Epilogue

...and here we are at the end of the journey. Quick shout-out to Ladyfiaran... props to catching up so quickly!! Glad to hear you enjoyed it too!

Epilogue

Summer 2012

“Close your eyes!” he called out as I squealed in horror.

“You are driving like a crazy man!” I cried back, holding onto the sides of my seat for dear life.  We were in Russia, in Alex’s homeland and he was proving to me that he literally gets away with anything except for murder when he was here.  Of course this included driving like a maniac.  “My Mama made ya promise to bring me back to the States, alive and well!”

“No, I’m fairly sure she say not to bring you home pregnant,” he recited proudly before negotiating a sharp turn, causing me to scream.

“I think that all falls in the same category,” I breathed, now clutching my chest.  We were only here for an hour and already I was second guessing this decision.  I would be spending the whole month here before heading back to the States.  My bakery was left in the capable hands of my mother and my only employee who had turned out to be a budding pastry chef after I showed her a few things.   “And since that rule was already broken before we even left U.S. soil, I’m certain I have every right to be freaking out right now.”

“Oh, okay,” Alex calmly said, hitting the breaks, suddenly making the speed limit feel like turtle-speed.  My breathing began to lower immediately.  “It feels soooo good to be home!” he stretched his hands out the windows, despite it meaning he wasn’t going to have his hands on the wheel.  I just looked the other way and smiled at his craziness.  Not only was his attitude crazy today, but so was his clothing choice for the day.  He was in a pair of jeans that hugged his butt, and of course I wasn’t complaining about that, but I was still trying to figure out the t-shirt he was wearing today that was purple with some gaudy cartoon drawing on it.  Even after the several months of being with him, I still questioned his fashion choices.  However, after stepping off the plain in Moscow, I was quickly realizing that it could possibly be a country wide epidemic.

The last several months with Alex had been nothing short of a whirlwind.  Gone were my nights of hiding out in my bedroom with my eyes glued to cooking shows.  Life was now all about the love of my life, the Russian playboy, Alexander Ovechkin.  I informed my mom and dad that I was still positive Alex was the leader of the Russian Mafia, but they just laughed and told me I was silly.  I knew better.  I swear Alex had more contacts than the Prince of Whales. Whatever Alex wanted, Alex got and as his girlfriend, that meant I too was apart of all those perks.  Too bad it didn’t matter as much to me as it might a girl who was into all the material things in the world.  I just went with it.

I got used to the occasional paparazzi.  I even got used to the fan girls coming into my bakery warning me that Alex was cheating on me with them.  However, little did they know, I was the one he slept with every night and every night he was in another city, I was the one he called to talk to for hours at a time.  Sure, he still was a flirt and would probably always be, but he had done nothing to cause me to mistrust him.  Besides, Sasha would have had his head, along with the majority of the rest of his team.  And now there was this new piece of the puzzle that we would be sharing within the next 6 months.

As soon as Lana told me she was pregnant, there was no option for her; she had to come home to Russia with me this summer.  I didn’t expect her to put up a fight, but either way, I made it clear to her that my Grandmother had to be the first to know the news and that we were going to tell her in person.

“That actually works out perfect,” Lana smiled, tears still in her eyes after we got the news from the doctor.  “It will be the end of the first trimester and I will feel safe telling people.”

The pregnancy wasn’t planned, but that is how every day was for me.  I was never one to make plans.  Instead, I was a firm believer that life just happened and we were along for the ride.  It was the happiest day of my life when Lana came slinking out of the bathroom holding up the pregnancy test.  Somehow we were both able to keep it a secret.  In a little over a half an hour, the most important woman in my life was going to know she was going to be a great-grandmother.

Once I slowed down to the speed limit, Lana became quiet, seeming to take in the scenery around her as I drove.  I would point out a few landmarks here and there, but she stayed quiet.  “What’s wrong Little Lana?” I finally asked, taking her small hand in mine.

