Russian Enterprise Ch. 12
Author's Note: Many apologies for those patiently waiting to see this series drawn to a close. Unfortunately my only PC is a laptop, which suffered a keyboard failure. I had purchased an extended warranty and sent it off for repair, not knowing that it would not be returned for nearly four months and that it would be returned with the same problem. I have since given up on the failed repair process and am using a USB keyboard which, luckily, appears to be working.
This is the final chapter of a chain story written with SxRx and WhiteWave48. We truly hope the readers have enjoyed reading this as much as we have enjoyed writing it.
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Prologue
As the small chartered jet arced upward into the bright, clear morning sky, Carson peered out a window and watched helplessly as Kingston grew increasingly smaller. Somewhere down there was the woman he loved, with a man he wanted to despise. Yet he could only muster a begrudging respect for Tony, no matter his distaste for what the man represented.
At least Tony was up front and honest about whom he was. There was no deception. He was a lion and proudly showed his colors, which said much more than some of the chameleons he'd dealt with in the "respectable and legal" world of big business.
"Sir?" a female voice stirred him from his thoughts while holding a clear, thin plastic cup.
He glanced up into her pretty, smiling eyes, smiled back, and appreciatively accepted the drink. Jamaica was no longer visible, so he held his drink up and toasted the blue ocean.
"To you, Tony," Carson whispered with a respectful grin. "You keep your word, and I'll keep mine."
He hoped she understood why he had to leave so suddenly, and so soon after arriving. But at least they had last night. How could he have developed such strong emotion for a woman he barely knew? He was still mystified by how quickly each of them professed their love for one another.
With his thoughts centered on Katya, he sipped his drink and recalled the emotionally uplifting and physically redeeming embrace that cemented their inexplicable affection for one another. Before long fatigue caught up with Carson and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep...
Katya and her younger sister Lena were huddled together in a room. Both were frightened to the core as howling winds shook the hotel to its foundation. Outside impossibly strong gusts shattered weaker buildings with horrific ease and sent the debris flying in a whorl of deadly destruction. The windows of their hotel were smashed, and sent shards of glass flying.
Both women cried out in pain as razor-sharp daggers shredded their clothing and gashed unprotected skin. Drops of blood collected at the wounds and trickled down their bodies. The empty frame could no longer hold back the fierce storm, which continued battering their trembling bodies with fragments of all variety.
"How could your Carson have left us at such a time?" Lena had to scream at the top of her lungs into Katya's ear to be heard over the deafening noises of the hurricane. "We must go down to the shelter!"
But Katya already suspected what Tony would seek in exchange for their safety. How could she break her pledge?
"I can't!" she shouted back.
Lena knew what was preventing her sister from escaping the storm's hellish wrath. "Carson has abandoned you, Tony has not. Come, before we both die at the hands of your stubborn pride!"
Lena stood, half-hunched, and tugged on Katya's wrists. Several times she fell before finally dislodging her sibling. Overcome with fear, realizing that dying was not going to do herself or Carson any good, Katya finally relented. The two women struggled to pull the door open and escape Hurricane Dean's violent fury.
'He'll understand' kept echoing through Katya's mind as they fled down the steps to looming safety.
"This way!" Lena frantically screamed as the storm raged.
More muffled crashes and thunderous explosions of glass sounded overhead. It was suddenly all too much for Katya, who fell to her knees, exhausted and wounded in so many terrible ways.
"Get up, we're nearly there!" Lena pleaded. "It's just beyond that closed door! Please!"
Lena again had to grab her sister's wrists to pull her up. Finally Katya's form arose and the two half-walked, half-stumbled to the locked steel door. They both screamed and banged on it with the little remaining strength they had. When it opened, their battered, aching bodies tumbled deliriously inside.
By the time the Russians regained awareness, both were naked and lying down on an immensely large bed. The twins, using towels and a first aid kit, cleaned and patched up their many cuts. As they were finishing, Tony appeared.
"Help Lena into bed across the hall," he instructed. "I'll see to it that Katya is taken care of. Thanks, girls, for all your help."
They ran to their daddy, hugging and kissing him in appreciation for his praise, before returning to Lena and helping her up. Once they were gone Tony closed and locked the door.
"You are as stubborn as you are beautiful," Tony decided. "Luckily you've come to your senses. Tell Carson nothing of this indiscretion and I'll make sure Boris obtains the signature you need. And then you'll soon be joining your beloved in America and be on your way to a happy new life."
Katya moved to a sitting position on the bed and looked at him fearfully. She knew there was nothing she could do now but give him what he'd been wanting all along. Her body tensed while emotionally bracing herself for what had been inevitable since the very start. Tony sat down on the bed alongside her, his arms extending around her body as his mouth leaned toward hers...
Carson awoke with a start. Initially he was confused about his surroundings until his mind slowly recovered and reality began reclaiming hold of his mental function. He uncurled his stiff fingers from around the armrests of the plush aircraft passenger seat and worked the cramped digits loose. His stomach was knotted with nervous apprehension.
"I hope I made the right decision," he whispered to himself, shaken by the bad dream.
The whole Russian Enterprise for Carson was, for better or worse, playing itself out. It seemed like a lifetime ago since he first spotted Keller's fiancée, Natasha, in the parking garage on that fateful afternoon. Seeing the new couple was what had gotten Carson hooked in the first place. Now, after so many traded stocks and exchanged monies, the moment was drawing near. It would happen or not, and either way it would change him forever.
1
Carson waited nearly a month, living day by day with fear overshadowing him, before he received any word at all. He figured it was a ploy by Tony to make him squirm and to remind him who was really running the show. Yet Carson could not, and did not, give up. He faithfully checked his voice mail messages and email morning, noon, and night, from home and at work, confident that one day he would receive word. And finally, he did.
Katya was finally able to send an email from Russia, where he guessed she had returned to not long after the hurricane. He could hardly believe it when he saw the new email message pop up. The address line was foreign and unrecognizable, but the message box told him all he needed to see.
From Katya, Don't Delete!!!
His entire body slumped forward, suspecting that this was it. This was either confirmation that they would be together, or the terrible news that they would not. His entire body started trembling as his right hand moved the mouse arrow over the message, which turned blue. Carson could hardly collect the courage required to open it. His eyes stared long and hard before he could do anything. And then, after taking a deep breath, he left-clicked on it.
