Chapter Two
LEMONS WILL BE MARKED...
Dimitri woke me up by placing kisses down my throat and his big hand rubbing my huge baby bump. My eyes fluttered open as I took in my setting. I was in bed sprawled out on my back, my belly a huge mound under the blanket. The shades and blinds were drawn, so it must be early morning.
A bit of sun peeked in through the sides of the shades, shining on the clean and recently installed mahogany hardwood floors. The gleam was almost blinding like the suns reflection off the water, but I could hardly drag my eyes away until Dimitri's hot breath on my neck drew my attention again.
I grumbled something incoherent, even to me I couldn't understand it and rolled to my side. Dimitri chuckled at my antics and kissed me on my bare shoulder. "Want some breakfast, Love?" he asked softly his lips grazing my skin as he spoke. I smiled and nodded my head tiredly.
Dimitri leaned down and kissed the side of my belly lovingly whispering a good morning to our baby boy and then got out of bed carefully, not making any movement to the mattress that would cause to rouse me any more than I was already.
He stumbled as he threw on his loose fitting jeans and grabbed a t-shirt, I guessed he was a little sore from last night. At that thought I snickered. Dimitri noticed this, he came back to me leaned down kissed my forehead and smacked my ass playfully, though lightly, before chuckling as he walked out of the room, a gallant smile on his face, sliding his shirt over his head. I slid back into a delightful sleep, reminiscing what had happened the night before.
Thinking about that perfect body of his entwined with mine made me want to do it again. And... again. My mind was stuck on it now, and I couldn't rid the thought. I tried shaking my head, trying hard to ignore the hormonal urges leaking into my mind and body. I looked at the door, and distantly smelled the scent of eggs and sausage. It smelled wonderful.
"Dimitri..." I called weakly. For sure he didn't hear that. It was just a mere whisper, but I wished that he would come running to me and have his naughty way with my body. I stopped myself before I began to drool, and slid out of bed.
I went to get some clothes, and decided on one of Dimitri's T-shirts, but no underwear. Dimitri would absolutely love that. I slid the article of clothing off and threw my panties into the hamper as I trotted to the door. I took in a deep breath as I went down the hall and then over to the stairs. I took one step after the other, finally landing myself in the front hall.
I walked down that hall, took a right and then found myself in the kitchen. Dimitri hadn't noticed my presence yet, so I sneakily skipped over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist quickly. For an odd reason, Dimitri tensed up. After a millisecond, he then recognized the feeling of my hands. A smile washed over his features as I felt his muscles relax under my touch.
"Roza..." he whispered my name like a poem.
Though my big stomach caused there to be a big space between us, I ducked my head under his arm and cuddled up to his side I leaned up on my tippy toes and kissed his neck lovingly. My hand around his waist slipped under his shirt and started rubbing his smooth, hard six pack.
"Roza..." this time he moaned my name. I knew I was getting to him, so I decided to lower my hand. The hand that was a second ago tracing his beautiful, delicious feeling muscles were now sliding past his waist band and into his briefs. My hand went lower and wrapped around his base. My finger tips slowly lingered on the skin of his quickly becoming hard on. "Mmm..." he moaned, absolutely relishing the feeling.
"I want you," I whispered to him. A smile graced Dimitri's beautiful lips. Dimitri stopped at once what he was doing and turned as quick as a bullet to face me.
"No problem," he groaned as he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. At first it was a little demanding. After a few seconds, however, it became so much more gentle, and chaste.
I broke away and grasped his hand. "Come with me," I said and winked. I brought him into the large living room. All the windows were open, and the gorgeous blue sky kissed the sea in the distance.
Lemon Warning!
I crawled on to the comfy couch on my hands and knees gripping the back of the couch with my hands and pressing my bottom out towards him. I stayed down by the edge of the couch so he could get in a comfortable position behind me. I heard the zipping noise of his jeans, and that only made me that much more excited about what he was about to do to me. It was like music to my ears. With both hands Dimitri grabbed the hem of his extra-large shirt and pushed it up over my bottom his hands grazing over my soft skin on my bare ass. He made a sound of satisfaction as he took a good look. His hands stroked my ass and he moaned.
"That's my girl," he whispered, cupping my bare ass.
I giggled, sliding my knees apart so my entrance was right at his now throbbing and rock-hard manhood. He smirked and grabbed me roughly by the hips. Slowly and sensually, Dimitri pulled me back as his hard dick slid against my wet lips. My core was dripping in anticipation. Inch by inch, he tenderly he slid into my warm, tight center, gently allowing me to get comfortable.
