From Russia, With Love...Part 3 | By : Number9Dream Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not know Vladimir Kozlov personally. I am not making any money off of this story, and it is a work of fiction. Nothing written in this story has actually happened. |
He had fallen asleep that following Saturday clutching her shirt to his chest and was awoken suddenly by the sound of his phone ringing. Her name appeared on the screen. Frightened that there was something wrong with his son or her, he answered frantically.
“Renae?!”
“Vladimir…will you come over?” He immediately calmed down.
“Come over?”
“Yes…come stay with me tonight. I want to spend the night with you. I don’t want us to be sexual, of course, but…I miss sleeping with you and the other night felt so good.”
“My therapist say I shouldn’t do that.”
“Okay…” She sounded so disappointed.
“Renae…”
“No, if you don’t think it’s okay…”
“I make my own choices. I will come there.” They hung up the phone and he put his clothes on. He felt so good.
He arrived at their house and knocked on the door. She answered it dressed in a large pink sweatshirt and blue pyjama pants. He rushed to her and held her tightly. They walked to their room, shut the door, and he changed into his pyjamas. She waited for him on the bed and he laid down with her.
He could almost feel the hunger burning in his eyes. He knew it was wrong and so he looked away.
“I feel it, too…” she admitted. He leaned over and kissed her.
“We shouldn’t.”
“You’re right, we shouldn’t…” He suddenly found himself kissing her neck and her collar bone. She leaned her head back and let some soft moans escape her mouth, but then came to her senses. “Vladimir…we really need to not do this.” He stopped.
“You’re right, you’re right….” They separated and didn’t even touch at all but a few minutes later they were at it again, kissing wildly. He pulled her on top of him and he could feel her pussy against his cock through their clothing.
“Vladimir…I’m serious now…we have to stop…”
“You’re right, we do…” They pulled apart again.
“Just hold me, Vladimir.” He pulled her near to him.
“I want to do this every night again.”
“We will.” He couldn’t help it. His desire overwhelmed him. He began to want her so badly and his cock began to get so hard that he sat up. “What is it?” She asked him as she sat up, too.
“Renae, I want you so bad right now that maybe I have to go sit in living room for awhile so I can keep myself calm.” She turned away, perhaps to hide her desire, too.
“That might be a good idea,” she said. However, she began to run her hand down his bare stomach, stopping dangerously close to his cock. He closed his eyes and a pained expression crossed his face because he knew he had to stop her. Before he could though, she leaned over and began to bite his earlobe. He felt powerless against her because he desperately wanted her but he knew he shouldn’t do it. She squeezed his thigh and her hand began to creep closer to his cock when suddenly he grabbed her hand.
“Renae…I can’t…I don’t know if I am ready. I am afraid I might turn into that monster again. I don’t want hurt you anymore. Let’s wait until my therapist says it is okay.” She pulled back and this awful, dejected look crossed her face.
“Don’t you want me?”
“More than you know.” She leaned in again and began to kiss his neck. She leaned back and took off her sweatshirt, revealing her breasts to him. He pulled back and quickly walked out of the room.
For a few minutes he sat on the couch and calmed down, letting his penis go limp. He was very proud that he had stopped her. After a few minutes she walked out of the bedroom fully clothed and sat down next to him.
“I’m sorry.” He turned towards her.
“It is alright. Don’t think I do not want you. I do. I just am afraid I will hurt you…and I do not want that.”
“I understand.” They walked back to the bedroom and she rested in his arms. Suddenly he leaned over and began to tickle her ribs. She squealed with delight as he smiled down at her and began to tickle her waist. She squirmed and squealed and laughed. He laughed along with her and kept on until he began to want to let his hands wander her body. Then he suddenly stopped.
“We shouldn’t wake the baby,” he said, making an obvious excuse. She caught her breath and stopped laughing.
“You’re right, you’re right. So why’d you really stop?” He leaned over and whispered in her ear, not able to restrain himself.
“I want to touch you…everywhere.” She squirmed again, and it was obvious she was turned on.
“I want you to touch me. It’s getting really difficult to restrain myself anymore.” He let his hand slide down her thigh. She moaned…and then he realized exactly what he was doing.
“I can’t, Renae…”
“Please…”
“I can’t. Just let me hold you, and let’s go to sleep.” They held each other as the sexual tension died down, and then both of them dropped off to sleep.
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