My Dearest Carson,
Darling, each day without you is impossibly hard. There are times when I lose all hope and simply want to fade away, but then I realize it is no easier for you. It is you, Carson, and the hope that one day we will be together, that gives me the strength to go on. Tony has told me not to contact you or risk ruining everything, but Boris finally consented to let me send this. However, time is short.
I know it must have been difficult for you not knowing if we survived the storm. We all have, fortunately, but not all were so lucky. The island was left devastated. Tony was kind enough to lend all the help he could to its victims, which surprised and humbled me. I also want to report he was a perfect gentleman to me throughout the entire ordeal.
Lena received her visa and while I returned to Russia, she left for Tampa Bay with Tony. I hear from her every week or two, just enough to keep in touch. She told me that Lorraine, Tony's wife, is getting worse by the day. It hurts him terribly to see her degrade from the drug and alcohol addictions, but that is how she chooses to live. Lena has expressed her complete faith that she will be with Tony in the end.
I wish I could put into words how much you mean to me. I long to hold and touch you, Carson. I want these things so badly that it hurts my heart. Without you I am left so very empty. You have all of my love for as long as I live and breathe.
With deepest love,
Katya
Carson could not possibly contain his emotions. All of the building stress and frustration of not knowing was finally released. He closed his eyes as he sat behind the desk in his office and pressed the thumb of his right hand against one closed lid, and the index finger upon the other.
He desperately tried shifting the focus of his thoughts to other things to keep the tears from flowing, but they would not be denied. Carson silently cried as his body shook, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and splattering onto the keyboard.
"Mr. Peters, I have..." his secretary began to announce as she stepped into his office, but the sight of the CEO in a rare emotional state stopped the woman in her tracks.
Without looking he blindly waved her out with his left hand. The young woman respectfully backed out and closed the door, giving him the privacy he both needed and deserved.
He sensed he'd be hearing from Tony next. The email was no coincidence; Tony was more careful than that. He'd instructed Boris to allow her to send it. Tony was running the show at his pace, slowly building hope and excitement, milking the CEO for all he was worth. There was still a sizeable payoff due.
2
Carson wasn't wrong. Two days later a hand-written note showed up in his mail box, mixed in with the utility and cable bills, and two credit card offers. It was both clear and concise, just like Tony.
Friday, Tampa IA, baggage carousel.
He correctly assumed Tony had the means of obtaining the flight arrival details on his own after the reservations were made. Once inside his luxurious but lonely home the CEO walked by the fish tank and warmly greeted his only companions, who were mostly oblivious of his presence.
"I think you'll have company in a month or two, guys. And trust me, you'll love her every bit as much as I do."
The next day Carson left the office promptly at six and was whisked away from the curb in an airport limousine. The trip was pretty short-notice so he skipped the charter jet and instead flew commercial, just like every other ordinary person; well, almost.
Despite all the news about skyrocketing delays, cancellations, and calls for a passenger bill of rights and other legislation, the trip proceeded smoothly. Once they arrived at the gate he pulled an overnight bag from the overhead compartment and followed the rest of the deplaning passengers to the baggage area. He glanced around as he waited and watched as Lena walked forward through a crowd. His heart skipped a beat as he set his eyes on the lovely young creature.
Sexy to a fault, the younger sister of the woman he loved was dressed in a revealing short red skirt and a red-and-white striped top. The bottom of the blouse was tied off under her ample bosom, leaving her flat belly exposed. Every inch of visible skin was perfectly tanned, and radiated with a healthy glow. He wasn't the only man taking notice of the gorgeous woman. Many male eyes appreciatively fixated on her jiggling breasts and seductively swaying ass.
She approached and leaned upward, gently kissing a cheek. "You look very good, Carson."
He smiled while glancing around at the other men. "And you look absolutely stunning, Lena. I wasn't expecting to be met by you."
After taking his right hand in her left, she led him away. "Tony is full of surprises lately."
The talking stopped as he followed her lead. They stepped outside and were ushered into a waiting airport limousine. Seconds later it entered the slow-moving traffic and began inching away from the terminal.
"How is everything?" he asked.
She looked down and nervously rubbed the knuckles of her left hand. Her gaze then turned to the side window as she appeared to think very carefully, perhaps uncertain as to how much she should be telling. A few seconds later she looked him in the eyes and answered.
"Lorraine... all is not well," Lena admitted in a hushed whisper. "Tony found her lying in bed, unconscious. She has been in a coma for two days, and the doctors are not very hopeful. He's been very upset and edgy lately, so please don't take offense if he does not treat you as well as he has in the past. It's a difficult time for the family for many reasons which I am not at liberty to discuss."
"Of course, I'm very sorry," he responded apologetically and said no more.
Once they were downtown the driver eased the limousine off the highway and down the off ramp to a traffic light. Carson was not familiar with the area, but based on his observations, it appeared to be an area avoided by tourists and upstanding citizens. Young men who appeared to be wearing gang colors hung out on the sidewalk in small clusters. As he watched, a car pulled up to one such group and made a quick exchange.
Lena sensed his growing apprehension. "Don't worry; it's not what you think. And the driver is quite capable of handling any situation that might arise."
He found her reassuring words less than assuring, but he trusted Lena implicitly. Carson hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath, and expelled it in a long gasp. A minute later the driver turned the vehicle into a dark three-level parking garage and stopped near the center of the old structure at ground level. It was littered with abandoned beer and booze bottles, along with expended drug paraphernalia.
Lena shifted toward him. "I'm sorry it has to happen like this, Carson. This is why Tony sent me. He thought my presence might make this task less... awkward. I'll need all of your clothes."
He was visibly stunned. "What? You must be joking!"
"No," she answered while placing a hand on his right thigh. "Knowingly or unknowingly, you've attracted the attention of the FBI. Tony has chosen to trust you, Carson. He doesn't believe you're cooperating in the investigation, but your presence still places him at great risk. He can't be too careful. Please, your clothes."