She looked over at me and bit her lip.  “I guess I’m just a little nervous.  I mean I haven’t even met your grandmother…”

“What are you worried about?!” I chuckled.  “Your newly learned Russian will please her to no-end I’m sure,” I smiled reassuringly over at her.  It was true.  Lana had picked up Rosetta-Stone and began learning my native tongue.  Despite the Southern accent, she really was doing a great job with it.

“I guess.  You just speak so highly of her and I’m afraid I won’t measure up.”

“The baby is talking in you again.”

“You mean my hormones,” she laughed lightly.

“Yes, that’s what I mean.  Your baby hormones.”  Those baby hormones were not only making her a worry wart, but they also had a way of making her glow.  I could swear her boobs already jumped two sizes, giving me even more to put in my hands.  Lana was going to be a beautiful pregnant woman.

“Ah,” she rolled her eyes and squeezed my hand.

“Don’t worry.  She will love you.  How do I know?  I know because you are exactly like her.  You both never give up on me,” I said plainly before leaning over and kissing her on the head.

Lana smiled softly at me and nodded her head.

Once we arrived at my house, Lana was back to her normal self, talking up a storm as me and my mother showed her around the place for the first time.  “So we can go swimming in the lake?!” she asked excitedly when she looked out our bedroom window and saw the backyard where my cousins were already splashing around in the warm summer sun.

“Is that okay?”

“It reminds me of my grandma’s house,” she turned and hugged me.  “I love it.”

I couldn’t help but smile largely.  “Good.  I’m glad.  One day he will love it too,” I whispered into her hair, slipping my hand between us and rubbing her belly.

“It might be a she yo know,” Lana pulled back to look down at my hand and then up at me with a frown.

“He or she.  No matter,” I reassured her.  I figured either way the baby was going to grow up carrying my name.

“I want the baby to learn both of our languages,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I want the baby to have a southern accent,” I chuckled.

“I want the baby to have your blue eyes.”

“I’d be okay with your brown eyes,” I said, gently swiping a piece of her dark brown hair off of her face and placing it behind her ear.  Every time I looked at her I couldn’t help but think back to when I didn’t even take the time to give her a second glance.  She was beautiful and now that she was pregnant, she had that glow all women seem to have when there is life growing inside of them.  Between the freckles on her nose and the sparkle in her eyes, I always saw her perfectly each time I closed my eyes when we weren’t together.

Lana rolled her eyes and buried her face in my chest.  “This baby is going to be so spoiled.”

“Baby?” a familiar, elderly female voice rang out behind us in Russian.  “You come here, run around the house without even finding me and now you talk about having babies?!” my grandmother scolded with humor in her tone.

Lana quickly stepped out of my arms and spun around to find my Grandmother standing there with her hands on her hips.  I knew Lana had no clue what the woman had said.

I walked over and scooped my Grandmother into my arms and laughed.  “Silly woman, using that tone might make my girlfriend think she is not welcome,” I chirped playfully in my native tongue.  “Besides, I couldn’t find you!”

“I was out back on the porch waiting for you my son,” she said quietly, squeezing me tightly.  “You are happy,” she remarked.

“I am.”

“You have found the one.”

I didn’t say anything more.  Instead I pulled back from my grandmother and turned to Lana, reaching out my hand, willing her to come over to me.  She was biting her lip nervously and attempting a shy smile at the same time.  “Lana, this is my Babushka,” I said, taking my Grandmother’s hand and Lana’s, joining them between me.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” Lana spoke timidly in Russian.  “Alex speaks so much of you that I feel I already know you,” she continued, only botching up a word or two, but nothing to take away from the meaning of it.

The smile on my Grandmother’s face was priceless.  She leaned in, kissed both of Lana’s cheeks and then pressed her hand to Lana’s belly.  “So you carry my great-grandchild?” she asked happily in my native language.

Lana nodded her head and smiled.

