"Oh fuck," she moans, hand clenching my hair, the other hands nails digging into my back, leaving marks that will bruise. I don't mind though, because it comes with the territory, and something I've always enjoyed.

The first night Roza and I made love, I was slightly shocked by the sharp pain that occurred on my back, but, within moments, I fell in love with the sensation. I fell in love with everything about Roza within minutes. When I first saw her in the gym, I fell in love with her body, shapely and curved. When she first turned to look at me, having caught my looks, I fell in love with the details of her face. Her voice caused me to feel alive, and her laugh sent chills through my body. I loved how quickly she asked me out, almost knowing that I wouldn't right away, and not wanting to waste time. The simple black dress she wore on our first date was stunning, and she has it to this day. Never had I slept with someone on the first date, but, I knew this wasn't a normal first date. I knew that this woman, this beautiful and spunky woman, was the only one for me. When I first felt her flesh against mine, when I first plunged into her, I knew that I would forever be hers.

Every moment we've spent together has been the best of my life. With every day, and every year that passes, I know that I made the right decision picking her as a partner. I know that there was no one person I would be more thankful for in my life. Roza, my perfect Roza, is a goddess in my mind. When we got married, only two years after we met in that gym, I cried. And I'm not one to show my emotions openly. I cried because I would be devoting myself to the woman of my dreams, because this was the beginning of our long life together. Much like the little black dress, she still owns the wedding dress she wore. The wedding dress that clung to her torso and hips, but then flared out into a trumpet style gown. It was a a champagne color, and beaded with pearls that matched the ones around her neck and placed throughout her long, chocolate brown hair. Our honeymoon was spent in my homeland, Russia, and I didn't get to see nearly as much as I would have liked, I didn't get to show her as much as I would have liked. But, we enjoyed our time nonetheless, making love all night, and simply enjoying the company of one another. Another year passed, and we bought our home, spent hours painting and buying and building furniture. More than once we ended up covered in paint, having thrown it at one another during little playful fights. From then on, we just lived our lives near blissfully as man and wife. And it wasn't until tonight that something changed.

"Oh please, Dimitri, please..." she pants out, matching each and every one of my thrusts. My left hand grasps her hair as my lips passionately caress her own. The right makes my way over her breasts, pausing there to massage her breasts. Small moans exit her agape mouth as my fingers barely brush against her torso. "Dimitri!" She gasps, feeling my thumb slowly run over her clit. Hearing her pleasure makes me want to do everything that I can to make her feel even better. Pushing her legs up onto my shoulders, I pound into her relentlessly, making sure that we'll be in this together.

"Fuck!" I shout, feeling myself throb inside of her, her body tightening around my member. For a long moment, the two of us keep our arms around one another, pressed as tightly as we possibly can be. We share one final, long kiss before I lift myself off of her and realize what happened. "Roza, I have something to tell you, and I don't want you to get nervous."

Of course, my words help none and she quickly perches herself up on her elbows. "What do you mean?"

I rest myself against her body once again, knowing that for a while, what happens next won't matter, it's to late to go back. I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead softly. "I forgot to put on a condom."