"Oh Roza," he said, his eyes rolling back into his head. "So tight," he groans some more. He asks softly if I was okay after that, I answered with a moan.
I started rocking on my hands and knees, using the back of the couch as leverage. With me in control of the movement; I could go as hard and fast as I wanted. He gently moved at my pace letting me control the tempo. He leaned forward placing one hand on the couch and the other wrapped around me, caressing my swollen belly. His hand meandered, caressing me from my breasts to my core, stroking my clit as I rocked back and forth.
His hand moved around my hip sliding across my back. He rubbed my back sensually working his way to my hair. He slowly brushed my hair to one side over my shoulder. Our bodies continued to move in rhythm. He leaned closer to my face. He kissed my shoulder as we rocked against each other. He started to pick up the pace as he thrust into me from behind.
Dimitri's hand stroked my cheek, tilting my face so that I was looking at him in the eye. A little bead of sweat had formed on his temple, and his hair was out of his face. His eyes were like fire and his lips moving quickly, forming words that I couldn't hear due to my haze. He closed the gap between our lips and began to kiss me as we continued to more erratically. Our tongues intertwined roughly at first, but then calmed down as we breathed into each other's mouths still kissing. My hands gripped the back of the couch as I pushed my ass out arching my back.
He pulled away and put his hands back on my hips, holding them in place as he continued to ram himself into me. It felt so good, god it felt fucking amazing! It wasn't too hard, yet it wasn't too soft either. The moderate force was amazingly erotic, and it was driving me crazy, the feeling driving me towards my goal. Arching my back, I was reaching my orgasm and started to move faster. He gripped my hips harder, matching my thrusts. Hearing him moan his breathing labored his movements becoming more intense I could feel him getting close to his peak too. His hard cock was throbbing so hard as he slid in and out of my wet core.
Our breathing had picked up considerably and all that could be heard around the house was our yells and moans, along with each other's name called out in ecstasy. Our thrusts were becoming harder, though not to the point of pain, it was just plain beautiful. My body was sweating when I felt heat flash through me; my peak just seconds away.
I felt the most wonderful feeling surged through me as my core tightened and my orgasm rocked my body. With harder swift movements Dimitri thrusts into me a few more times as I rode out my orgasm moaning in ecstasy and felt his release enter my pulsing core. We waited until our breathing had calmed until he gently pulled out of me.
It's Over Now
With a smile gracing my lips I crawl up to the end of the couch, and lay my head down on a pillow. With me laying on my side, he crawls in behind me and wraps his strong, loving, arm around my body. He was lovingly caressing my baby bump while kissing my collar bone and neck. "I love you," he whispers to me, as if to make sure I knew that. I just smiled at his gentleness and the soft loving way he holds me.
"I love you too." I whisper softly into his ear. Dimitri just chuckles lightly and kisses my neck once again. "What happened to the food?" I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.
"It probably burned. I don't care, you are the only sustenance I need at this moment," he said hotly on my neck. I shivered a bit as he nibbled on my skin, and smiled at the amount of love that Dimitri was showering on me. I turned my body a little and craned my neck so that I got a good look at his face.
"I can't wait 'til we get this bun out of the oven." I said tracing my fingers in circles over his hand on my belly. "I'm going to hug you so much. There will never be space between us, ever again," I said on his lips. He smiled.
"You mean... never will there be a space between us... until you get pregnant again at a future date?" he asked, a snarky smile on his lips. A blush covered my cheeks, and I couldn't stop nodding.
"More babies?" My eyebrows rose with a small smile on my lips.
"More babies," he said confidently.
"Like... two?" I asked, not sure what he was thinking of.
"Like... a litter of them?" he said more than asked, as if it were destined to come true. I gasped.
"REALLY?" Totally shocked at the thought.
Dimitri chuckled and nodded. "I'm a family man. I grew up with what felt like twelve sisters," he said jokingly. I smiled and leaned into him. I, unlike him, grew up alone, all alone. Mom died, I never had a sibling, and dad was always at what he called work, or what I recently found out was the Russian Mafia. Holy shit, I know right? All I had for friends were nannies. I was taught English while I was growing up, because I spent elementary school in America. Dad said it was better there, but I missed my homeland Russia. I'm actually Turkish, but Russia has always felt like home to me.
"Awesome..." I said a bit in awe. "Maybe we'll have nine kids, and then producers will make a TV show about us!" I said excitedly. "And forget about that octo-mom chick," I said twisting my face in annoyance. That show had annoyed me and made me jealous at the same time, I had always wanted kids, but I also always had crummy ass boyfriends.