Grammy turned to me and said, “Amazing things come in packages that we don’t always expect,” she said, referring to the fact that Lana wasn’t the Russian woman she had spoke about me settling down with last summer. 

I laughed in agreement and believed even more that my Grandmother was a soothe-sayer.  Even without yet knowing the story of how Lana and I had become a couple, she still spoke the absolute truth.

The End.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Well, I promised myself that I would finish this fic before the end of the year... and I technically will... tomorrow the Epilogue will be up for you all to read.
This has been quite the journey with this story, never in a million years would I have thought I'd be writing an Ovechkin fic... Never in a million years did I think that fic would make it to 22 Chapters... completely crazy. Still can't say that I'm a huge Ovie fan, but I will admit that I will always be a sucker for his beautiful baby blues and I'll always be fascniated by this man. He's definitely one of a kind it seems.
Your comments are most definitely the reason I've kept writing this story, especially since I was afraid since day one that there wouldn't be many fans of it, but you proved me wrong! Thanks for letting me write out my twisted fantasy. I have to say the sex on the Batmobile will probably be one of my more proud writing moments. LOL
I'd love to say that this will be my last full story until I'm done school, but we all see how that worked out... I couldn't stay away... the ideas get caught in my head and run away once my fingers hit the keyboard.  I will say though to keep an eye out on my short-stories blog, Ulterior Motives because there is definitely some new material being posted on there. At some point I will also be posting another one of my long-fics that I have in my archives... So I'll keep ya'll in the loop.
Thank you so much again to all my Anonymous commentors, Nealskanen, Bublbabie, JD89, Erin, Daroxygirl, Mimi, RebelHeart87, and of course K... you peeps are what make this story!!

...I have been taught,
Love is a vice.
So go these thoughts
and I put them on Ice.

thank God you're here
I need you to hear this,
So sick of my shit
I promise, I'm through tempting faith.

I know I'm in love now
And you are what love is to me,
Please tell me this isn't too little, too late.

Ooo, let's move fast.
Making up time would be nice.

I'm so sorry, I put these things on Ice.

-Chris Thile

Ch. 22

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d be dressed in your very own hockey jersey!” Faith exhaled, feigning faintness and dropping back into the wall of the living room as soon as I emerged from the basement in one of my early Christmas presents from Alex.  Despite my protests, he insisted on giving this to me, claiming if I was to be a real hockey fan, I needed to look like one.  I’m fairly sure something was lost in translation somewhere along the way, especially since I never said anything about wanting to be a hockey fan.  All I had asked was for him to explain the game to me a little, so I at least knew a little bit more than how you got a point by scoring a goal.  He took it as me wanting to know every single detail and even had me out on skates with a hockey stick at one of the outdoor rinks just the other day.  Luckily I had no problem ice skating, but I still lost my balance almost every time I would take a shot at the net.  Alex of course found this all too humorous and seemed to laugh even harder when I’d scowl at him.  The only plus in all this was…Alex was laughing again.

Nicky stopped by the bakery the one day just to tell me that he was glad Alex and I were together and mentioned that it was nice to have his old friend back.  I’m not quite sure what that all meant, but I assumed it was a good thing.  All I knew was that Alex had me with every word, kiss, and smile.

Of course not everything was butterflies and rainbows.  It took a little for Alex to get used to the fact that unlike the majority of his other girlfriends, I had a business to run, so I wasn’t always able to be out every night until the wee morning hours.  In fact, if I didn’t have him in my bed and actually see him sleep; I would have never believed the man slept. 

In turn it took me a little to be cool with him being out all night without me.  It didn’t always help my self-esteem when I would be out with him at a club and beautiful girls would literally throw themselves in front of him.  He of course would oblige them a smile or a small flirt, but I quickly realized that it wasn’t worth getting upset over.  There was something I had that they didn’t and that was Alex’s respect and love.

