwear and finding that slick slit as if it were made for my hand. As my tongue lashes out to stroke the surface of the areola, torturing the needful, swollen tip, my fingers stroke at the swollen nub between her legs, wasting no time with idle play.
Cassie is mine, and I’m going to make her feel so.
“Aaah!” Cassie yelps as my fingers move aggressively down into her needy pussy, and my fingers start moving further and harder into her, stroking the inner walls of her pussy while my thumb rubs at her clit. I can feel her body squirming under me as I take her in three different spots. She doesn’t know how to react to such an overwhelming sensation.
My teeth graze her nipples as I suck at her tits, and she starts to turn her body as if to recoil, but then I give a long, hard stroke of my fingers along the upper walls of her womanhood, and her stomach clenches and her hands grasp at the sheets. But then her clit also feels my onslaught, and with my fingers controlling her from her depths, it has even less means of escape. She’s totally and utterly mine.
“Oh, Andrei,” she whimpers. “Oh! Ohhh!”
The rhythm of my fingers is unrelenting, and it isn’t long before I feel her orgasm cresting. “Andrei, Andrei it’s so much, I can’t…” she manages, her eyes unfocused as the s
ensation overwhelms her. Then I feel her stomach start to clench as she nears the point of no return.
Just when I see her eyes shut tight, and I can feel her start to climax, I withdraw my fingers and raise my head, kissing her deeply as I feel her whole body shake under me in protest, trembling at being denied what it was so close to, so desperate to have.
“You carry our child, printsessa,” I say to her as I break our kiss, “you will experience my body in its entirety.”
As I finish the sentence, I’m already helping her nearly-limp body out of her underwear, and my own soon follows, freeing my cock and letting its girth present itself before Cassie.
She’s nearly panting, desperate with desire for my body, for a taste of all of me, and almost immediately, she crawls on her knees towards me, her hands going to my cock to bring her hungry lips to my crown.
“No, darling, not tonight,” I say as I hold her, running a hand through her golden hair as her watery eyes look up at me. “Tonight, you get only the best of me — only more of what I’ve already given you.”
I guide her up as I sit back, my shaft standing straight up and erect like a terrible spear, and I guide Cassie up as she readies her womanhood to be impaled by it.
“Do you want to give yourself to me?” I ask her as she bites her lip, cautiously but eagerly bringing her pussy to my bulging crown. It stiffens even more as the two organs make contact, and the shudder that escapes Cassie’s lips gives me my answer.
“Yes, Andrei, please,” I hear her pronounce carefully in breathy, needy Russian, “I want to give my all.”
A grin spreads across my face, and I reach up to her hips, giving them a gentle tug to start to lower her body onto my spear. “Then come to me, printsessa.”
Her eyes widen in anticipation and fear as I start to pull her further onto my shaft, and I see her eyes watching it, knowing that I’m going to stuff all of it up into her. Her narrow hips look almost unable to hold it all, even as one of her delicate fingers toys with her clit as I hold her up there atop my scepter.
I give her another tug, and she bites her lip, uncertain. “Are you sure it will…?”
“I’ll be right here with you, Cassie,” I whisper back, and with a cautious nod, she lets herself relax, and I pull her all the way down my shaft.
Immediately, her sharp cry pierces the room as she falls upon my hardened cock down to the hilt, warming her insides as my rod swells and throbs within her.
I start bucking up, rocking her around me as if she were as light as paper as my cock throbs, and she struggles to keep her hands somewhere solid as she moves around. The thought of Cassie bearing my child, holding within her something that a person as angelic as her has created with me, it fills me with a passion I never knew, and my cock feels harder and larger than ever before.
I’m merciless, bucking up and rocking Cassie around with the same relentless rhythm I was fingering her with a few minutes ago.
“Oh, ohhh,” Cassie moans as I feel her tightening under me, but I will not be so cruel as to keep her waiting any longer — I thrust up into her, my cock swelling and rubbing every inch of her insides, and she cries out “Andrei!” as her honey floods around me, but I don’t even think about ceasing. My hardened abs lift my manhood up and into her over and over again, like a machine in its rhythm and energy.
The very air around us feels charged as her warmth fuels my cock, the same energy that created the child we’ll soon share.
“Cassie,” I breathe out in a husk, “I’ve never felt anything like you before. Fuck, for a pristine angel,” I say as I lift and hold her up on my cock as her head rolls around, hardly aware in the haze of ecstasy, “you’re ruining me.”
I’m practically using her like a cocksleeve at this point, watching her orgasms roll in as her eyes clench or a whimper escapes her, and my dick is absolutely soaking in her juices. But even as she douses me, the fire inside me only grows fiercer, and my shaft goes harder than ever before as I feel my climax roaring forward.
I’ve already been holding her up, but I pull her deeper onto me now, and her body clenches even tighter as I pump more and more fiercely as my rhythm starts to slip away and fall apart.