Carson didn't hesitate any longer. He couldn't bear the thought of his own actions being the reason why the deal fell through. It felt weird disrobing in front of his fiancée's younger sister, but he could understand how much more awkward it would've been doing the same with a burly goon sitting beside him. He tried to think of pending business issues, but it didn't work for long. After peeling the black silk boxers down his muscular legs he was already beginning to stiffen.
As each article of dress clothing was removed, Lena checked for any personal effects and pulled them from the pockets. Afterwards she stuffed his clothes into a black trash bag. It was apparent he would not be seeing them again.
"Thank you, Carson. The FBI can be extremely clever when they have to be," she explained before opening a door and tossing the bag onto the littered concrete floor outside. "There's just one more thing I have to check for."
The soft fingers of her left hand grasped the hardening shaft. Any hope of not getting erect was quickly abandoned as his cock surged with life. Lena softly giggled as she shifted her fingers up and down the pulsating mass. He hadn't been with a woman since that wonderful night in Kingston, which seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Hmmm, very nice," she cooed. "And very hard. No wonder why Katya has been so anxious to be back in your arms."
"Just do what you have to and get this over," the CEO whispered in a embarrassed tone.
She looked up and watched as he shifted uncomfortably in the seat. Her eyes were smiling as she had the man of her sister's dreams in such a compromising position. Now she understood why Tony enjoyed the life he lived. There was nothing more thrilling than being in complete control of a man who was in control of so many others. This was real power.
Her right hand reached beneath his balls and checked for a wire. Lena then checked further back, probing the opening of his anus. He jumped several times as the inspection was performed.
"He's clean," she announced to the driver, who silently nodded his understanding.
"Tony took the liberty of shopping for your clothes. As for the shoes he took a guess at the size, but they're made of the best Italian leather and are his gift to you. We hope everything fits."
Once he was dressed the driver guided the limousine back onto the city streets. Carson breathed a sigh of relief after the unpleasant task had been finished. Lena wasn't kidding when she told him at the airport that Tony was full of surprises. He silently wondered how many more there'd be.
"One more stop, and then you'll see Tony," she informed him. "I'm sorry it has to be like this, but we have to be careful."
"I understand," he responded agreeably, but felt as if this time things had gone too far.
They drove several more blocks, leaving the bad neighborhood behind them. The driver next pulled the vehicle into an alley between a Catholic church and a convenience store. Lena got out on her side and motioned for Carson to follow. Less than a minute later they descended the concrete steps of an outside staircase down to a church basement door, which she tapped in a pre-arranged series of knocks.
They heard the sound of a heavy bolt being moved, and the door pulled opened. Carson watched as a priest greeted Lena warmly and showed them inside. The door was shut and the bolt locked in their wake.
The basement was old, with a strong musty smell. It seemed like an odd place to find himself at, but Carson kept his questions at bay. They were shown to a small church office where a computer was waiting.
"Tony needs the final payment," she explained. "One hundred thousand, as agreed upon back in Kingston. The routing and account numbers are on that yellow sticky paper on the side of the screen."
"This is so quick, I need more time, Lena," he quickly complained. "I have to make sure the investments I'm trading are the best for me, and for Katya."
"There is no more time," she firmly responded. "It is now or never. Trust me; you won't regret doing this, Carson. But if you don't, regret will rest at your doorstep for an eternity."
His mind reeled as it flooded with so many thoughts and emotions all at once. He wanted desperately to trust Lena, but how deeply had she gotten herself involved in family matters? Tony was the man who had won her heart... would she go so far as to betray him and her own sister's future?
She sensed the conflict and lightly grasped the sides of her face, pulling his gaze into her eyes. The sparkling orbs were wet with moisture.
"Trust me, and trust your heart. I wish I could say more, but I can't."
The look in her eyes told him she was being honest. Katya had that same look, and it once again reminded him of the one night they'd shared in Kingston. He felt a twinge of longing as he knew there would be no happiness for him without his Russian lover.
"The housing market has been on a hot streak, but I sense it might be coming to an end," he told her as he sprung into action. "Maybe getting out now might be the wisest choice."
As she watched, Carson sold off groups of stocks in his portfolio and transferred the funds first to one account, then another. In the final transaction, one hundred thousand dollars was deposited into Tony's off-shore bank. There was little doubt the deposit would be confirmed before they arrived at their last destination, wherever that was. Carson wondered how many more surprises would be waiting.
3
A short while later the limousine parked in front of a large, three-story brick home in a well-established neighborhood. The structure dominated the street with its impressive size, architecture, and meticulous landscaping. Carson was immediately impressed. Lena led him up cement steps to a porch, then inside to a foyer. A staircase was off to the right, and a living room replete with a large fireplace was to their left. He stepped up to Tony, who was patiently waiting.
"Carson, you're looking good," Tony greeted before shaking his hand.
"You too," the CEO responded. "I'm sorry to hear about Lorraine."
Tony winced, making it evident that the subject was still a very painful one. "It's been hard on all of us, and the Feds haven't been making our lives any easier. They've made it nearly impossible to keep the family business going. I really needed the money, Carson. Thanks."
"How long will it take to get the signature and a visa for Katya?" he asked, bracing himself for the worst.
"Well, with everything that's been going on... Several more months, possibly longer," Tony answered.
He gave Carson a few moments for the news to sink in. The seasoned CEO didn't show any sign of emotion like the true professional he was. But deep down inside Tony was sure the news was crushing.
"Tony, stop your teasing, you're terrible," a woman's voice announced from behind.
At that moment everything had a dream-like quality to it. Spoken words distorted as his head began swimming. He turned toward the stairway and the voice he recognized as Katya's. Carson wanted so badly for it to be her.
When his gaze focused on a woman standing halfway down the stairs, he gasped in stunned amazement. It really was his Katya. She was a vision of beauty as she proudly stood, wearing a tan, long-sleeved, ankle-length fleece robe that tightly hugged her neck. A brass zipper held it closed from head to toe.
"Katya!" he cried out.
"Carson!"
They quickly closed the distance separating them. He pulled her slender body into his arms and held on tightly. He pressed the left side of his face against her right cheek and breathed in her wondrous scent, desperately trying to convince himself that their reunion wasn't a dream. His heart was beating hard and fast as he held on and refused to let go.
