Cold War Romance (closed)

[silvertongue217]

RUSSIA TWO YEARS AGO

“Do you think it you’ll ever return?”

Aleksie Nokolia looked at his mother once more willing his brain to retain every last detail of her hardened face. His mother had a hard life working in the factory district on munitions and arms. She had spent her life etching out as much of a “fine” living as possible in the slums of Russia weathering the war as best she could and making sure he and his little sister had as decent a life as one could have. Her husband, his father was gone dead and buried in the beginning of the war his mother was strong even then crying behind closed doors and putting on a brave face for her children. She was the toughest, most beautiful woman Alek had ever had the pleasure of knowing and would ever know.

“I do not know” Alek responded honestly painfully aware his sister was crying in her room “More than likely not”

There was a painful silence in the room as his mother processed the information. She finally took a deep breath and nodded turning and going over to the dresser she kept locked. She fished the key off of her neck and slid it in unlocking it and pulling it open, the hinges gave a soft whine of process which she ignored instead reaching in and pulling out a golden pocket watch. She let the golden chain pool into her fingers before quickly locking the ancient dresser back up and quickly striding back to him. Even in her old age his mother never simply “walked” she carried her self with purpose and dignity.

“Walk with purpose my son” She always said to him even as a child “always walk as if you have a purpose and one will find you”

“Here” She said breaking him out of his memories “this was your fathers it has been in his family for generations it is one of the few things they recovered from his body”

“Mama” Alek said staring at her fingers noticing the slight tremble they gave off “I can not-“

“It is your birthright” His mother insisted her milky eyes narrowing as she brought her hands out “your inheritance you WILL take it my son”

He opened his mouth to protest more but stopped quickly. Even though his mother was much shorter than he she always had a way of towering over him. Even now in the dying light she gave off an air that simply said “do not argue with me”. He sighed and opened his hands cupping his palms together, his mother nodded in approval and began to feed the chain into his hands before gently depositing the golden watch into his hands and closing them. She nodded in approval before bringing his hands up and gently kissing them.

“Go my son and never forget who you are”

Present Day

Vegas

Alek watched his target

He idly scratched his bicep trying to get comfortable on the soft seat. How did the Americans live in such softness? The seat was to soft to comfortable like at any minute it would swallow the operative whole. He shifted again trying to make himself comfortable before scowling and giving up resigning himself to his fate. He crossed his tan arms watching his biceps flex and smiling softly as he spotted a few over weight American men at the bat.

“Softness is America’s undoing” Alek A.K.A Timothy Maxwell thought to himself smugly. He was still relatively new to his “assignment” but he had seen enough of America to know this to be true. He was arguably the most well built man lounging by the pool with his tan skin, his muscular forearms, and piercing blue eyes he looked like he stepped off of the latest male modern magazine the America’s were stuffing down their throat. Alek couldn’t understand why any man would want to read it, how could they deal with knowing they were inferior? How could the woman fawn over the men in the magazine yet still stand by their fat husbands?

Take his target for example senator Richard the man was balding and from Alek’s position looked like a large rock trying desperately not to drown in the water. There was no precision as the man did his laps just a bunch of flapping around and extra movement that were unnecessary. To be honest the man seemed more interested in ogling the woman that were hanging around in their bikini’s then any thing else.

A fact that would work in his “wife’s” favor

Alek ordered another beer waiting for his new wife to come out. They were on their “honeymoon” before settling into their new life together at DC. Their Alek would continue to assist the mother land in any capacity they required. The mission didn’t have an expiration date and Alek had long given up the thought of returning home to mother Russia. He was doing his patriotic duty just as his father had years before and even his mother.

That would have to be enough for him

 

[wideeyedone]

Liliya Kuznetsov barely remembered what it was like to live with her family. When she was just six years old she had been selected to study at the state run ballet school in Leningrad. She went to school and lived in a dorm with the other girls striving to be principal dancers and represent Mother Russia across the globe.


The competition had been fierce, but those girls and her teachers had been her true family. Later in life, when she was homesick, it would be for the ballet school not for the small village she barely remembered. Her teachers were demanding but oh how they would swell with pride when her turnout was perfect, or when her leaps gained in height and grace. Liliya had one goal in life and that was to dance on the stage as a principal ballerina and show the world that Russia was the home of great ballet.