“At least this one doesn’t smell like beer,” I giggled, unable to not remember my terrible date with Trevor while looking down at the brand-new red jersey.

“I still think mine is better though,” Faith joked, feeling the need to turn around and pimp the back of her jersey where CARLSON was spelled out on the back.

“You two make me sick!” Becky cried, fake pouting.  “Where is my hockey player?!”

“You and Green looked a little close the other night,” I ribbed her.

She suddenly blushed and turned away from Faith and I as we sniggered at her reaction.  No more complaints were heard.

This was the first game I was going to since the game Alex bribed me into going in October.  Even though I’d never tell the hockey twins or Alex, I was actually excited to be going to the game.  Our tickets were once again by the home bench, but high enough up so we could see the whole rink.

“Thank God for the boys and their awesome ticket selection skills!” Faith exclaimed bouncing up and down in her seat as the team began taking the ice for their warm-up.  Despite the place not being filled up yet, the crowd was still loudly cheering for the team.

Alex skated by and gave me an acknowledging look before putting on his game face for the next 3 hours.  The look included his cocky smirk and for some reason I had a distinct feeling he was going to score a goal tonight.

The more time I spent with Alex, the more I was beginning to understand that he was really having a tough season.  Things didn’t seem to be going his way like they had supposedly gone for him since he entered the league.  According to the girls, Alex was considered an elite hockey player in this league.  I knew he was a good player, but I didn’t realize how good of a player until I sat down with his mom one night and looked at her photo albums.  I was floored when I she got to the pictures of him with all the prestigious awards he had won during his time thus far with the NHL.  It was obvious that she wasn’t just talking up Alex because he was her son.

“Why didn’t he play basketball?” I asked Tatiana after she told me about herself being on the national stage for the Olympics.

She smiled and shook her head.  “After Alex see his first hockey game, he never stop talking about it.  He born to play.”

It always made my heart squeeze a bit when she talked about her son.  It was so obvious how proud she was of him.  He truly did have a special family support system; reminding me of my own family support system.

Just in the last week, things seemed to be starting to turn around for Alex.  He didn’t seem as frustrated about the game when he talked to me about it.  In fact even he said the one day that he felt the team was about to turn a corner.

A little under 8 minutes into the game, Alex scored the first goal.  It was a long fed pass from Karl, in fact even after watching the replay on the jumbo-tron; I was still in awe that the puck ended up on Alex’s stick from such a long distance.  He made it look so easy.  The three of us stood up, screaming madly with the crowd as Alex celebrated with the rest of his line mates.  Nicky scored almost 7 minutes later with a wrap around goal.

Despite no goals being scored during the second period, to me, the team seemed to completely dominate Nashville.  I knew it was going to be a good night.

We were still getting our feet under us, but I felt like we were finally starting to see some results.  Nashville is a tough defense team, so it was a good win for us to get and even better to get it at home.

For me personally, I was finally seeing how important it was to stay grounded.  All the super-star treatment had seemingly taken its toll.  Spending most of my free time with Lana and my family was making it easy to see.  Finally I was achieving that balance that my grandmother so often told me I would find.

“Did ya hear me cheering?!” Lana squeaked happily, jumping into my arms as soon as I emerged from the locker room after the game.

I laughed and breathed in her now very familiar scent.  “I’m positive I heard some Southern accent yelling something about getting a piece from her tonight,” I growled into her ear on purpose.  Of course she immediately began squirming and making some lame as excuses about her having to get home so that she could get into the bakery early tomorrow because of all the holiday orders.

“I’m sure I announced to you more than once that this week is pure and utter hell for me,” she pouted as I set her back down onto the floor in front of me.

“But starting Saturday, you all mine for two weeks,” I happily reminded her, patting her on the head for added dramatics.  She sighed and smiled, attempting to keep herself from looking as excited as she was, but she failed miserably.

