Dazzling sunlight poured into the room, but despite the open window it was quiet. I slowly opened my eyes, looking at the golden hair fanned out on the pillow next to me. She was so peaceful in her sleep, delicate. She was wrapped tightly in my arms, her thin, small back to my chest.
She looked like an angel. Her milky skin was covered below her waist by a silk sheet, but the visible skin above was so smooth. I rubbed a hand against her enormous, swollen belly.
Petra made a low moaning noise, and ground her hips against me. I couldn't help but become aroused by the sensation. I kissed her shoulder, up to her neck, to her cheek. She wiggled again. I smiled.
I kissed back down to the crux of her neck and shoulder, before lightly biting and suckling on it. "Oh." She murmured, rubbing her bottom against me again. "Please? I want you."
I moved my hand on her belly down between her legs and spread them to give me access. I rubbed my hand up and down her thighs a few times, enjoying her reflexive breath in as my hand neared her core.
Finally I rested my hand on her feminine folds. She was so wet, so ready. Slowly I guided a finger into her. Her body tensed as she moaned.
"More. Please. Now!"
"Hush. I'm enjoying myself." I said, before withdrawing my finger from her. She whimpered in protest, but was quickly appeased by my thumb on her clitoris, slowly rubbing small circles.
"Yes." She groaned. I loved pregnant Petra. So responsive. "So close." She moaned, her body stiffening against mine.
"Not yet." I whispered in her ear. It's no fun if you come too fast." I slid my hand up to her breasts, taking a nipple between my fingers and gently rolling it.
My erection was almost painful between us. It throbbed for her. To me, she was as beautiful as ever, even better, because she was mine again. I had to have her, now.
Slowly I entered her from behind, her leg thrown over my hip. She was so hot, so wet, so ready.
"Ah!" She called out, pushing herself against me. "Yes, more!"
Finally I was buried completely inside of her, and began to move. The sensation was incredible, all consuming. I brought my hand back down to her clitoris, rubbing in small circles again.
Her hand reached back and grabbed my hair, pulling as she started to tremble. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on her skin.
"Good, Petra." I murmured in her ear. "Just let go."
Her orgasm ripped through her, and I could feel her inner muscles clench around me even tighter. There was no more amazing feeling than her. It felt like it went on forever.
Suddenly she pulled my hair again. "Don't stop." She moaned. "Harder!"
I complied with her wishes, driving into her harder and faster. I was rewarded a short moment later with her raging climax. She bucked wildly against me, her spasms and her moans uncontrolled, calling my name.
"Milos!"
For all that I loved my Natalia, I loved my Petra more.
The Night Before
It was half past eight at night, and I couldn't sleep. I was hungry for something, but it wasn't food. I paced around the room again. Then again. I felt caged, stifled, ready to lash out. I needed something.
I knocked on the door of the study, then opened it. Milos sat quietly, reading a book at the desk. He'd gotten back from Prague a week ago, and I still wasn't entirely used to his presence.
"Petra." He smiled. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Pleasure?
The pit in my stomach tightened. I stood there, mute. Staring at him.
"Petra?" He closed his book and stood. "Are you okay?"
Was I? I was pregnant by my own impetuous actions, my mother framed me for murder, and my formerly verbally and emotionally abusive ex boyfriend, now husband, saved me from jail with the creepy video recordings he kept of my suite.
Milos' eyebrows furrowed, and he crossed the room to me. He went to put his arm around my shoulders, but I shied away from his touch. I imagined him angry, I thought about how he used to scream and rage with his fury. He never touched me, but I thought about all the walls he punched, the fights he started, the years I spent living in terror that he would find me.
He put his hands down. "What can I do?" He asked quietly.
"I don't know. I'm in a strange mood. Excuse me." I replied in a clipped tone, turning to leave.
"Petra, wait." Milos caught my hand in his. It was warm and rough. My mouth went dry. "I want to help. How do I fix it?"
I shook my head. "I'm just overwhelmed. With my Mother, the babies, being alone, the hormones." I trailed off.
Milos let go of my hand. "Me?"
A dark, humorless laugh escaped me. "Five years on the run and now we're married. It's a bit of a change."
"How do I fix it?" Milos asked again. "Petra, I know I hurt you. I know I treated you like a possession instead of the incredible, strong woman you are. To me, you will always be the best thing in my life. Even if you never forgive me. Even if you never love me back, I want to make you happy, as happy as you make me. So let me help."
Love him back? I did, once.
"Natalia feels like so long ago." I said absently. "A thousand years and a million miles ago. A different person."
