I wanted to heal them all and save the man who’d had to endure them. I really hoped it wasn’t a boy that had survived them but I had a suspicion some of them did go back that far. I wanted to ask him what happened but didn’t know if he’d feel comfortable talking about it so my lips remained silent. I’d show him I cared.
As my lips met his, he stilled for a fraction of a second. Just as I thought he didn’t like slow kissing, his hand wrapped around my neck and his exhale told me he did. He took control of the kiss but he didn’t rush it. Yesterday our sex was frantic and needy, rough. This was the way I imagined the beginning of lovemaking. I wanted to know his body as well as I knew mine, every inch of it.
His hand crawled up my shirt and he cupped my breast. A moan left my lips, echoing through the silence in the house.
A loud bang got us out of our haze and had us lifting our heads to see what caused it. It looked like Misha dropped some stuff and was picking them up mumbling some curses.
Dimitry’s head came back to me and he rested his forehead against mine.
“What are you doing to me, milaya?” he muttered, his eyes boring into me.
“Loving you,” the reply came out before I thought better of it. But the words were out and I didn’t want to take them back. I leaned into a soft, quick kiss. “I’ll have to kiss every one of your scars.”
“That will be a lot of kisses,” he muttered. “I don’t deserve them.”
“There will be a lot of kisses, and I disagree.” Wrapping my hands around him, a thought occurred to me. He saved me; maybe I could save him too. He was a good man, and I could help him see it. “Better not deprive me of all that kissing,” I added jokingly.
I couldn’t even imagine the childhood he had, all alone, without any family. The only people he had were Nikolai and Sergei; but they were even younger so he probably felt responsible for them.
“So what should we do today?” I asked instead. “Besides kiss and have lots of sex.”
As I said the words, I felt the heat rise up my cheeks, but the moment his deep laugh echoed in the room, it was worth it.
With a grin on his face, he cackled, “Let’s go for a swim in the river. Today will be the last warm day.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Ohhhh, swim and sex. Great combination.”
“My sex monster,” he teased back and smacked my butt gently. “Okay, time to change into a swimsuit.”
In five minutes, I slipped on a simple two piece navy blue swimsuit and we were both at the shoreline of the river in our bathing suits.
“Best thing is to just jump in,” he recommended.
“I’m not jumping in,” I objected. “You jump in and make sure there aren’t any monsters in there.”
He chortled. “So I am your sacrifice?”
“Damn straight,” I grinned back at him. “Besides, I never jump in. Not even a pool. There might be gators lurking and my body might go into shock from the cold. I’ve got to ease into it, you know.”
His baritone laugh echoed as he took a run and jumped into the river, water splashing all over me. And it was freezing cold. When his head peaked above the surface, I smiled. Hearing Dimitry laugh was better than any other sound I had ever heard.
“Okay, I see you are still alive,” I shouted, laughing.
“C’mon, Anastasia.” His eyes narrowed, challenging me. “Unless you are too scared.”
“I’m not too scared,” I refused to give into his bait. “But too cold. This is not swimming water. It’s freezing.” I sat down at the shoreline and dipped my feet into water. As soon as my toe touched it, goosebumps spread through my body. “Ugh, way too cold.”
He swam up to me and his arms enveloped around me. “How is it that your skin is still warm and you are in freezing cold water?” I asked him in disbelief.
“Come in the water with me, Anastasia,” he urged me softly. “I’ll keep you warm.”
I chuckled. “I swear that sounds like Morskoy, god of the sea, luring his victim.”
He threw his head back and laughed wholeheartedly. “Where did you hear about Morskoy?”
“My mom used to read me bedtime stories with ancient gods,” I told him, smiling. I loved to hear him laugh and see him happy. His arms were still wrapped around me; his body heat soaking into mine.
He raised above the water surface, and his lips captured mine. “Come in the water my little victim, and I’ll make you come with my cock.”