She had already planned to shut the bakery down for the week between Christmas and New Year, but I talked her into closing it for two weeks for the simple fact that she deserved to have a vacation.  The schedule for me between the holidays was jammed packed with games, but it was already determined that she would be coming to all the games, home and away.

“Exactly!” she smiled over my way as we walked out to my car.

“I’m still staying over tonight,” I declared right as she climbed in the car, slamming her door shut before I could hear her protests.  When I got in on the driver’s side she was sitting in her seat with her arms crossed and not looking at me.  “If you keep biting your lip that hard, you are going to draw blood, Little Lana,” I laughed.

She turned to me, stuck out her tongue and went back to biting her lip.  All I could do was laugh and damn it felt good.  She made me feel good.  She felt even better when he was riding me about an hour later.

“Fuck, where do you get the energy after playing a game?” she whined when I forced myself deep into her as she screwed herself down over my dick.

I just smiled, grabbed her hips tightly and took control, despite the fact she was on-top; not that she minded.  Lana’s head dropped backwards and left out a low moan and roughly grabbed her own tits in her hands.  It was all to easy to think about how she was that first time on my dining room table, all nervous and worried.  Now she was a complete sex kitten, willing to try different things.  Not even a shred of nervousness could be found when it came to our bedroom antics.  In fact, Lana quickly became a fond user of the sex swing I had.  Tonight however, we were at her place, so no swing, just plain old hard sex.

“So hot and dirty when you do that,” I murmured, sliding my hands up her body and squeezing her hands and breasts.  She bit her lip until I bottomed out in her once more, causing her mouth to open allowing for sound to come out again.

“I blame you,” she said in between bounces.

I just smirked and fucked her even harder, flipping positions quickly to take the breath from her.  Pulling her to the edge of the bed and cupping her ass, I lifted her up off the bed, making for an angle that put me deep inside of her and had us both crying out for Mercy in the matter of moments.

Later that night she snuggled against me and I wrapped my arms around her body, holding her close.  She felt so perfect lying against me.  This is what life was made for.  Kissing her head, I breathed her in.  “Lana?”

“Yeah?” she whispered sleepily.

“I love you,” I said quietly, but firmly so she didn’t think I wasn’t serious.  It was quite possibly the first time I had ever said the words to a woman and meant them.

“I love you too,” she cooed easily.

Chapter Twenty-One

Adult Content. And no, I'm not sorry for it. LOL

Ch. 21

Her lips felt so warm and soft.  Most of all they felt familiar…comfortable.  I can’t say I’m surprised that she kissed me back, but I also can’t say that it didn’t make me happier than I had felt in over the last month and a half.

“Little Lana, mmm, I have missed you so much,” I murmured into her ear.  I had pulled her to the edge of the counter and she was now hugging me tightly, resting her head on my shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too,” she said in a barely audible whisper.

I began lightly running my fingers through her hair and she left out a sigh.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to fall asleep on your shoulder…”

“Then please, just stay here tonight.  We are going to get a tree tomorrow and I want you to be here for that so you can help decorate and what not,” I said gently.

“I can come back in the morning,” she yawned.

Instead of arguing, I just scooped her up and began carrying her through the house.

“Alex…” she whined.

“Ssh, you don’t want to wake my parents,” I whispered, biting back a laugh.

“This is not the way to get back in my good graces,” she grumbled, but still not picking her head up off my shoulder, so I knew she wasn’t overly angry.

“How so?  I’m just making sure you are safe.  You are too tired to be driving home and I’m sure you had one or two many glasses of wine tonight,” I played.

“I think it was that shot of Vodka before dinner that already had me,” she sighed.

I chuckled at this, kissed her hair and placed her on my bed.  “You are a light-weight.”

“I’m not Russian.”

“This is truth you speak,” I smiled.

“Do you have a t-shirt or something that I can sleep in at least?” she yawned again.  She already looked like she was asleep as she snuggled into the pillow.