Dimitri just laughed. He kissed my temple and got off the couch. He walked in the direction of the kitchen with only plaid briefs on. I smiled at this feeling my heart thump erratically, my god that boy honestly had one fine, no, very fine ass. It was definitely something I could appreciate all day long.
Dimitri stayed in the kitchen for the next couple of minutes before coming out with two steamy plates of eggs, sausage, and hash browns. Before he came in, I had covered my body back up with the shirt so that Dimitri wouldn't get too distracted while eating. I couldn't blame him, because, if I were in his position, I would be gawking at myself too. My tits are just that big at this stage in time, and at this rate I would be looking for triple F size bras by the end of this.
I could spot my plate, because I saw the mound of ruby red ketchup a mile away. He set it down on the coffee table before me and then placed his down before flopping down next to me. I picked up the plate and rested it on my big tummy; in fact, it was almost as if it were made to be the perfect shelf for the mama's eating convenience.
One look at me and a sound erupted from Dimitri, and shortly after, he was in a fit of laughter; his eyes twinkled with amusement all the while shaking his head. "Oh Roza," he chuckled before picking up his fork and stabbing an egg.
After a while of pushing around the food on my plate, I began to talk. "You know, I don't think this is natural," I muttered as I took a bite of sausage. Dimitri looked over at me with a skeptical look in his expression.
"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.
"I dunno. I mean... It's like... Well... uh-"
"Roza," Dimitri scolded me for beating around the bush.
"What if there are twins inside of me?" I asked, rushed. Dimitri took a glance at me and then at my swollen stomach.
"I was with you last time we visited the doctor. Remember? He said that there was only one child in there, and that's our Nikolai," he said, very sure of himself. I looked down at my belly.
"Nikolai..." I whispered to myself. The way our child's name slid off of Dimitri's tongue sounded like magic. It sounded awesome... just so fitting, so perfect. Nikolai is perfect. Nikolai is ours.
"Don't be worried, Roza," Dimitri said gently, taking a bite of hash brown. "Dr. Olendzki said that he was just growing at a fast pace. Plus, remember what Sydney said to us last week?"
I raked my memory, but I had no clue what she had told us.
"That Nikolai is going to be big when he comes out," he said, and smiled cheekily. "Just like me. I was... well, a really large newborn when I came out of my mama," he said, and as he spoke of his mother, that flash of sadness made its way into his eyes. It only lasted a second, because he would quickly overcome the depression that came upon him when he thought deeply of his parents and family.
I smiled and leaned forward, careful not to spill the food on the expensive couch, and kissed his forehead. "Nikolai will be perfect," I said compassionately. "No matter what."
Dimitri looked at me under his long, dark lashes. A softness to his face he smiled "You're right."
Just as we were about to lean in to kiss, the doorbell rang. We both sighed in discontent as I rolled my eyes and leaned back till my head hit the pillows behind me. Dimitri got up and pulled his pants back on before walking over to the door right in the other room. Dimitri's shirt that I had on was big enough to go to about my knees, so I didn't have to worry about our visitor seeing anything inappropriate.
I heard the door opening in the other room, and then a loud, booming voice. I sighed and scooted my way to the edge of the couch so I could get my big awkward body up. I knew that voice anywhere.
"Hi dad," I said, with a hand on my big belly leaning in the archway of the living room that connected to the front hall. Abe looked up at me and smiled heartily.
"Hello, baby," he said and invited himself in. Abe was big, no doubt; muscled & bulky, tall, dark, basically the definition of a mobster. When I think about it now, I mentally kicked myself for not realizing his occupation earlier on. My dad and I shared matching hair color, as well as eye color. Though, my dad had a bit of a widow's peak.
"Why are you here?" I asked, slightly ticked off that he ruined Dimitri's and my moment.
Abe crossed his arms. "Well, Marie, the real question is: why are you here? Shouldn't you be cleaning some toilet or something?" I gaped at him my eyebrows shot up practically to my hairline, the words feeling like a chauvinistic slap across my face. Dimitri narrowed his eyes at Abe.
"Hey, fuck off, dad. You can get the fuck out of my house," I said, suddenly very cross. I wasn't handling these pregnancy hormones very well, and if he pushes my buttons I might just explode on this motherfucker, though also sadly known as my father.
"Whatever, you're just a housewife now, bare foot and pregnant." He said motioning to my appearance "So, skip along. I need to have some man time with Dimitri," he said, shooing me away like I was a pest. My body went ridged. A chill rose up my spine. Every part of me was screaming to rip him a new one. I don't know why I didn't, but I knew if I stayed even five seconds longer, I would have ripped his head off.
