She ran her hands over his now nearly shaven head and kissed him again, this time biting his bottom lip.
He rolled over and landed in the dirt with her on top now covered in black earth from her hair to her feet. She bent down and winced as she felt his entire throbbing penis inside of her. She tried to pull back to ease the pain, but he raised his aching thighs and pushed as far as he could.
Her mouth parted in rapture. Dmitry gave a slow, wicked grin. Kissing her breasts, he moved below her slowly, breaking all the barriers that had been placed between them. Her cheeks reddened with fire. She began to shiver out of control. Leaning over, she grabbed the grass and pulled it as he made love to her.
It pleased him immensely to watch her finally come alive. Her mouth opened in awe in pleasure and pain. She moaned aloud, moving faster against him, slicking their bodies with her wetness. His strokes were wet and long, deep and hard. It was a passion that could not be given by money, by the love a child, by power. It was something that could only be shared by lovers. Suddenly, she felt the apex of her pleasure approaching. Her body began to throb and ache. She looked down at him in wonderment as her body began to vibrate on its own. It shook uncontrollably.
Ferociously, his pleasure caused her back to spasm, her hands to clinch, her eyes to roll. She called out his name as she did. How could a man make a woman feel this beautiful? As she orgasmed for the first time in nearly a year, the rain stopped. Only the cool wind beat against them.
"I love you," she said with tears in her eyes.
"I love you, too," he said, biting his lip. "But I can't hold it any longer?" His breathing became sporadic. His skin was beat red.
"It's not safe. I'm not on the pill." She tried to pull away.
There was a strange look in his eyes. "So, if I didn't pull out, we could get pregnant?"
"Yes. Sheesh. We sound like teenagers," she laughed.
Dmitry didn't laugh. "Let me."
Royal looked at him thoughtfully.
A shock went through him as his body pleaded to release inside of her.
"Who cares that you're not on pill; let me. Like before Anya, before Ivan." He pushed inside of her again. "Let me remember what it feels like to have my wife."
Tears ran down her face. She shook her head.
"How in the hell do you do that, Dmitry?"
"Do what?"
"Change my entire life in seconds," she whispered. "A few minutes ago I wanted to die."
"And now?"
"And now, I have never felt so alive."
Dmitry pulled her lips to his and kissed her as his skin began to burn and clamor. He pushed slowly into her body, more erect that ever. His muscles tightened as he felt the silk from her body on his own.
The mere knowledge of the intimate transaction that was about to take place aroused him more. He rested his nearly clean-shaven head back and felt the cool ground against it.
Royal looked down at his muscular body tensed up and bulging below her. His eyes sparkled in the darkness, guiding her thoughts in the black of the night.
Suddenly, she felt a powerful pulse inside of her. It had been so long since she allowed him to do so, so long since he had asked. But the feeling was joyous. It was a remarkable sensation that only a woman could have, a pleasure that only a wife could imagine. The possibility of life. The certainty of love.
Chapter 11
The cold fierce winds finally brought the reunited couple back to reality and sent them running from the lake back to the front doors of their home, where they had started their journey a full hour before.
Dmitry opened the unlocked door slowly with Royal on his back laughing and naked, covered from head to toe in dirt. They entered the house talking loudly and giggling like school kids.
The doctor that Dmitry had sent for earlier stood with his assistant and Davyd in the foyer looking on mortified at the sight of the exposed couple.
"Dmitry, we have guests," Royal blushed. She hid her breasts on his back.
"Oh, hello, Doc."
Dmitry didn't bother to cover himself, but he did make sure not to turn where they could see Royal's rear end as she clung to his back like a Koala bear.
"Hello, Mr. Medlov," Dr. Finlen said, trying to look away from the massive dirty giant. "You remember my assistant, Kyle," the doctor motioned over at the young man staring with his mouth wide open at the spectacle.
"Yes, I remember him," Dmitry said, reaching his hand out then quickly retracting it. "Sorry. I'll shake your hand later. I'm just a little… "
"Indisposed at the moment," Royal finished.
"So which one of you am I supposed to be here to treat?" the doctor asked with a grin. "Both of you appear a little unstable right now."
"Neither. It appears that I had her cure all along," Dmitry smirked.
"Well, what was the problem, if you don't mind me asking? It sounded urgent on the phone when Davyd called."
"I was slipped cocaine and Oxycotin, doctor," Royal answered.
"Oh my goodness! By whom?" Dr. Finlen