I nodded, walked into my closet and pulled out a hockey jersey.  It would be the most oversized thing I owned and perfect for her to snuggle in.  Plus, a girl in just a hockey jersey was just fucking hot.  When I walked back into the room her eyes were closed and I was certain she was sleeping.  I stopped and just looked at her.  She looked peaceful and perfect.  The best part being, it was obvious she belonged right there.

“Stop staring at me, Alex,” she whispered.

“But it has been a while since I have seen you,” I chuckled, scolding myself for being caught.

“It’s your own fault,” she chided.

Alex stood there for another moment before he spoke again.  “Sasha say since day one that I have a thing for you…”

I nodded, but didn’t say anything, willing him to keep going, he looked like he wanted to talk.

“I of course did not want to believe him, but after you said those things after we fucked,” he paused and wiggled his eyes at me, despite the fact that he probably saw me flinch when he used such a harsh word to explain what we did that night, even if it was the right word to use, “It made me think some more.  Of course it took me awhile to realize it all, but I am starting to see that he was right.”

“He was right about what?”

“That you don’t need to be Russian.”

“Is that what it all comes down to?!” I asked incredulously.  “If I was Russian, we wouldn’t have gone through all this?!”

“Maybe this is true,” he said slowly.

“I should slap you right now,” I sighed, throwing my arms up over my face, debating on if I should just walk out right now.

“I liked it when you did…” Alex winked.

“Then if that is the case, I will be leaving now,” I grumbled, making a move to get up off the bed and head home like I had originally planned.

“But I like that too,” he growled, immediately thwarting my attempting by quickly moving onto the bed and pushing me back down into it.  I began to squirm, but my strength was no match to his, especially when he began kissing me again and nuzzling his face into my neck.  Suddenly the playful Alex I had remembered was coming to life once more.

“Is there anything you don’t like?” I squeaked, trying to push him away, but not with too much effort because he was warm and smelled so good.

“Not when it comes to you,” He admitted.  “This is the whole problem.”

“Oh, so now it’s a problem that you like me?!” I scoffed right before he began tickling me mercilessly.

He only stopped when he had me completely pinned underneath him.  When I finally stopped squirming and putting up a fight he whispered into my ear, “Little Lana, I need you to love me tonight.”

I turned my head and looked into his crystal blue eyes.  “I just need one promise from you,” I said quietly.

“What is that?”

“If you decide that ya want out, have the respect to tell me and not just leave me hanging,” I said honestly.

Alex leaned back in and kissed me gently on the lips once more.  “I knew you wouldn’t give up on me,” he whispered.

This was probably the dumbest thing I could do.  There was no reason for me to be in his bed tonight and no reason to allow him to keep having his way with me except for the simple fact that he always got his own way when it came to the sexual aspect of our relationship.

His hands were all over me and as soon as he began whispering in Russian to me, I knew all bets were off.

“Milaya…” he whispered over and over again, trailing kisses down my neck.  I gave him a playful frown at the last minute before he pulled my sweater dress up and over my head.  He just laughed as he threw it onto the floor and turned back to lay more kisses on my now uncovered skin.  Suddenly I didn’t feel as tired as I just did a few moments ago.  My body came alive at his touch and the dragging of his gold necklace initiating a familiar ache between my legs and in my thoughts.

Alex’s calloused fingers, lightly tracing my lace covered breasts made me cry out and arch my back.  I felt him laugh but he continued his torture for another second before just taking both of my breasts in his hands and firmly squeezing them as he drew his tongue up between my cleavage.  “Mmmmm,” I moaned, pushing my head back into the pillow and drawing my knees up while a toe-curling shiver ran through the length of my body.  “Is this a Russian thing?” I asked, my voice cracking because I could barely form the words with my lips.

“What?” he breathed into my neck before latching onto it, making me shiver once more.  This time, I dug my fingers into his back.