"Oh Katya, I can't believe this!" he breathlessly exclaimed. "Please tell me you're staying!"
"I'm all yours, Carson, for tonight and the rest of our lives."
Carson felt hot tears streaming down his face. All of the stress and tension of the entire ordeal had taken a large emotional toll, but at that moment he knew it had been more than worth it. He leaned back and looked into those piercing blue-grey eyes and noticed that she, too, was shedding tears of relief and happiness.
"Take me upstairs," she suggested.
Still holding her lithe body in both arms, they awkwardly mounted the steps to the second floor. She whispered directions, and a few steps later they entered a large bedroom above the living room. A night light cast a dim yellowish glow, illuminating an antique, king-sized four-poster bed and two matching dressers. The bed was covered by a gold-colored blanket with mosaic patterns. There was a vanity off to the left near a single window which was closed off by a heavy curtain.
Carson kicked the door closed and walked her to the edge of the bed. They stood there in complete silence. As they struggled to comprehend what was happening, they gently wiped each other's faces dry with their fingers.
"Don't let go, Carson."
"I won't, not until I know this is all for real."
They fell onto the bed, digging their heels and elbows into the mattress as they moved toward its center. Their beating hearts merged into one as they softly kissed eyes, cheeks, chins, noses, necks, and lips. Being together was all they wanted, and to finally be holding each other boggled their confused yet hopeful minds.
Carson judged the lapse of time by listening to the periodic movements below as people walked around. Muffled voices could be heard from time to time. Much later, the front door opened and the distinctive cries of "Daddy!" and fast thumping of feet made it clear the twins were back from wherever they had been. He could easily imagine them hugging, kissing, and rubbing all over Tony.
When he heard sleep-breathing sounds Carson realized Katya had drifted off. He was more than happy to listen to each and every breath as if they were priceless gifts of undying love. The sense of time had blurred, but several people climbed the steps to the second or third floors and the living room below fell silent. Finally, with Katya still tightly in his arms, sleep claimed him.
His body jerked as he was startled from sleep. "Katya!"
She softly laughed. "It's not a dream, Carson, I'm for real."
He waited for the cobwebs to clear. "I thought..."
"As did I when I awoke," she admitted, eager for Carson to know everything about the woman inside, especially her growing sexual needs. "Will you make love to me now, darling?"
He smiled warmly and answered, "I will if I can still remember how to."
Her gentle laughter was both beautiful and comforting. "I'm sure it will come back to you."
His mouth covered hers. This time the kissing was passionate. Her soft lips parted in a silent invitation. Carson slowly extended his tongue into her mouth, entwining with hers. They savored the sweet warmth of one another as they rediscovered the joy of physical intimacy they'd both done without for so long. It was a joyful moment for them both as they took the time to enjoy their reunion.
After caressing her soft face his fingers felt for the tab of the zipper at the center of her neck. He quietly chuckled.
"What?" she asked out of curiosity.
"What is it with you and zippers?" he wondered out loud.
Her face lit up with a sexy grin. "Am I not a gift worthy of unwrapping?"
"You know you are, and I'm lucky to have you"
He gently tugged the zipper down its long track, watching as the fabric separated, revealing the smooth skin underneath. Carson pulled it down beneath her heaving swells and lovingly kissed the exposed flesh. Her pulse and breathing quickened with growing excitement as her long-dormant body awakened to his loving touch. His fingers pushed the upper part of her loosened robe apart, lips and tongue continuing their erotic exploration of his long-absent lover.
"Oh, Carson..." she softly whispered as tingling heat filled her loins.
All he could hear were her quiet moans and the pounding of his own heart. His cock was beginning to swell as he became sexually stimulated. It eagerly throbbed inside the cloth prison that contained it. His mouth made zig-zag motions, side-to-side before shifting down as he relished every inch of skin. Soon he felt the rising slope of a breast and covered it with kisses before sucking the swollen nipple between his lips.
"Yes, darling..." she groaned in approval.
Carson slowly devoured the hardened nipple, enjoying how it pulsated in his mouth. He felt her form writhing on the bed beneath him, anxious for the feel of a man again. His mouth trailed across to her other breast, exploring it as thoroughly as the first. He reached both hands inside the robe and cupped the large, magnificent mounds, squeezing on the firm flesh while basking in her beauty.
"You feel so wonderful, my love," he whispered.
His fingertips found the zipper tab and tugged it lower. He separated the opening, exposing her flat belly for his mouth and hands to caress. Katya's moans and trembling intensified the more she became aroused. As the tip of his tongue teased her belly-button Carson detected a hint of her womanly scent and knew she would soon be ready.
"Oh darling... yes."
He scooted down and pulled the zipper to the end of its track. Carson then grasped the sides of the robe and peeled it open, exposing her nude body. He reveled in its amazing beauty, a sight he wasn't sure he'd ever get to see again. Katya smiled down at him before spreading her legs far apart, offering all of herself to the man she so deeply adored.
The yellowish glow of the small light painted her body with a golden hue. The swollen peaks of her heaving breasts sliced through the illumination, casting erotic moving shadows across the upright mounds. His gaze shifted down over her smooth tummy to where the tops of her pubic curls seemingly glistened. The rest of her was cast in secretive shadows, begging to be discovered.
They both sat up facing each other and Katya unbuttoned his shirt. As he pulled his arms from the sleeves she unfastened his belt and loosened the pants. Carson couldn't get naked fast enough. After kicking off his shoes he eagerly shed the rest of his clothes, at last freeing his stiffening cock for his Russian fiancée.
"Oh Carson, we've waited so long for this night!"
He gently cupped Katya's face, guiding her forward. Their faces were nearly touching as he looked deeply into those amazing eyes.
"I love you with all I am, and promise that I will never again leave your side," he pledged with intense sincerity, tears again threatening.
"I love you with all I am, Carson, and promise that I will never again let you leave my side."
Their lips met in a passionate embrace. Katya's mouth opened, welcoming the erotic probing of his wet tongue. It was the moment they'd been yearning for. Finally their reeling minds were convinced this was really happening.