"My name isn't Marie, you arrogant chauvinistic pig!" I shouted while flipping him off. "And don't you ever come in my house and talk to me like that again!" I walked away, up the stairs with traitor tears in my eyes. I was pissed; why the hell would my dad treat me this way? I felt a stare on my back, and knew it was definitely Dimitri, but I ignored it, walking-stomping-away angrily.
Dimitri POV
"Why the hell would you talk to her like that? You're interrupting our morning. You didn't come here at the best time," I said, in a reasonably calm voice. "What the hell do you want, anyway?" I said, just as pissed at Rose. I knew she was hurt, in truth, I knew she looked up to her dad. She loved him unconditionally, and I knew that was definitely mutual, but frequently Abe was such a dick.
Abe sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I had to get rid of her," he said, glancing over at our little station where we just had sex. "Did I interrupt something specific?" he asked, taking in the messy appearance.
"Yes, actually, you did," I said, annoyance in my words.
"Were you guys... fighting?"
"No, Abe. We were watching a wonderful fucking porno," I said, annoyance as well as sarcasm lacing my deep voice. "Now again, what the hell do you want?" I asked, very annoyed now. Wait... Fight? Why would I ever fight with Rose? I wanted to kick the shit out of him for treating Rose so badly.
"I, um, have a proposition," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Last time you said you had a proposition, you-" I said shaking my head in disbelief.
"I'm a changed man, Dimitri," Abe said sincerely. Not quite trusting I muttered sarcastically 'changed man'. I crossed my arms and shot him a skeptical look. "Look, I need some help," he said with his hands in front of me, as if to calm me down or something.
"Right… What do you need?" I asked slowly. I was loosing my patience very quickly. There was only so much you could take of Abe.
"I..." he looked around for his daughter, but once he realized that she definitely wasn't there, he turned back to me and continued. "I need a hit man-"
"Abe! What the fuck!" I shouted in outrage.
"You don't understand-"
"What don't I understand about that statement? You need a hit man, are you goddamn kidding me, Abe! So you're coming to your son-in-law, a recently retired-"
This time, he was the one to cut me off. "Dimitri. You don't understand. It's for Rose," he said, and I came to a screeching halt.
"W-what?" The word stumbled out of my mouth as I was completely caught off guard.
"I have spies, and one of my most trusted men told me that a group is plotting against Rose. Now that they found out about her, all anyone can think about is trying to kill my daughter. My soon to be twenty-two year old, beautiful, pregnant daughter," he concluded, furious.
"What did you do this time?" I asked warily, and realized that I was asking a lot of questions.
"I, I um... That's not the point. I need you to take out a couple suspicious people," he said growling, lowering his voice all the more.
Abe told me a couple facts about a man, and to be honest, I wasn't very interested in what he was talking about. I was more concerned about Rose, and how she was at this moment in time. I couldn't help but keep thinking about her, how she was feeling, what she was thinking. Her dad had practically just treated her like garbage and tossed her aside. I was aghast, shocked, and utterly stunned at his crudeness. If I were in her place, I would've ripped him a new one! The jerk...
"Dimitri, are you listening?" Abe asked, shaking my shoulder lightly. I snapped out of my daze.
"Abe, I'm sorry, but can't this wait another month or so? Rose is still pregnant, and in her final stages... and I don't really feel comfortable going out behind her back to do things that she certainly wouldn't approve of. Besides, she promptly grabbed me by the balls and told me if I ever did anything affiliated with the mafia again, she would never let me... have sex with her again," I finished with a deep breath.
"Wow, dude. Well, too fucking bad, you're doing it whether you like it or not. Or," he paused to smirk. "I'll personally see to it that Rose never has sex with you ever again," he said, the evil smirk growing. I mentally cursed. Why did I tell him that last fact! Okay that did it, I have had my fill of Abe.
Right before I was about to speak, to shoo him away or something, he spoke over me. "I'll be back," he said with a grumble and walked out.
If it's for Rose... I might have to rethink my answer.
TBC
I need to give my thanks to Deliciouse for helping me out sooo much with this story. She gave me pretty much all the ideas I need to write this thing,and without her, the ideas would be sooo much stupider. Also, a thank you goes out to NecholeEJ for reviewing evvverry chapter in Russian Mafia Boss! That really stuck out to me, and warmed my heart. Lastly, I want to thank my beta, Dpower, for betaing this. I'm so thankful for you guys!