A knee injury crushed her dream. She had been lying in the hospital bed, dreading what might come next. She knew she could not stay at the school. She didn’t want to go home. She couldn’t imagine a life spent farming on her parents’ small farm in the cold and desolate north.
But that is when the man from the directorate arrived in her hotel room. He assured her that she did not have to go home. He told her that when her knee healed, she would not be fit for ballet, but that if she were willing, she could use her skills to help her country. Liliya spoke Russian, French, and English well. She knew how to portray a character other than herself and she was beautiful.


The training was arduous. She had to learn to fight which in some ways was not that different from dancing. She was used to pain and discipline. She learned tradecraft and seduction. The seduction had not been as hard for her as some of the other trainees. She had been seducing audiences on the stage since she was young.

Now she was Ginny Maxwell. And now she was in Las Vegas. The Sin City, the Americans called it. She was so over-stimulated by the city. The noises were deafening and people here were so loud. She knew she had to hide her reactions to these things. She had to blend in. She stepped out of the cabana in her red bikini. The color accentuated her dark hair and pale skin, her ice blue eyes were hidden behind large dark glasses. She stood at the edge of the pool and rubbed scented suntan lotion on her skin. She reached down and started at her toes and worked her way up her sleek and sculpted legs, then her hands rubbed her taut stomach and the sides of her breasts. Since she had stopped dancing, her curves had filled out just a little which made the seduction part of her job even easier.



She saw the mark watching her. She perched on the edge of the pool, letting her feet and legs cool in the water. She ordered a ridiculous fruity drink that barely tasted of alcohol. And she allowed herself to make playful eye contact with the senator. She knew it was just a matter of time before he joined her at the side of the pool.


She saw her “husband” watching her. She did not know him well, but she trusted him. He would keep her safe, because it was for the homeland. She hoped that they would become friends, perhaps even fall in love, but that seemed unlikely. He had one love. Home.

 

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Alek watched his “wife” coming out noticing the way she moved her hips and the seductive smile she had aimed towards the senator. He allowed himself a small indulgence assessing her body slowly and humming to himself in approval. He supposed for an assigned wife he could have done a lot worse, Liliya was beautiful and sweet with a beautiful kind face that lulled men and woman alike in. He knew little about her past and had no desire to learn any more, his orders were to forget his old life and embrace the new one as much as possible.

“Forget about Russia but never forget your duty to her” Alek murmured to himself even as his thoughts flashed to his mothers face and the pocket watch hidden in the safe of his hotel. It was the one and only thing tying him to his old life and it would remain hidden and tucked away…..

But never out of reach

The senator was doing another lap this time angling himself toward Alek’s wife with the clear intention of talking to her and doing a little flirting. The man was a fool think such a woman would be interested in him Alek mused even as he got up and stretched ignoring the owman admiring him in his tight navy blue swim trunks. Of course the man would think himself lucky when his wife flirted back and got her self invited to his hotel room; his luck would change however when Alek slid the knife across his throat and silenced him as well as his secrets.

It wasn’t the best plan but it was one nonetheless, the hotel room would be empty and even though the hotel would find the body of the dead senator nothing would link back to them. Tomorrow they would be in DC and settling into their new lives together miles away from the stink of sin city. Alek was eager to finish and get there so his work could truly begin for the motherland. Content with the knowledge Alek began making his way over to the pool nodding at his wife to continue just as the senator reached her.

…………………………………………

“Well hello there darling” The senator said swimming to a stop in front of her and leaning against the sun baked side of the pool “I couldn’t help but notice you….. Any one ever told you that you’re the prettiest girl in Vegas?”

It was a cheesy line made even worse by the senator’s sweat and nerves. He stood his ground however giving her a big smile and panting to keep himself afloat.

 

[wideeyedone]

Liliya knew the senator would approach her. She had an eager smile for him. She slipped into the pool beside him. The warm water making her small top cling to her breasts.

"I am Ginny. This is my first trip to Vegas, so, no... no one has ever told me that I am the prettiest girl here." She perched her sunglasses on her head and offered him her best shy smile.

She made sure that her breast brushed against his arm as he explained to her that he was a very influential man and he was sure that he could help out someone as pretty as she. Ginny just nodded and touched his arm lightly.

"I can't stay out here in this blasted sun too long. I sunburn." She squeezed her breasts together with the tops of her arms. "Do I look pink?" She asked.