He gently pushed her back as his mouth trailed down her neck. Carson lay down on top, allowing bare skin-to-skin contact. They both moaned in sheer delight while enjoying the intimate touching. Her body was incredibly soft and radiated with luxurious warmth. His was hard and nicely muscled, just as Katya knew it would be.
His lips kissed and fingertips lightly fondled their way down. Carson's playful attention returned to both breasts in turn, once again coaxing the nipples to a hardened condition. He continued his downward motions as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. Katya reached both hands down, grasping his short hair and anxiously pulling his face to her juicy pussy.
"Oh, my God!" she cried out in a breathless voice as he pushed the folds apart and pressed his tongue into her wet crevice.
Katya's body shuddered hard; her shapely hips began desperate pumping motions. Carson delighted in the tangy sweetness of her flowing essence. After probing the slit he next focused on his lover's swollen clitoris. Katya's spasms intensified as wondrous tingling sensations raced throughout her quivering flesh. He eased two fingers into the tight canal, tenderly forcing the velvet-smooth walls to stretch apart.
She focused her mind on the joyous stimulation. It had been so long, too long, and he was such a generous lover, always putting her pleasure before his own. Katya knew she was lucky to have such a loving man in her life.
Carson utilized all of his skill and collective experience to please the woman who he knew was about to brighten his lonely life. He licked and sucked on the throbbing nub while fucking her love canal with two fingers. Juice leaked from Katya's center, dripping onto the bedding below. The rest glazed Carson's face and seasoned his mouth with its uniquely tart flavor.
When Katya felt climax approaching she filled each hand with a portion of the sheet she was lying on and balled them into fists. Droplets of perspiration beaded on her skin and rolled off in random rivulets as her luscious body helplessly shifted and vibrated.
"Oh yes, so good..." she managed to moan in a voice weakened by passion. "Oh Carson, yes... Yes, darling... Yesssss!"
Her sweat-moistened body clenched hard as an orgasm erupted in her supple loins. As tendrils of body-wracking pleasure rippled through her center, Katya literally melted. Essence flooded around Carson's thrusting digits as her writhing form quaked in joyful delight. Juice dripped from her pussy and fed an enlarging circular stain of wetness under her body.
Carson lay on his back beside her, glowing with joyous happiness. He gave Katya time to recover her breath and strength. When she was ready, Katya leaned towards him.
"Let me love you, my darling."
Katya flashed him a sexy smile while moving to her hands and knees. He leaned back, relaxing with an audible sigh, as her mouth returned the favor. She began at his lips before trailing down his neck and chest, lightly dragging her large breasts over his skin. Her mouth hesitated at each flat nipple, teasing them with the flicking tip of her tongue.
Carson's cock and balls surged with excitement, quickly swelling to its full size. He groaned aloud when he felt her warm, wet mouth sucking on each sac in turn while both hands embraced the throbbing shaft. Her soft fingers squeezed and stroked, filling his balls with tingling pressure. A hint of milky wetness began seeping from the elongated opening of the smooth, bulbous head.
Katya pressed her tongue hard against the base of his cock and slowly dragged it up his towering mass. She grinned devilishly as he squirmed in response, getting even harder. Upon reaching the top it swirled over the tip, anxiously swiping away the thick, milky offering. His musk, salty flavor filled her mouth.
"Oh, yes," he groaned in delight.
She licked him several more times, claiming her milky reward before pushing her lips over the head. When Carson felt her hot mouth devouring half his length, his abdominal muscles tightened as joyous tingling surged through his loins. His hips instinctively pushed upwards, thrusting his cock to the back of her throat. Both of Katya's hands gripped the bottom of his manhood and began squeezing in rhythm with the up-down motions of her lips.
Carson's muscles tensed as his breathing turned heavy. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be eaten by a woman's mouth. The licking and sucking action drew his leaking semen to the tip, where it was greedily swallowed. His body was quickly responding to the wondrous attention, and his excitement rapidly intensified. Sensing his building arousal, Katya began eating his throbbing cock faster and harder. Before long he was on the verge of erupting.
"Oh, so good... Yeah, suck it, baby," he groaned aloud, uncaring if others heard his muffled exclamations of pleasure.
She felt his hands grasping the back of her head, controlling the movement of her mouth for maximum pleasure. When Carson started fucking her mouth faster, Katya could tell he was getting close.
He was sweating as his body anxiously writhed. The head of his cock had just turned extra-sensitized and the tingling pressure in his balls multiplied. He savored the joyous delight of his rising cum, knowing climax was at hand. His muscles tightened and strained as he gasped for air. All of his thoughts focused on the increasing pleasure rushing through his loins. He was so close...
Her mouth backed away and she tightly gripped his shaft, preventing the orgasm. Carson was gasping as he raised his head and looked down at her as if to ask why she'd stopped so suddenly. Katya was smiling seductively as she released her hold on his erection, rising up on her hands and knees and straddling his waist.
After straightening up, her left hand grasped his cock as the other separated the wet outer folds of her pussy. Katya felt for the opening and lowered her body, blindly placing him in position. A gasp of longing escaped her lips when she felt his cock pushing into the slick, heated valley. She shifted forward and back until the straining head was pressing at her portal.
He reached his hands down and began caressing her silky smooth thighs. She pressed a palm to her lips and blew him a kiss, which he pretended to catch by opening his mouth. It struck Katya as funny and she softly chuckled in that cute way he loved. As his gaze settled on her lovely, voluminous breasts with their hardened tips, she lowered her body. The tip of his cock insistently pressed upward until her canal entrance widened and allowed the head to push inside.
"Oh Carson, you feel wonderful," she moaned, having missed the feel of his body inside hers.
His hands slid up her thighs and grasped her slender, shapely hips. He never tired of admiring and touching her luscious form. While pulling down, his hips thrust upward, forcing his cock deeper. Katya's tight pussy walls resisted his strong penetrations before finally yielding, allowing him deeper inside. He loved the feel of her hot, juicy canal surrounding his cock with such magnificent pressure.
A part of him wanted to pound into her with wild abandon, but he was also eager to make this night last for as long as it possibly could. So Carson loved her with slow, gentle strokes. He held back his strength and worked himself into her body at a relaxed pace. His hands reached up and cupped the front of her breasts, palms and fingers kneading the firm mounds. The tips of his index fingers rubbed against the pulsating peaks, adding to her arousal.