Milos paused for a moment. "You have changed, that's obvious to both of us. But I'm a different person, too. My actions drove you away, and I spent every day after that determined to change for the better. Even if I couldn't have you, I was determined to change. I've taken so many anger management classes, seen so many specialists. The Milos you knew is not the Milos I am now. The Milos I am now can help you."
I rubbed my arms, though I wasn't cold. "I was so happy with you. When you weren't angry. I wonder how happy we could be now, if you'd gotten help then."
Milos startled, as if struck by an idea. "Let's see." He said, smiling.
"What?"
"Let's pretend. Just for tonight. You're still my Natalia, my wife. I've just bought a stake in this hotel, and we're here on vacation."
I raised an eyebrow. "A hotel is a strange investment considering the rest of your portfolio."
"Natalia would be worried about my safety, doing what I do. So I'm going legitimate for her. Especially since she's pregnant with our children."
I rubbed my belly. It was an insane idea. Totally crazy. But my heart longed for just a little normalcy. For a husband who loved me, who I loved. For things to be easy. For our lives to be comfortable. Let's face it, I was desperate.
"Okay." I heard myself say. "Just one night."
"You won't regret it, Natalia." Milos said, lightly touching my elbow and giving me a lingering kiss on the cheek. "Now, how are you feeling? I'd like to take you to dinner."
My stomach churned. "Not dinner. Maybe dessert? Something light."
"Of course, my angel." He seemed to really be enjoying himself. "Go put on something almost as beautiful as you while I find us some place to eat."
Throughout the years, I'd forgotten how flowery Milos could be. For five years I lived in such fear of him, all I could remember was how horrible he was when he was angry. How angry he would be if he found me.
Remembering him when he was loving had hurt too much to think about. I had loved him completely, with my whole heart. I knew I had to leave, but it had been almost impossible. The pain of loss was devastating. I had to purge all the sweet memories from my mind.
I mechanically picked a dress and shoes, thinking about how I had to go back out there and tell him that I'd changed my mind. I couldn't do it. I couldn't pretend. I couldn't relive the good parts. I had to protect myself. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.
Milos' face lit up as I walked into the room. "You look beautiful. Even more beautiful than when we met."
My mouth twisted wryly. "I'm certainly more polished. My job has improved."
He frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, Petra. I'm not sure I can do this."
My eyes widened in shock. Something brewed within me, thick and bitter. Indignant rage. "What?" I nearly shouted. "After everything you put me through, you can't do this? I lived in fear of your explosions for two years and fear that you would find me for five more! Do you know what it was like, leaving you? It was unimaginably painful. I was desolate, I honestly believed I was incapable of feeling anything but empty for years after I left you. And you have the nerve, the gall to say that you are the one who can't handle this charade?"
Suddenly he was crossing the room, kissing me. His hands were in my hair. Mine were on his arms and pulling him closer, though I had no idea how they had gotten there. There were hot tears on my cheeks, but I wasn't sure whose they were. He kissed me until I was breathless, until I couldn't think about anything but his lips on mine.
"I'm so sorry, Petra. I'm so sorry I did this to you." He murmured. He looked so ashamed. "I love you so much."
"Damn you." I hissed. "Kiss me again." My head screamed no. My heart ached in preparation for the pain I'd go through if I let myself remember how much I could love him. But with every kiss I pulled him closer, until we were crushed together.
Tenderly he stroked my face, my hair, my back. I'd forgotten how gentle he was, at least with me. As we kissed, a long buried memory surfaced.
"Are you sure?"
The only light in the dark room was the moonlight, shining down on Milos, glinting off his hair, illuminating his naked chest. We were both breathing heavily.
"Of course I'm sure." I had replied, running my hands through his hair. "I'm yours. I love you."
Our first time together. He had been so sweet, so gentle then, too. The pressure low in my belly tightened, intensified. "Take me to bed." I said. Milos looked surprised. "Are you sure?" He questioned.
"Yes." I insisted curtly, before adding "Please."
He scooped me up into his arms like I didn't weigh an ounce, and carried me to his room. "You can always change your mind." He said seriously, while laying me on the bed.
"When have I ever done that?" I asked as he removed my shoes and lightly massaged my feet and ankles.
He looked up at me with that little smile of his. "It was just a few months ago you said no sex." He winked, rubbing his hands up my legs. "I've always loved your legs." He murmured. "Best part of Miami weather."
My heart squeezed uncomfortably, another warning not to do this. I started to unfasten the tie on my wrap dress. "Let's get on with it." I insisted rudely.
He shook his head and caught my hands in his. "I've waited five years for this day. I want us both to enjoy it."