The idiot assured her that she wasn't burning but he did take the bait.

"Let's get you out of the sun,, pretty lady. I have a beautiful suite with a view off the city, if you would like to enjoy some air conditioning and shade?"

Ginny allowed her face to light up. "I would love to see the view. Maybe I could stay for a few hours until the city lights up."

He didn't hesitate. They got out of the pool and he offered her a towel. She slowly dried off, paying attention to her breasts and her legs. She made eye contact with her "husband" briefly from across the pool and gave him a subtle nod.

It was going even smoother than they had planned. Ginny had expected to have to endure a dinner date and some nervous courting on his part before he invited her to his suite. She put her sunglasses back in place then she suggested that they order a pitcher of margaritas to take with them. The delay with the bartender would give Tim time to get to the room and be ready for them.

Liliya rested her breasts on her arm as they waited at the bar. She watched the reflection in the windows to make sure that he had gotten the signal.

 

[silvertongue217]

She was defiantly a pro

Alek watched as she expertly seduced and lured the senator into her trap. She moved so expertly that Alek found it hard to believe this was actually her first time. He read her dossier and knew about her dancing background and limited training, yet she was clearly a natural even signaling him and causing enough of a delay for him to move into place as well. Those things weren’t taught at the training camp but some thing people gained form being partners for a long time.

He got up pausing to stretch before making his way across the sun baked concrete. He ignored the woman eyeing him up and stepped into the lobby flashing a smile at the receptionist as he slid into the elevator. He thumbed the button for the senator’s floor and waited taking the time to pull out the curved knife hidden in his swim trunks.

He worked quickly using the knife to jimmy open the door to the hotel and rigging it to look like it hadn’t been tampered with. Authorities would eventually figure it out but they would be long gone by then and nothing would connect the two to the crime. He positioned himself in the bathroom and crouched breathing deeply to still his nerves and the rush of adrenaline coursing through his system.

He flipped the knife and played with it reflecting on his situation and wondering how his partner would react to him killing a man. They hadn’t had enough time to really talk and get to know one another but he knew she was green in the field. Would him killing the senator bother her? Would she be cold towards him after? Was she a patriot like him? He doubted she was as sold as him to Mother Russia but if she wasn’t it would be hard to find some common ground.

 

[wideeyedone]

Liliya let him carry the pitcher of margaritas as they went up the elevator. She had her dark glasses on, and with her breasts on display, no one was looking at her face.

He fumbled with the key and unlocked the door. She smiled at him sweetly.
"This suite is gorgeous. I can't wait to see the view."

She walked seductively to the glass doors leading to the balcony. The senator's eyes didn't leave her backside. He walked slowly behind her working up the courage to make a move. Liliya stayed inside. She didn't want anyone to see what was about to happen.

Liliya sipped in a slow breath. She was nervous.She made sure to twirl her finger in her hair and make it look as if she were nervous because she were flirting with a powerful man.

She had never seen anyone killed. However, she knew it was necessary. And she knew it was unlikely that it would be the last time.

She kept her back turned while it happened. She knew that Alek, no, Tim could do it. She heard a gurgle and some very wet breathing sounds.

She shook her head for a moment and took some more deep breaths.

"What surfaces did you touch? I will wipe them down." Her voice was steady. She slid on a pair of surgical gloves that she had hidden in her bikini top. She wiped down the doors, just in case. She took the senator's ring. She found his wallet and emptied it of its cash. She took his watch.

"This way it will look like a robbery, but I don't have any pockets. Can you stash these items?" She purposefully didn't look at the growing puddle of blood on the floor, or the senator's lifeless face.

 

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Alek wiped the blood off of his knife as she worked keeping a well-trained eye on how she handled the death of the senator. She didn’t look at the body and he could tell she was struggling with it but other than that he was impressed. She maintained her steely resolve kept working and most importantly didn’t give in to the panic or shock. She was by no means a killer that much was certain but he could handle that for now. Time and training would teach her to be more ruthless and to shut down her emotions this wouldn’t be there last kill and soon they would be in the heart of America’s government.

For better or worse

“Good thinking” Alek said speaking as kindly as he could as he stepped over the senator’s lifeless body. He took the things and pocketed them returning the cleaned knife as well. He gave her a nod to show that they were done here then grabbed a rag pausing to wipe off both door handles (as well as put up the do not disturb sign) before ushering her out and into the elevator.