A short time later he pushed all the way inside. Katya wiggled her hips, taking his juice-soaked cock as deeply as she could. They hesitated for a second, Carson enjoying her pussy so tightly wrapped around his pulsating shaft as she focused on the joyous delight of having his throbbing erection filling her aching void. They were a perfect match for each other from half a world apart.
Their motions resumed, sliding his cock in and out of her sex. Their soft groans and heavy breathing were all that could be heard as they passionately loved one another. Despite their desire for the union to last for hours, the building excitement pushed Katya to the edge of climax once more.
"Oh Carson... Uhhh!" she weakly cried out.
Her glorious body, glistening with perspiration, stiffened in orgasm. As her pussy squeezed around his driving shaft, the tingling heat in her loins radiated outward, released in an explosion of erotic delight. She gasped for air as her entire form wildly shook in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. For several seconds Katya focused on and savored the amazing joy of sexual release as her center flooded with essence.
He felt fresh wetness coating his pumping cock and trickling down over his vibrating balls. It felt so wonderful to him. The sensitized head glided up and down along her inner walls, the wet heat and friction creating such delightful sensations in his body. Tingling pressure continued building in his balls, and the seed they contained began to rise.
Katya could tell from his facial contortions and suddenly urgent thrusting that her lover was about to climax. She squeezed her pussy around him as tightly as she could while raising her body, drawing his cock in and out. Her smiling face, radiating with love, watched him as she returned the pleasure he had twice given to her.
Carson held back for as long as he could but soon the pressure became too much. He thrust upward and burrowed in as deeply as he could. He grunted out loud while ejaculating the first explosive stream of cum into her womb. Their writhing bodies maintained the vigorous motions as he erupted several more times, her squeezing canal milking all of the seed from his balls. After several joyous seconds his tensed body relaxed.
She moved off him and into his arms. Words were unnecessary. They held each other tightly until sleep reclaimed them.
4
Lorraine's passing had been difficult for the entire family. She lingered in a coma for nearly two weeks following liver and kidney failure triggered by a drug overdose. Some questioned if it had been intentional, but Tony knew better. In his heart he knew they still loved each other at some level despite the drug and alcohol-induced haze she lived within. Her body had simply grown weary and couldn't take the abuse any more. In the end it was best for everyone, Tony included.
The family mourned her loss but knew they had to move forward. With the Feds sticking their noses deeper and deeper into the business, Tony knew the family could ill afford to let down their guard. The family's livelihood and freedom depended on it.
The FBI concluded their investigation and presented the case to the Justice Department. This was a nerve-wracking time for everyone. Tony conferred with his defense team, who suggested several solid strategies if he was indicted. But, they were hopeful that enough doubt existed in the minds of the grand jury to throw the entire case out. In the end, the indictment never came. Another legal bullet had been dodged.
Tony found himself falling deeper and deeper in love, but until now hadn't had the time to give Lena the loving attention she so dearly deserved. But with everything returning to normal, he surprised her with a weekend getaway to Kingston.
They arrived late Friday and went promptly to bed for a well-deserved rest. The next day Lena lounged by the pool as Tony took care of several family issues and completed some creative banking, shifting funds between accounts to cover his legal expenses and a few other secret payments associated with the case.
As the afternoon grew late and evening approached, Tony's thoughts turned to Lena. She had been such a big help lately, helping to support him physically and emotionally during the difficult times they'd just survived. Tony wanted to treat Lena to a memorable evening. A smile formed on his lips as an idea came to mind.
Lena was excited about sharing an evening out with the man she loved. He was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit with a light blue shirt underneath the jacket. She was wearing a sinfully sexy black evening dress which emphasized her cleavage and showed off most of her shapely legs. He looked handsome and she was absolutely stunning, as always.
"Shall we be on our way?" he asked.
"I'm ready," she announced, hooking her left arm through his right.
He led her to the elevator and pressed the call button. Once it arrived and the doors opened, he pressed the button for the top floor. Lena looked at him suspiciously.
"You've been full of surprises lately," she commented.
"And tonight I have one more."
Once on the top floor he took her to a stairway and they climbed to the roof. It was a gorgeous evening as they emerged into the open air. Lena gasped in awe as she saw what was waiting for them.
There was a small round table adorned with a white-and-red checkered cloth and a brightly glowing brass oil lamp. Two wooden chairs rested across from each other. Within arm's reach of the table was an ice bucket on its own waist-high stand. A bottle of wine was waiting, with two crystal glasses resting upside down held between metal fingers. She was startled when a violin began to play and a well-dressed musician appeared from virtually out of nowhere.
It was an amazing sight with the lights of Kingston at their feet and a sky filled with stars overhead. There was a light breeze blowing, carrying a faint mixture of joyful sounds up from the streets below.
"It's a beautiful night!" Lena exclaimed as she enjoyed the perfect weather and incredible view.
"I felt we both deserved a weekend away," Tony admitted as he pulled her into his arms. "I haven't had the time to give you the attention you deserve, Lena, but it all changes tonight. I love you, sweetheart."
Lena felt tears of joy immediately filling her eyes. "Oh Tony, you've never said that to me before. I love you too, with all of my heart."
Without looking away from his lovely companion Tony called out, "Bring us our dinner!"
Lena heard someone approaching from behind. A moment later a waiter pushing a cart appeared at their side, which held several covered dishes. The stranger placed three dishes on the small table, removed the stainless steel covers, and retreated.
She curiously looked down at her plate through an initial blast of steam and saw a large serving of Tortellini. Tony had the same thing, while the third dish was piled high with sliced French bread.
Lena reached her right hand over and placed it on top of his left, squeezing his fingers. "Oh Tony, it smells wonderful! Thank you, darling."
"It is I that should be thanking you. I'm not sure I could've gotten through everything I did without your support."
Lena smiled as her eyes moistened with tears. Her sweetly smiling face radiated with deep love in the flickering flame of the oil lamp. At the same time the musician resumed playing his violin, providing the perfect backdrop for their romantic dinner. Her heart swelled with affection as she tried her best not to cry tears of joy. After Tony opened the bottle of wine he poured them each a glass to enjoy with the meal.
