“Is this table sturdy enough?” Lana fretted as I set her
naked ass onto the dining room table.
I’m fairly sure she was less worried about the durability of the table
than she was by the fact that I was getting my way with her. Part of me told me not to push it with her,
but I am so used to getting my way that I couldn’t help myself.
“It’s Oak, Lana…” I chuckled before threading my fingers
through her thick mane and pulling her head back so that I could kiss her
beautiful neck. I was situated between
her American thighs, allowing her to easily wrap them around my waist and pull
me into her. No, she was not stick thin,
but as I had suspected, she was beautifully toned. Her body reminded me of my own; it was never designed
to be stick thin.
She moaned when I tugged harder on her hair and worked my
way down to one of her breasts. Her
movements and noises, told me she hadn’t been touched in a while. It was as if I was getting a virgin, but one
who knew what to do. She was submissive
and was all for letting me do all the work, which was the way I wanted it. I slid my hand down between her legs and ran
my index finger up her silky, wet folds.
“Have you been this wet since you got here?” I chuckled into her neck,
making her shiver.
“It doesn’t make it easy to keep even-keeled with you
walking around me like that all morning,” she growled.
I smiled and kissed her hard before hitting my knees to bury
my face between her thighs, drinking the sweetness from her. She tasted as good as the breakfast we had
made earlier. I pulled back and growled, “Tvoya pizda vkus maliny…” She had no clue I just said that her
pussy tasted like raspberries, but like every other American woman I had been
with, she seemed to be turned on even more when I spoke to her in my native
tongue. The sounds of her moans and mews
echoed off my dining room walls. This
was all a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. Lana put up a good fight, but I was finally
getting my way. Maybe it’s the fight that kept me going after her. But like the rest of them, she has given in.
After she came the second time, her hands slipped down
between my face and her mound and she was pleading for me to stop. “Alex, I can’t handle any more of that right
now,” she panted.
“Am I too good?” I asked, prompting her to tell me what I
already knew.
“You’re fucking amazing…” she breathed.
I grinned to myself and handed her the foil wrapped
condom. Usually, I am more about
foreplay, but this whole weekend had been foreplay and I wanted to be inside of
her.
His kisses in the kitchen put me in autopilot. I barely realized he was stripping me out of
my clothing. Even though my voice of
reason was screaming to say that this was not what I should be doing right now
with him, the warmth building in my stomach was reminding me it had been a long
time since I had felt like this.
Something in Alex’s voice when he asked me to trust him,
told me that I could. The look in his
eyes was filled with a seriousness that I had only seen two times before. Once was at dinner the other night and the next
time was when he told me I looked beautiful last night as he picked me up at my
house. I was beginning to see that
Brooks might have actually been onto something when we had talked last night at
the club.
Alex had gone over to talk with Abe and a couple other
friends before we left the club. I was
sipping on my drink when Brooks came over and playfully bumped into me.
“Everything okay?” he asked sincerely.
I looked over and him and smiled thankfully. “Yea, thank you. It’s just…ugh…a lot to absorb I guess,” I
admitted shamelessly. There was
something about Brooks’ personality that made me think he would have been just
as happy having a mediocre paying job in a blue collar town. He was the exact opposite of Alex and
reminded me so much of myself; making it easy to be honest despite barely
knowing him.
He nodded and chuckled.
“I can imagine…it takes some time to get used to it.”
“Do you actually get used to it?” I asked curiously.
He looked back out over the crowd, blew out some air and
looked back over at me. “It’s easy to
get caught up in, but for me, no, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the
attention or the super-star treatment.
Now Alex, he thrives in it. I
swear the man never sleeps. I’m fairly
sure he was born to be a rock-star, but considering the man can’t carry a tune
to save his life, this was the next best thing.”
I laughed out loud at this.
“So I guess you’re saying that this is probably a lost cause?”
Brooks laughed too, but shook his head. “No Lana.
I wouldn’t say that. You two are
opposites, but I’m fairly sure the saying has always gone, ‘Opposites attract,’
right?” I nodded and he continued. “Alex is a man of mysteries and a child at
heart. He needs a strong woman who will
understand his craziness, yet be there for him when he needs to get away from
it all. He’ll be faithful and there for
the woman he falls in love with. Know this;
he’s one of the most loyal men I know.
Take it for what it’s worth,” he spoke truthfully before taking a long
sip of his beer and leaving me to my thoughts.
Now I found myself naked, sprawled out on Alex’s dinning
room table, digging my fingers into Alex’s back while he slowly entered
me. I must have been making a face
because Alex stopped about halfway.
“Tebe bolno?” he asked in a hoarse voice, his facial
expression telling me that he was enjoying the feeling of being inside me. My confused look must have reminded him that
I had no clue what he saying because soon he repeated himself, but in
English. “Lana, am I hurting you?”
I slowly shook my head back and forth and willed myself to
breath. I just needed a moment for my
body to stretch to accept his large thickness.
“Just go slow,” I answered. “It’s
been a while,” I admitted, hoping I didn’t sound overly pathetic.
“You feel incredible,” he growled into my ear, causing me to
gasp as he also pushed completely into me.
He stayed bottomed out in me for a moment until I started to breathe
again and then set a slow pace of languid strokes to my core. He laid kisses all over my face and
neck. On occasion he’d bite my shoulder
when I would lift my hips to meet his thrust, allowing him to hit my g-spot and
causing me to cry out his name.