“We will be leaving tomorrow” Alek said thumbing the button for the lobby and turning to her “I already have us checked in to the honeymoon suite”

As if on cue the elevator binged opening them up to the floor there suite was on. Alek quickly slipped her elbow into his kissing her cheek and making sure to keep her close to him as they moved to the honeymoon. He had heard American’s couldn’t keep their hands off of one another while on honeymoon and he was determined to play the part to the best of his ability. It helped that his new wife was beautiful and attractive he supposed even though he knew he would be the same way even if she wasn’t.

“Here we are” Alek murmured opening the door to their room and ushering them inside before closing it “your bags and things are in the main bedroom” he explained moving to the sink to properly clean his knife.

 

[wideeyedone]

Liliya liked the feeling when he took her arm in his. She was relieved that they were now in the suite. The room was cold to her, as the air conditioner roared. Her bikini was not offering any coverage. Being a dancer, she was used to changing in front of others, or wearing very little. But she wanted to get dressed. She was with her husband and she didn't want to be wearing what she wore to seduce the dead senator.

She opened her suitcase and chose a simple white sundress and pale pink undergarments. She padded into the master bath and took a quick shower, washing away the chlorine and the afternoon. Then she brushed out her hair and fixed it in a simple braid. She dressed and met her husband. He was very carefully cleaning his knife.

She waited for him to finish.
"Tim, would you like to talk? I thought we might work on our backstory. How we met. How we fell in love. Our family histories. Oskar told me that Americans are very open about such things and will ask about them when we meet our neighbors and our customers."

She toyed with her braid as she spoke. It wasn't an affection, she was just restless and nervous. She knew her life was bound to his, and that they had to figure out a way to make it work. It was up to them to make the best of it.

 

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He watched her going about her business admiring her form and the way she moved throughout the room. She was clearly an ex-dancer her body and movements to fluid and with a slight flourish. He supposed it would help with her background and fitting in, Americans loved a patron of the arts and would no doubt gush and ask her as many questions about her dancing career as possible. He had no doubt she would handle it expertly and have them eating out of the palm of her hand.

Alek had no doubt that she would be the shield to their little ruse. He was an operative trained to do his job and do it well. Subterfuge, assassination, killing, it was all second nature to him and his bread and butter. He however wasn’t as well versed in the art of being social or even of “fitting” in. He liked keeping to himself even before he entered the agency instead focusing on his studies. His single minded pursuit f his goals was one of the things that made him so effective at his job…… Even if it made him less effective at being “undercover”

He heard her come out and turned flipping his knife and expertly fitting it back into it’s sheath. He leaned back hearing her words and nodding in agreement.

“You’re correct” He said nodding “It would be a good idea to get our stories well practiced and down pat I doubt we will warrant suspicion right away but still”

He walked over to the mini fridge scowling at the cheap American liquor but never the less pulling out two small things of vodka. He handed her one gesturing for her to sit at the table with him before retaking his seat and leaning in to study her.

“You do realize the full extent of what is asked of us?” Alek asked watching her closely “We will probably never return home and they will expect us to fit in as an American couple which means kids at one point are you prepared for that?” He asked watching her studying her to gauge her reaction to the news.

 

[wideeyedone]

Liliya took a sip of the proffered vodka.

"I know what is expected. And I know I will never go home. I haven't been at home since I was a slip of a girl. Just six. I was taken to the ballet school. My family would not know me if I walked past them"

She thought about his words, about children. She wondered if he was talking about children, or if he was talking about her being prepared to have sex with him.

"I know we will have to look like an American family. I have been thinking of our story. My training officer, Oskar, he told me to stop thinking of myself as Liliya and to think of myself as Ginny. So I have been thinking of Ginny's life. I have been thinking of how she met her handsome husband, Tim. Since you are a photographer now, I was thinking we might have met when you were taking my picture."

She rested her chin on her hands. She felt shy with Tim which was unusual for her. They had not been to bed together yet. But she knew it was to come. She was pleased with his strong, fit body and his dark hair and handsome face.

She found herself wondering what he would be like in bed. Would he allow himself to enjoy it, or would he be efficient and perfunctory?

She placed her hand over his.
"We need to get used to being together."

 

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He looked at her hand over his not disliking the warmth and feel. It was strange to be married to some one yet never experience any form of intimacy with them.