They talked very little during dinner, instead communicating with suggestive smiles, flirtatious body gestures, and fleeting under-the-table caresses. Several times she slipped off a shoe and reached her foot out, rubbing it up and down a leg. Lena could tell she had his full attention when, with his eyes sparkling with excitement, his gaze repeatedly settled on her cleavage and the teasing outline of her nipples. He had a way of gazing that she found very arousing.
He made no attempt to be coy in his visual enjoyment of her appealing physical attributes; she wanted him to look as much as he did. Tony refilled their glasses once more and returned the nearly empty bottle to the ice bucket. He glanced down for a moment to collect his thoughts before looking across at her with a serious expression on his face that had Lena immediately concerned.
"Tony, what is it?" she quickly asked.
"I'm a man of few words, so I'll just... Lena, will you marry me?"
The question hit her like a ton of bricks; she was emotionally floored. Lena wanted him badly and was willing to wait for as long as it took, but she never expected him to ask so soon after Lorraine's death. Joyous delight filled her heart as tears flooded both eyes and ran down reddened cheeks. All she could do was silently nod, which she did emphatically, taking no time to pause to consider any other possibility.
After the initial shock wore off, she dabbed her cheeks dry with a cloth napkin and walked over to him. He backed his chair away from the table and she straddled his lap. They were both giddy with happiness and relief.
"I've wanted this since the first time we met," she confided. "I always knew you were the one for me, Tony. You've made me a very happy woman."
"And you've made me a happy man, Lena."
Their open mouths met, lips kissing and tongues entwining in a passionate embrace. They savored the warmth of slow, deep kisses, seasoned by the wine and food just consumed. Their wet tongues parried and thrust in an arousing dance of celebration.
"Are there any more surprises, or have you finally run out?" she questioned suspiciously.
"This is it, I promise," he assured her.
Lena sighed in relief. "Good, then mine will be the last."
He looked confused. "The last...?"
She grasped the back of his hands in hers and pressed them against her lower belly, which had gotten slightly more rounded over the previous month. "You're going to be a wonderful father to our child."
This time it was Tony who was stunned. His jaw dropped open as he looked at her in shock. He'd always wanted to have children, but Lorraine could never give him any. The closest he'd ever come was when he adopted the twins, whom he loved with all of his heart, but it wasn't the same. His mind could barely comprehend the sheer joy of holding his very own child in his arms, which was something he'd given up on altogether.
"I will be the best father this child could have," he sincerely pledged.
Lena glanced over at the musician. Tony knew what she had in mind, and he was in full agreement. With a gesture the man quietly retreated and left them alone.
He gently pushed the narrow straps of the dress off her silky shoulders. Tony leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin, breathing in the wondrous scent of her perfume. Lena's eyes closed as her hands were placed on his thighs for support. Her soft moans sounded like the distant voice of an angel. She felt her dress being inched down. Her body shuddered as he exposed her firm breasts, the nipples already swollen with excitement and pulsating with every beat of her racing heart.
His gentle caresses sent electric-like jolts surging through her awakened flesh that took her breath away. Fingers lightly outlined and fondled each breast, intentionally ignoring the straining tips that silently screamed for his loving attention. Tony knew how best to arouse her and he ignored the vibrating nipples, caressing her soft swells without touching them. Lena could feel the stirrings of excitement warming her loins from the intimate contact.
When the time was right, as the hardened nipples ached for attention, Tony lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth. She gasped and immediately stiffened as the tip was surrounded by wet heat. The tip of his tongue licked as his teeth gently nibbled, dragging up and down the pulsating shaft. Lena flinched and shuddered in delight. Her head leaned back as she moaned into the dark night sky, immensely enjoying the intimate fondling.
"Oh yes, my darling."
His hands moved to her bare thighs and caressed the silky smooth skin. After several moments his mouth shifted to the opposing nipple, giving it equal treatment. The warmth in her loins flared into a smoldering fire of desire. Tony was not immune to the building excitement and his dormant cock began to stir, eagerly beginning to rise inside the confines of his pants.
Lena wanted him so badly. Her trembling fingers anxiously tugged at the buttons of his shirt, opening some while breaking off two in her eagerness. She jerked up hard on the fabric and pulled it free from his pants before pushing it open. And then her soft hands began massaging his muscular shoulders and chest, which she so adored. The increasing heat down below triggered the flow of her wetness, radiating her distinctive womanly scent.
"Fuck me, Tony," she begged, fully aroused and ready. "I need to feel your cock inside me."
He released the nipple he'd been nibbling on and leaned back. Their eyes met in a deep gaze as they were both breathing heavily from the passionate activity. She smiled and looked down, her fingers loosening his pants so she could get at what her body so badly wanted. Once unfastened and unzipped, her soft hands reached inside and guided his genitals out into the open. As soon as her hands began caressing it, his cock completed its growth.
When he pushed her skirt up, Tony noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. She was known to do such things on occasion, but this time it surprised him a bit, but in a decidedly good way. He held onto her hips and guided Lena forward, positioning her pussy directly above his towering shaft. Once his cock was in place, he pulled Lena down and felt it spearing into her wondrous canal.
"Yes, Tony, so good..." she moaned in pleasure.
Her hips wriggled and thrust as she helped squeeze him inside. Her flowing wetness coated his manhood as it penetrated. She lifted up, feeling as he withdrew, and then their rhythmic fucking began. As her body lowered, his hips pushed upward, driving his throbbing cock deeper. In an oft-practiced dance of passion he filled her with all he had.
Her hands moved to his shoulders for support as she rode his lap. Tony cupped her firm breasts and lightly caressed the soft flesh, savoring its smooth texture. Their complimentary erotic motions and heavy breathing fell into an easy rhythm, encouraging their sexual efforts. Soon her essence was dripping down his cock and smearing over the curls of hair clinging to his heavy, twitching balls.
"Yeah, that's it..." Lena groaned in breathless joy. "You're so big, so hard..."
The tempo increased as did their excitement. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on their foreheads from the physical exertions of their coupling. Tony kept pounding upward into her wondrous core as she eagerly lowered, driving him fully into her hot, wet pussy time after time. His large shaft felt so good as it forced her young pussy to widen, reaching so deeply into her.
