Stealing Beauty

I want something, but I’m not sure what I want. The house is crawling with security on nights that he’s not home. It’s not often, but they play poker at least once a month and Mikhail is serious about my safety. I get down to the kitchen, and it strikes me. “Ice cream. That’s what I want. I want some ice cream.” I open the freezer and find the tub of chocolate chip cookie dough. I open it up and start to cry. There’s not enough inside. It’s sadly pathetic, but I break down at the same time I shove a spoon of the cookie dough ice cream down my throat.

There’s only about a handful of spoon-sized bites left. Once I finish my ice cream, I lick the spoon clean and toss it into the sink.

Then I send a text to Mikhail. Out of cookie dough ice cream. Bring more on the way home.

I go back up to our room and open my book again. Twenty minutes later, I hear the security gate unlock and begin to open. I look out our bedroom window and see it’s Mikhail driving in. I hurry down the stairs causing a bit of dizziness. I freeze until I get steady and he comes through the front door with two pints of ice cream. I run into his arms and kiss him. “What are you doing home so early?”

“You needed ice cream.”

“I only suggested on your way home. You didn’t have to finish your game so soon.”

“What if I say how much I missed you? Because I have.” He kisses me deeply. “Now how about I get you some ice cream.”

“What would I do without you?” I sigh, squeezing him tight. I love him so much I can barely stand it.

“Probably be in college right now without a swollen belly.” He froze then growled.

“What’s wrong?” I look up into his light eyes.

“I just had a thought of someone else putting a baby in you. You’re mine, and there is no what if we never met. You’re stuck with me.”

“Lucky for me. Now let me get my ice cream.” He takes my hand and leads the way to creamy goodness.

Mikhail

Five years later

“Touch your pussy. Yes, stroke it for me.” She rubs her little slit while looking into my eyes with hunger. I grab my cock, stroking it from tip to base repeatedly. Her eyes move to my cock, petting herself faster. “Do you like staring at me as I jack off, Marisol?”

She nods, reaching her free hand up to her breasts and squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples. “Damn I wish I had my mouth on your tits, sucking on them until you came. I’ll be home tonight, but can you come for me now, Lyubov moya? Come for me, my love.” I pump faster, lifting my hips with each jerk. My balls tighten up and get ready.

“I’m coming,” she cries out over the screen.

“I’m about to come. Give me all your screams, Marisol. Damn, I wish I had your pretty mouth here to clean me all up. You know you love that, don’t you?”

She nods and whimpers, her hips buck, soaking her fingers as she comes. “Fuck I’m coming, too,” I roar, nutting all over my hand and the floor.

“I love this,” she moans, slipping on her robe.

“Me, too, but it’ll be ten times better when I get home.”

“Thanks for helping my brother.”

“I’d do anything to make you happy. He needed it. The hurricane destroyed this place. I’m glad that the crews got it cleaned up and the power working pretty fast. Now, I can come home to my lovely, beautiful family.”

“I can’t wait.” I can hear crying in the background. It’s coming from the baby monitor. We have three kids: two sons Mikhail junior and Luka, and our youngest is a little girl, Sasha Maria, named for both our mothers. “Our baby girl is up it seems. I love you, but I have to go change her.”

“I love you, too. Give the baby kisses for me,” I tell her, missing my babies.

“Always. I love you. Please come home safe.”

“Always,” I reply before she ends the session.

It’s been a week since I’ve been gone. It has been hard, but there is no way I would have brought my family here without it up and running smoothly. In fact, that’s why I’m here, helping the business end to get everything managed and prepared to reopen. I’d rather be home, but I couldn’t in good conscious not help. My brother-in-law got over our rather unorthodox beginning.