Or with any one

He looed at her debating on telling her that he was a virgin, she would find out eventually he knew but he still dreaded telling her. She was bound to have some experience at the very least or at least more than he. It wasn’t exactly his fault per say, he hadn’t had time for girls as a teenager and since he went right into the army afterwards and recruited by the KGB……..

There was simply no time

“I agree with you” He said drawing upon his training to appear calm and collected “I have also been thinking about my life as Tim and our life here they tell us at the academy that we have to forget every thing about the motherland yet still remain loyal to it some thing I admit I have difficulties with” He said thinking about the pocket watch hidden in his suitcase.

“I think from now on we must truly live our roles” Alek said giving her hand a squeeze “we must not talk about mother Russia in case any one is listening”

He drained his vodka and nodded before continuing “I agree you were a professional dancer I was there to take a picture of you it was love at first sight Americans like that quite a bit I’ve been told”

“Also from now on we will be sleeping with each other” He said trying not to sound so awkward “I understand it can be some what uncomfortable to sleep with a complete stranger so we don’t have to start having…… relations if you at first don’t feel comfortable with it”

He didn’t now if he was saying it for her benefit or for his. He wanted to have sex with her…. Hell he knew it was his duty to and he certainly wanted to but he was unsure if he would be any good. This was going to be his wife and partner after all and even though he appeared calm and collected this was territory he was not knowledgeable in. He knew the basics of course but every one who spoke about there first times always said it wasn’t very good and instead awkward. He stroked her hand softly shifting in his seat as he starred very very hard at the wooden dining room table.

 

[wideeyedone]

She could feel his hesitation, but she didn't know why it was there. She wondered if he had heard about what the training camps were like for female recruits. Several of her instructors had felt the need to ensure that she had seduction skills. She had not any choice in the matter.

But it would be different with Alek..., no she told herself, Tim. It would be different with Tim. She looked at him and smiled.

"I am from New York. My parents died in a car accident when I was a teenager. I danced professionally until I tore the ligaments in my knee. Now, I work in my husband's camera store and sometimes model for him."

She kept rubbing his hand as she talked. She took his hand in both of hers and she pressed her lips to his fingertips. She kissed each of his fingertips, all the while looking at him.

He seemed even more nervous. Ginny bit her lip. Did he not find her attractive? Perhaps, he had been in love with someone else. Perhaps, he didn't like women. Or perhaps he just didn't like her.

She laid his hand back on the table. She didn't take her hand away from his.

"It will take some getting used to. Being together. Sharing a bed. But we will get used to it. Tell me Tim's story?" Her voice was honeyed and soft, she took another sip of vodka.

 

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Tim’s story

Alek knew it by heart studied the contents of his dossier so often and so much the words were more or less burned into the back of his brain. He knew every thing there was to know about time and could recite the facts as easily as if they were his own facts. The problem however was that while he knew them he hadn’t lived them or experienced them. In short he had a hard time selling the lie the very training that made him so much of an effective agent didn’t make him a very good actor. It was a problem he had yet to really struggle with but once he got to DC he would have to be at his best.

He groaned in pleasure when she hissed his fingers looking at her with dark intense eyes “that feels good” he murmured before sighing and composing himself.

“I am from Virginia” Alek said looking at their hands together “I came from a small town and always had a love for photography I studied at the community college and then at an art institute a few years later I traveled the world for a while taking portraits before I finally met my wife and got a chance to open up my own store in DC”

He tried very had to make the facts more than facts to paint them as a story and experience he had. He didn’t know if he was able to but at least he knew the story as best he could.

“I’ve never been with a woman” He blurted out before closing his eyes and refusing to look at her “so yes it will take some getting used to more so on my part”

 

[wideeyedone]

Liliya smiled at him.

"We will take our time. When you are ready." She kept his hand and lead him to the bedroom. "Let's just lie together and talk." She whispered. She watched him lay back against the pillow. She took off her dress and laid beside him in her pink bra and panties. They weren't any more revealing than the bikini she had worn earlier.

She laid beside him and held his hand.

"I had been attracted to you when you took my picture, but dancers don't get to fall and love and get married. But then I damaged my knee and you came to see me in the hospital. You brought me lilies. I was so devastated when I hurt my knee, but my love for you gave me a new dream. You were so loving and encouraging, I knew that I could have a purpose beyond the stage."