He kissed my hands, then released them to cup my face. His lips were soft and warm on mine, gentle and assuring. Something tightened inside of me. His hands started to roam my body, caressing my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach.
I tentatively put my hands on his shoulders, feeling their breadth. They were as strong and firm as I remembered. My hands slid to his arms. They were firm, sinewy and lean, but strong. Then my hands moved to his torso, still hard and trim. Aside from the glint of grey in his hair, he seemed the same. But was he?
"Oh, Petra." He whispered, untying my dress and opening it. He buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply, before running his hands over my swollen body. "You are so beautiful."
"You don't have to lie. I have a mirror." I replied, pulling the dress off my arms.
"You are beautiful." Milos insisted fiercely, lightly touching my face and kissing me. "When we are done, you tell me who said you weren't, and I'll take care of it."
"Still looking for a good fight? So much for change." It came out significantly more hostile than I'd intended.
"No." He said, looking me in the eyes. "The only place I hit anything is the boxing studio. Or the ju jitsu studio. I'm a successful businessman now. I have henchmen for that."
He shrugged, and for just a moment a laugh nearly escaped me. I had forgotten about his wit, about his humor. "Kiss me again." I said, reaching for him. My hands began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the lightly muscled chest beneath. Soon my hands met the closure on his dress pants. I unfastened it and unzipped them, pushing them down to his knees. Now wearing only his boxers, I could see his hardness, and I lightly stroked it.
Milos inhaled quickly, before breaking the kiss to pull off his shirt and kick off his pants and shoes. I tugged my bra over my head, throwing it in the pile with my dress.
He kneeled over me as I shivered in anticipation. Hooking his thumbs into my panties, he slowly dragged them down my legs and tossed them carelessly across the room. He put his hands back on my legs, teasing up and down my inner thighs. His rough fingertips made me skip a breath and spread my legs wider.
Milos bent down and gently kissed me on the lips, then kissed down my neck to my breasts. He laved one of my nipples with his tongue while his hand moved from my thigh to the core of my womanhood. I arched my hips in a desperate plea for more.
"Do you still want this?" He asked, briefly pausing his ministrations.
"Yes." I breathed. He smiled, his finger delving between my folds and entering me. A second joined it, lightly rubbing. "Yes." I heard myself moan. The pressure within me was mounting faster than it ever had before. Suddenly he stopped.
"Not so fast." He teased, withdrawing his fingers and kissing down my belly. I felt empty, bereft. Then his hot mouth was on me, his tongue lightly flicking my clitoris.
"Milos!" I grabbed his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. His tongue danced a circle around it, before flicking it again and again. My back arched, my hands pulled him closer. Flames raced through my body, and everything in me tightened. Each lick brought me closer to the stars, each breath I took was more ragged than the last. I was so close. I was right there.
Then he stopped, pulling away from me. I felt bereft. "But I need you." I said quietly, a frustrated whisper.
I watched as he removed his boxers and leaned over me. "Petra, my Love. Are you still sure?"
I touched his hand. "Of course I'm sure." I responded, surprised by the tenderness in my voice. I stroked his face. He touched his lips to mine,
lightly at first, then deeply, passionately.
He wrapped his arms around me and carefully lifted me onto his lap. I felt his erection pressing against me, and slowly slid myself down onto it. It was most exquisite pleasure I had ever felt, white hot and all consuming.
"Oh, Petra." Milos ground out, as I took all of him inside me. Slowly I started to move, and the pleasure intensified. One of my hands buried in his hair, the other clawed at his back. I couldn't control the moans escaping from me.
One of his hands was around my waist, helping me ride him. The other rubbed slow circles against my sweet spot. I crushed my mouth against his as the waves of pleasure began to overwhelm me.
"I want to hear you." Milos said, pulling his mouth from mine. I couldn't hold back any more.
"Oh, Milos." I moaned, as my orgasm began to wrack my body. "Milos, yes." I couldn't seem to hold back. My climax was incredible, mind numbing, indescribable. "Oh, I've missed this." I rode him harder, faster, as my seemingly endless orgasm shook me. "I've missed you." I moaned.
I felt Milos explode inside me, as he wrapped me tightly in his arms. "I missed you." I said softly, as my climax began to subside.
As his breath started to even out, Milos laid us both down, our still entwined. My eyes met his. "We can talk about it tomorrow." He said gently, seeing my expression. "For now, let's sleep. Until tomorrow, my beautiful wife."
My heart prickled, like the beginnings of pins and needles when a long sleeping body part begins to wake up. My brain tried to wrap around what I'd said during sex, but I couldn't. I was finally tired.
I curled closer to his warm embrace, and almost immediately I was asleep.