Her head tilted forward, sweaty and flushed with passion. "Almost, don't stop..."
Lena was getting desperate. She was on the verge of climax but it seemed elusive. Her hips rotated forward and back, generating vibrations that reached her enlarged clitoris. Juice actively seeped from her sex, dripping down her sleek inner thighs. Finally the tingling heat in her loins intensified, pushing Lena to the limit.
Her lithe, shaking body clenched hard in orgasm. Tony felt her pussy tightening around him as her body shuddered with delight. Lena cried out as the hot ball in her lower belly erupted, radiating powerful electric-like bursts of energy through her eager flesh. She was helpless prey to the strong physical convulsions of sexual release. She was shaking like a rag doll as Tony did his best to hang on, driving his cock into her hard and fast.
Finally she relaxed and fell forward, exhausted, against him. Her breathing was deep and desperate as she tried to recover. Her lips kissed the right side of his neck in display of her appreciation.
"Oh, Tony," she moaned. "That was the best ever!"
He reached a hand out and grabbed the bottom of the table cloth, pulling it off. Everything fell to the roof with a loud clatter, with at least some of the dishware smashing apart. The light glow of the oil lamp terminated as it hurtled to its early demise, the flame luckily going out instead of igniting the remaining oil into an uncontrolled fire.
"You're crazy!" she exclaimed with a brief laugh.
"I'm crazy in love," he agreed.
Holding her steady, Tony stood up, lifting her with him. He gently placed her down on the small round table, which supported her from the shoulders to the lower back. Her hands located and gripped the edge of the table and she lay there, legs wide, waiting for his cock to penetrate her again. Her pussy was still leaking juice and it coated her pussy and dripped downward from the slit.
Tony took a moment and slipped off his clothes. She watched as best she could in the darkness of night and smiled when her eyes caught a glimpse of his stiff manhood. He then stepped between her legs and pressed the tip of his cock between her outer folds once more. Lena twitched and softly cried out as he teased her clitoris several times before positioning himself at her opening.
"Yeah, push it in," she whispered, her words frantic and impatient.
Tony grasped her hips with both hands and thrust forward. His cock widened the walls of her steamy canal and pushed all the way back in at once. Lena wildly squirmed on the table as her hips resumed wiggling. The young Russian really knew how to fuck a man, and she did it with such abandon that never ceased to amaze and impress him. Tony pulled back until just the head remained in her, then pounded forward with all of his strength.
Her breasts helplessly shook as he fucked her fast and hard. Lena grunted with each powerful stroke, hanging onto the small flat surface as best she could. His hips moved forward and back, pumping his hard cock in and out of her succulent, juicy sex. As their bodies mated hushed grunts and groans surrounded them, mingling with other noises before being carried off on the night breeze.
The rough, animal-like fucking soon had Lena on the verge of a second climax. She could feel sweat trickling down her moistened skin as the heat in her loins intensified. Her heart was racing and she was panting for each breath as her hips fucked him back with a powerful stroking of her own. His crotch slapped against her own, placing wondrous pressure on her enlarged clit. The growing sensations fueled the fire in her lower belly until it was a burning conflagration of passion and desire.
"Oh, Tony... Tony... TONY!" she cried out in a breathless voice as a second orgasm erupted.
He firmly held onto Lena's hips as her lithe body shook with tremendous spasms. She threw her head back as pleasure gripped her like a hand, powerfully twisting her vibrating form. Tony's hips thrust even faster, ramming her with short, deep strokes, Lena's body took everything he gaze her, the tight sleeve of her center tightly encircling around his pumping shaft.
Even before her climax was finished, Tony felt his own beginning. The way her pussy was milking him soon had his cum rising. He felt the familiar tingling pressure as it started, the sensations quickly intensifying with each movement of his hard cock. He savored the joyful delight while filling her body with his. Lena sensed his condition and released her hold on the table, instead grasping his buttocks. Her pussy squeezed hard as she wiggled her hips and pelvis, teasing him to orgasm.
"Uhhh!" he suddenly called out.
His nude, sweaty body clenched hard as he ejaculated. The first powerful burst erupted when his cock was at its deepest point inside of her. Tony drew back slightly before ramming forward, triggering a second joyous explosion of cum. His body kept moving, ejaculating several more times, each accompanied by a loud grunting sound. When Tony was spent he remained idle inside, completely buried in her sex.
He leaned over her, his mouth finding hers for a kiss, which she was more than happy to provide.
"That was wonderful, Tony," she happily whispered. "I'm looking forward to spending my life with you."
"We'll have a happy family," he vowed.
5
Carson had the financial means to give Katya as lavish a wedding celebration as she ever could have imagined. She looked through several magazines and explored wedding ideas on the internet, but she was a simple woman at heart. Lena was having equal difficulty, for Tony could not do enough for the woman who was carrying his first child.
The sisters decided, instead, on a double wedding at Tony's residence. This would allow them to share their special day in a small ceremony, with just family and select friends in attendance. Carson was reluctant at first, thinking that Katya wasn't comfortable spending his money. But in the end she convinced him of her sincerity, and a collaborative plan was quickly in the works.
Katya flew out to Tampa a week in advance so the sisters could shop for dresses together and make final preparations. They asked the twins to be bridesmaids, who were quite anxious to be involved in the ceremony. It was a lonely week for Carson, who had gotten accustomed to coming home to a house full of the smells of cooking and sharing a bed with his soul-mate. It was a vivid reminder of how much she had brought to his life.
The sisters did a wonderful job of decorating the back yard. They enlisted the help of the twins, who were more than happy to have a hand in it. On Saturday afternoon, with family and close friends in attendance, the double wedding went forward. Bonnie and Connie looked gorgeous in bridesmaid's dresses, which complimented those worn by the brides. Father O'Grady officiated, who looked familiar to Carson from that night not long ago.
At the celebration party afterward, which took place at the family restaurant, Carson had a chance to speak with Bonnie and Connie. They had really matured and both were involved in relationships with young men they'd met at college. Who knew then that he'd be back for their weddings within the next two years.
And at the end of the day, after clearing so many hurdles, Carson and Katya shared the fairy-tale ending they'd been dreaming of for so long.