I was just reaching the peak when he suddenly pulled out and
rolled me onto my side. He positioned
himself behind me, so that we were spooning and then he pulled my free leg up
so that I was semi-straddling him, giving him free reign to enter me from
behind. I had never been one for
outlandish positions, mainly because I had never been one to be very daring
when it came to sex. Not being overly
confident in myself most of the time, led to a very vanilla sex life. Hell, I was already out of my comfort zone by
having sex in the middle of the day on the dinning room table.
Alex on the other hand was not allowing my confidence level
to hinder this first time between us. As
soon as he entered me again, I was all for the experimentation. I thought he was going to spear straight
through me, but the pain was more than pleasurable. With one arm draped across my waist, he
easily fingered my clit. The other arm was under me, supporting my head. I blacked out when he began whispering what I
could only assume to be dirty Russian words.
Finally after letting the physical pleasure fully take me
over, I came, hard and he was right with me.
I was still shaking while Alex, held me against him and cooed Russian
and English words. “Milaya…Little Lana…so beautiful…” he breathed, lightly running his
hands up and down the full length of my body.
It was as if he knew every way to make me turn into a wonderful
wreck. Whether I wanted to be in this
position or not, Alex Ovechkin was quickly making me his biggest fan.
Keeping with my not-so-typical day off, Lana and I ended up
in my bed, wrapped up in blankets, watching a movie. Later on in the evening we ordered a pizza
and watched a hockey game. Anyone who
knew me would have thought I was ill or something. Given any chance, I was normally out and
about with my guys messing with the car or just getting ourselves in
trouble. It had turned into an overcast
Sunday, so doing this didn’t seem so out of place.
“So does it hurt when you get slammed into the wall?” she
cringed when she watched one of the guys get thrown into the boards. We were actually watching a KHL game out of Russia
I chuckled and nodded.
“Sure. And we don’t call it the
wall, it is the boards.”
“Boards?” she furrowed her brow.
“Dah.”
“Oh. Well, either way
it looks really painful sometimes,” she continued thoughtfully. “If that would be me getting hit, I would not
be getting back up.”
“Sometime it hard to get back up,” I admitted. “In fact I have a bruise on my arm from a hit
during the last night’s game,” I pointed out.
She gingerly touched it and then kissed it softly without saying a
word. Her innocence of the game turned
me on. There were very few women I had
slept with that didn’t at least understand that hockey was a rough sport. Lana was definitely clueless to it, which
made it all the more of a tender gesture.
When she went to lean back, I captured her chin with my hand and tilted
it upwards to kiss her lips. She moaned
and before I knew it, I was placing the pizza box on the floor beside the bed
before trapping her underneath me once again.
After a whole day of making love and lazing around, I found
myself feeling more tired than I did after spending it at the busy bakery.
“Why you not just stay here tonight?” Alex pouted playfully
while holding me against him. I was
fully clothed while he was just in his underwear once again. We were standing in the foyer and I cringed
when I heard the clock chime 11. My
4:30am alarm was going to be waking me up all too soon.
“Because I have a distinct feeling you won’t let me sleep…”
I laughed easily.
“Sleep is over-rated,” Alex fluffed off before using his
tried and true tactic of kissing me.
After moment, I pushed back from him and made some space
between us. “Thanks for breakfast,
Alex,” I giggled. “Oh, and for dinner…”
“What about the desserts?” Alex laughed.
I bit my lip and blushed.
He knew exactly what I thought of them…
“Good night Alex.”
“Good night, Little Lana.
I call you.”
I nodded, spun around and practically ran out the door
before I could change my mind and spend the night.
When I got home, it was no surprise to find Faith and Becky
pretending to watch a movie. I walked
into the living room to find them both sitting like zombies, staring at the TV
in an attempt to not burst out in questions.
I played along by taking a seat on the recliner and nuzzling
myself into it. Maybe a minute of
silence passed before Faith threw up her arms and squeaked. “Oh come on Lana! You can’t tell me you think you are going to
get away with spilling the details of your day with Alex!!”
I laughed loudly at my roomies. “A lady does not speak of such things,” I
spoke in a proper English accent.
Both girls scowled before standing up to march towards
me. I began speaking when their fire
blazing eyes got within a foot of me.
“We made the most delicious breakfast together! I’ll have to make it for you guys, soon!” I
exclaimed.
“And what else did you make?” Becky inquired with a raised
eyebrow.
“Um…”
“You did it with him, didn’t you?!” they both squawked in
unison.
All I could do was bite my lip.
“Was it good?” Becky dropped to the floor, sitting Indian
style like it was story time.
I could feel myself blushing, but all I could do was keep
biting my lip and nod my head.
Faith now dropped down along side with Becky and they both
looked at me dreamily. At that point, I
lost it and laughed at both of them as I threw a pillow at them. “I’m not telling you those details.”
“So much for not falling for him…” Faith smiled.
I sighed and dropped my head backwards into the chair. “Do you think it was wrong?”
“Did it feel wrong?” Faith asked.
I paused a moment and shook my head. “No,” I said sounding more sure than I felt.
“Well, then that’s all that matters,” Faith smiled
reassuringly as she got up on her knees and hugged me.
That night I laid in bed, wide awake still hearing his voice
in my head and feeling his fingers on my skin.