“This melting thing…you know the way you seem to know what to do with my body to make me feel like it’s the best thing every time you touch meeeee…” I drew out when I felt his one hand slid between my legs and up to my cleft.

He let out an evil laugh and shrugged.  “You make this all too easy.”

“I’m not easy,” I growled, slamming my legs back together to get my point across, but the problem was his hand was still between them, completely ruining my attempt to keep him out.  I left out a blissful hiss when his` finger slipped underneath my panties and in between my folds.  “Okaaaayyy…” I moaned, relaxing once more so that he could continue his work.

“Don’t worry Lana,” he spoke, watching my facial reaction.  “I only meant you are easy to please.”

“Suuurrrreee,” I rolled my eyes and laughed until he hit another spot of true elation with his fingers.

“Just relax,” he purred into my ear, sliding another finger inside of me.  “I like doing all the work.”

A drunken smile tugged at my lips and I soon gave in, allowing him take full control.  In a matter of moments, the first orgasm was rolling over me.  His mouth and tongue brought me to my second one.

It was true.  She was all too easy to please and I reveled in the control I had over her.  Maybe I wouldn’t always be able to have my way in our relationship, but I already knew this was the one thing that I would have control of.  Otherwise, I was resigned to the fact that I wasn’t always going to get my way when it came to our relationship and for once I was okay with that.  If what she was asking for was respect, then she would get it.  If it meant I would be able to have her like this every night, then I was willing to be the man she expected me to be.  I’m not quite sure when that thought process changed, but then I’m not quite sure why half of the things in my life had changed thus far.  Suddenly everything was upside-down in my life and the only thing that seemed to make sense was Lana.

“Alex?” Lana asked in a worried tone that brought me back to the present.  “What’s wrong?” My head was lying on her stomach.  I had just devoured her sweet pussy and was giving her time to come down from the last orgasm before I entered her and made her mine once again.

I looked up at her.  Her brow was furrowed and her chocolate eyes shown with raw worry.  I shook my head and smiled as I crawled up and covered her body with mine.  “I just got lost for a moment,” I said quietly before kissing her firmly.  She seemed a little surprised, but soon her fingers were threaded in my hair and she was kissing me.  A moment later she pulled me back and looked into my eyes before just closing her eyes smiled. 

No more words were said.  Instead the physicality took over once more and in a few moments I was pushing inside of her.

He looked like he was far away in another land as he lost himself in his thoughts.  If you would have asked me in Alex was an emotional person after the first couple times in meeting him, I’m not quite sure I could have agreed.  However, the look in his eyes tonight and the sound in his voice when he said he needed me to love him tonight put a whole different spin on things.  This was the beginning of another level.

I left out a quiet cry as he entered me.  I hadn’t slept with anyone since our romp in the garage, and despite being dripping wet, his thickness still took my breath.  Alex kissed me deeply while he slowly pushed fully into me and held himself there for a moment before setting a slow but languid pace.  It might have been the most vanilla sex we had have, but neither of us were complaining because it was nice just taking our time and feeling every jolt of electric current passing through us.

“Amazing, you feel so amazing,” he kept repeating into my ear and skin.  The longer we went, the more Russian he kept mixing in and the closer I came to have my third orgasm of the night.  I wrapped my thigh-high tight-clad legs around his muscular ass and pulled him deeper into me while holding on for dear life.  As much as I wanted to cry out loudly, I muffled my cries in his shoulder that was tensed for his own release that came soon after mine.

Alex collapsed on top of me and we stayed joined together for a while longer, just holding each other.  Suddenly my sleepiness returned and a yawn escaped my lips.

“Sleepy?” Alex mused with a cocky smile.  I smiled back and nodded my head.  “So will you stay here with me tonight?” he asked.

I playfully ruffled his hair and attempted to push him off of me, but he kept his weight on me for just a moment longer and kissed me softly on the lips.

Somehow I was certain this was the way things were meant to be all along.