She scooted closer to him in the bed as she wove her tale.

"You helped me rebuild the strength in my leg. As I got stronger, we took long walks. We shared our stories and you gave me hope. Then soon,, you asked me to marry you. And I was delighted. We married at city hall."

She laid her arm across his stomach and laid beside him.

"I know you barely know me and I am unskilled in so many ways. But I will be a good partner to you. I will do everything I can to do our duty and keep you safe."

Her voice was serious but soft. She didn't want to rush him or make him uncomfortable. She just wanted him to learn to trust her.

 

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He followed slightly mesmerized and for the first time unsure of what to do next. Alek was a man who was always in control in some way, his training as a operative taught him to master any situation he was in to be the one in control. This however was the complete opposite of being in control he had never done…. Well any of this before! Never laid with a woman or shared a bed with them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to (or didn’t imagine it a lot) but his life never allowed him the chance to. He often debated about going down to the more seedier districts in Russia and buying his virginity away but….. His mother was catholic and even though he didn’t necessarily believe in waiting until marriage……

Technically they were married

He listened as she weaved her well their tale, eh supposed he could imagine it in a way watching her and falling in love with her. The smell of lilies as he visited her in the hospital, long talks that led to some thing more. It was such a pretty picture one his mother would even be proud of. He knew she would like her approve even she had always wanted to see him married……

She began to undress and his eyes widened taking in the site of her, she wasn’t more undressed than she had been in her bikini but it was more that it was her panties and under garments he had never been in a bedroom with a undressed girl. She was continuing to weave her tale and he found himself nodding watching as she sold it with expert precision. She was good at this far more than she gave her self-credit he had no doubt they would do fine in DC. He moved with her naturally continuing to listen to her as they lay together intimately.

“I have no doubt you will be” He finally said clearing his throat “I am impressed with your skills I know we will do well together you weave the story… our life together with such ease people will never doubt that your love for me is fake” He murmured kissing the top of her head even as he felt his cock stirring twitching against their bodies.

 

[wideeyedone]

She looked at him with soft eyes.

"Maybe someday, after we get used to one another... it won't be fake. I hope we do fall in love." She whispered. She reached back and unfastened her bra. She removed it and pressed her body against his.

"We will take our time. We won't make love until you are ready." She kissed along his shoulders and his chest. Her breasts were the same pale ivory as the rests of her skin, but tipped with delicate pink nipples.

She hooked her smooth leg over his leg and then rested her head on his chest. She snuggled in tightly feeling his warmth. She didn't want to press to far, or push him to quickly.

"I will be a good wife to you. I will do everything I can to keep you safe and to serve our homeland."

 

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“I have no doubt you will” He said his mouth going dry as he watched her remove her bra. His first set of tits…. He took them in his mouth beginning to salivate as he thought of capturing them with his hands or perhaps his mouth….. He wanted her so bad! His cock was all but jumping in his pants begging ot be released and get it’s first carnal taste. They were married so he was doing nothing wrong in the eyes of the lord and he desired you.

“I hope we fall in love as well” He told her speaking honestly cupping her face hesitantly and looking into her eyes “And I want this” He said before leaning in and giving her a deep kiss. He pulled her close kissing her deeply passionately his fingers dancing across her back as he kissed her. Her scent was delicious divine even the taste more pleasant than he could ever have imagined. He wanted more no needed more he was a dying man of thirst and only she could quench it.

He pressed his hardness against her whimpering softly at the pleasurable contact. He kissed her again watching her with half lidded eyes of lust as he stroked her face.

 

[wideeyedone]

She hooked her thumbs into her panties and wriggled out of them. And then she pulled his swim trunks down. She pressed her body to his.

She straddled his hips, wiggling against him. She took his hardness in her fingers and guided him in place.

She inhaled and slid him inside of her.

"Like this?" Ginny asked softly. She leaned down and brushed her breasts against his chest as he filled her.

She watched his face to see if he was enjoying her touch.

 

[silvertongue217]

OH GOD

So this was what it felt like to be in a woman. Alek moaned feeling his cock deep inside of her pulsating and shivering in pleasure. The feeling was intense…… The pleasure sublime. His body felt as if it were on fire electric fire that threatened to consume him. He panted and locked eyes with her the orbs showing just how much pleasure he was feeling in the act. He arched his hips experimentally and moaned feeling his cock moving inside of her and her pussy wrapping around his.