Finally, my jaw hangs open and my voice roars out as my fire bursts into her, shooting up into her womanhood harder and in greater volume than ever before in all my time with Cassie, and the bliss on her face is indescribable.
The jets of my come coat her insides, her pussy tight around me, and even as I fill her up completely and utterly, emptying myself into her, I realize I’ve never been closer to another human being than now. I feel a warmth in my heart, burning hotter with each throb of my manhood as she tightens around me, and slowly, I let her sink down on top of me while I’m still inside her, our arms wrapping around each other’s bodies as we help each other descend from our orgasms.
Finally, the draining of my cock comes to an end, and we’re left with our foreheads pressed against each other, one of my fingers playing with her hair as she strokes my glistening chest, both our breaths coming out long and easy.
I feel her gazing at me, and I lean in to kiss her gently on the lips, running my free hand up and down her. Her body is nearly trembling it’s so overexerted, but pressed up next to me, she feels so secure that she could fall asleep.
“I had no idea what to expect from you when we met, Andrei,” she whispers, “but now, I’m looking at one of the happiest moments of my life.”
It’s a few moments before I reply.
“I never thought I’d be able to say the same...yet here I am.” I turn to her and smile, and the one she gives me back melts my heart all over again.
“I can’t wait to see this child come into this world, Cassie,” I whisper. “I’ll give it everything I can in this harsh world.”
“It’s a boy,” Cassie whispers back, and I blink, peering at her.
“How do you know?”
“Just do,” she says with a tilt of her head.
I watch her for a moment, then chuckle and feel giddy, my mind swimming with thoughts. “I suppose we’ll have to decide on a name — and whether it will be an American or Russian one.”
“I’m open to ideas,” she says with a grin, then closes her eyes and cuddles into me.
My chest moves up and down slowly, and I’m about to drift into a light doze when her voice reaches my ears again and snaps me back to attention.
“I can’t wait to tell my parents.”
18
Cassie
I stare down at the cell phone in my lap, the fancy new iPhone I’ve hardly used since Andrei bought it for me a month ago. I’ve never had my own phone before, and I generally only used it to look things up and play games. But now, holding it in my trembling hand, there is a truly serious call I needed to make.
It’s time to contact my parents.
Ever since the wedding, I’ve had to push them out of my mind just to get through. Being with Andrei nearly every waking hour has certainly helped assuage my homesickness, as well as distract me from my conflicted emotions regarding my mother and father and what they did to me. At first, they were constantly on my mind, their stern voices scolding me and shaming me for everything I did. But over time, their influence over me has waned, and I’ve started to finally feel more independent — like my decisions are finally mine to make. I’ve had to grow up fast, after eighteen years of living in a conservative vacuum with my insular community.
And now I’m making a huge leap into full adulthood, taking on the ultimate responsibility: motherhood. Butterflies flit around in my gut just thinking about it. Curled up on the couch in the living room, I look up out of the huge window to watch the sun starting its slow descent toward the peach-pink horizon. I smile nervously to myself and rub my hand over my stomach, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that there is a tiny flicker of life growing inside.
I’ve got to call them. I need to. I’m having their first grandchild! Surely they will be ecstatic to hear this n
ews. I can’t imagine them reacting negatively to something so pure and beautiful as a new baby. After all, as a woman of God, it is one of my primary duties in life to have kids. Surely they’ll appreciate that.
Even if they disapprove of everything else. But… I don’t have to give them all the details, do I? They don’t need to know what all I’ve been up to since they married me off to a big, strong, mysterious stranger. But they do need to know that I’m having a baby with him!
My heart hammers in my chest and I bite my lip anxiously as I slide the phone screen open and click on the call icon. I dial my parents’ phone number, the only number I’ve ever memorized besides 911, then hesitate before pressing “CALL.” My thumb hovers over the button for a full ten seconds while I start to reconsider. What if they ask too many questions? What if they are disappointed in me?
No, I tell myself firmly. They love me. And they will love this baby, too.
With that warm thought, I smile to myself and confidently press the call button, lifting the phone to my ear. I listen to the ticking sound of my phone trying to connect, my heartbeat at a galloping pace by now. I wonder who will pick up the phone? It’s a home line, and part of me hopes that Isaiah beats them to the phone so I can finally hear his voice again. My soul aches for such a sweet, familiar voice.
After a couple seconds, I scowl at the phone, wondering when it’s going to start ringing. Perhaps I just don’t get very good service in this particular spot, I think to myself. So I get up and walk into the bedroom, pacing while the line still attempts to connect.
Finally, there is a pause… and then a loud BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
A female voice says, “We’re sorry. Your phone call could not be completed as dialed. This number has been disconnected. Please check to make sure you have dialed the correct number and try again.” Then there’s a final beep and the line goes quiet, the call ended.
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