He moved in and out slowly panting at the effort. His cock wasn’t used to such warm wetness and it was sheer torture to move inside of her with out feeling the need to release. Would it always be like this? He wondered as he tried to pump more and more moaning all the time would it always feel this good? He continued moving his moans picking up as he moved in and out in and out and made love to his wifes pussy.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny arched her back as she rocked her hips up and down. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts as she worked her body.

"I am yours to enjoy, not just to protect." She offered with a sexy grin. His hands felt so warm and strong on her skin. She wanted his first time to be memorable and loving. For a moment, she thought of her first time, pinned to the floor, under her training officer Oskar. She closed her eyes as the image of him ripping her clothes and forcing himself into her, filled her mind. She shook her head and focused on her husband.

"Tonight is all about you, sweet husband. I want you to enjoy every moment." She allowed her hand to slide up her body and into her hair. Her back arched. Her tits on display for him, her sleek body rocking against him as she rode him.

 

[silvertongue217]

“Oh god” he murmured before he lapsed into Russian and murmured a stream of steamy curses. He had never felt some thing so good or pleasurable in his entire life. He pumped his hips panting slightly at the feelings they threatened to over take him at any minute to send him over the edge that he could already feel coming. Her words only further drove him to his brink and it was with great control he pushed it back and instead focused on the feel of her moving on him. Her words were like delicious honey did she mean what she said? Was he really this lucky to have been assigned some one like her?

He moaned in pleasure and moved in and out deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He wanted to feel her more of her and her delicious pussy and body. Her tits were on display and he easily captured them rubbing and messaging them as he held onto them for dear life. He could feel himself inching closer and closer and panted in pleasure driving his cock deep inside of her.

“going to cum soon”

 

[wideeyedone]

She kissed his throat and worked her hips.

"You don't have to wait my darling. Cum for me. Fill me with your seed." She whispered.

She hid her face against her throat.

"I am yours and you are mine." She whispered in Russian.

Her body began to tremble as she found her pleasure. Her climax washed over her and she cried out against his skin.

 

[silvertongue217]

He heard her words and gripped her hips crying out in pleasure as he felt his cock. He felt his cum flow inside of her and rode out his first orgasm bucking and grinding against her as his moans carried on. He felt his cock finally stop and slumped suddenly feeling spent as his limp cock slid out. He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes letting the reality of what he just did wash over him as he held his wife close. She was committed to him and committed to their mission which was more than he could have asked for.

“Thank you” He finally whispered his voice a little hoarse “I couldn’t have asked for a better first time….. My love” He said kissing the top of her head again and pulling the blanket over the two of them.

 

[wideeyedone]

Ginny laid beside him and rested her head on his chest. She kissed his warm skin and allowed him to cover them with the blanket. She closed her eyes and snuggled in tightly.

She found herself feeling great affection for him. He had been so loving and gentle and she had never experienced that. But she kept those thoughts to herself and did her best to sleep.

She was relaxed and tired so it didn't take long for her to fall asleep. But in her dreams she wasn't in bed with Tim. She was back in the training camp. Oskar's arm across her throat, and him forcing himself inside of her.

She whimpered in her sleep and shivered. She curled up in a ball tightly, gasping and whimpering in her sleep.

 

[silvertongue217]

He felt her whimpering and kicking up a fuss instinctively knowing she was having a bad dream. He hardly ever dreamed except for a few memories and snippets of his mother. He was trained to be a light sleeper so when she began twitching he woke up. He hesitated before pulling her close rubbing the small of her back in slow reassuring circles. He kissed the top of her head and laid there in the dark holding and calming her as best he could. He waited until the light began peeking through the curtains before getting up making sure there bags were packed and their fake identities were all secure. He double and triple checked every thing feeling his nerves started to grow they were due in Washington in a few hours. They would get into their house and get it all set up and at the end of the week meet their new handler who would be supplying them with missions from the Motherland.

He took a deep breath and got dressed pulling on his very American Khaki shorts and stripped Polo shirt. He picked at it a little bit grimacing before sliding on his sunglasses. He felt weird in the clothes but he looked the part and he supposed that was all that really mattered.

He came in softly knocking on the door “It’s time to go” He whispered looking at her nude form and admiring it the memories of their first night together fresh in his mind.