He nodded as the server laid a huge dish topped with roasted meats and a heavy sauce dripping over it on the table. “When the female is ready, she’ll mate with the male more than twenty times per day. They may not even eat.”
“This is why we’ve missed so many meals?”
“Exactly. But we should eat now for strength. More mating will come.”
Mating.
I wasn’t sure if this was what people talked about in the first few months of their relationship. We’d just truly begun defining ourselves, but Kazimir would give our relationship more meaning.
“And you think it’s safe now...to mate?” I asked.
“Safe enough to move forward with us. Safe enough to consider the fact that you may be pregnant and we should discuss it.”
Dear God. I don’t want to deal with that again.
He’d been tossing out the pregnancy word like it wasn’t a big topic. For me, it was something I’d never considered.
I turned my attention to my plate. “I just need time before talking about...mating.”
“And if you’re pregnant now?”
“We haven’t been using condoms. Perhaps, we can just...use condoms from now on.”
He tenderly grabbed my arm and leaned closer to me. “What’s the timeframe on these condoms? I like fucking you raw. Nothing compares to it.”
“Maybe if you stopped coming inside me—”
“It’s hard to pull out with you.”
And then, in the end, I never wanted him to pull out. I bit my lip as he continued. “I also rather like filling you with cum. It’s become my new pastime hobby. I like to watch it spill out of your pussy right after I pull out.”
My nipples hardened.
He rested his hand on mine and studied me. “However...”
Neither of us had touched the food on our plates. My heart beat faster. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more of what Kazimir had to discuss. Everything moved so fast. Months ago, I didn’t even know his name. Now I sat in yet another country with him, my third country in a few weeks, and he’d taken over every part of my life.
He squeezed my hand and had the nerve to give me an innocent look. “Am I moving too fast?”
I had several sarcastic things to say, but now wasn’t the time for that. There was one thing I had to be truthful about and admit. “Kazimir, I think I would be nervous at any pace.”
“Then, let me guide us through it.”
I squeezed his hand. “I don’t want to make any mistakes.”
“The best part of life is the mistakes.”
I would be a shitty mother. What if I black out and kill him or her? What if I harm them in some other way?
Instead, I whispered, “Still...”
“We have control. Our lives are in our hands. This world is resting in our fingers. There is nothing we can’t do.”
I moved my hand away. “But do you want to rule the world, or do you want to have...a family?”
“I want both.” He grabbed my hand again and slipped his finger along my thumb. “And I want both with you.”
“That’s the lesson too?”
“It is.”
“Can we have both?” I asked.
“I don’t know. This will also be a lesson for me.”
I sighed. “I trust you.”
“Then, let’s eat.” He squeezed my hand again and released it.
Our conversations lingered on learning about each other.
We needed these moments together, far away from Russia and everyone else.
Kazimir was right. We’d already dedicated our lives together. We’d killed and plotted together. But never had we gone out and sat down on a date together.
We slipped into a smooth conversation, learning more about our lives. He told me about his times as a kid, running the streets like a hooligan with Pavel, Zahkar, and Abraham. He even talked about his childhood memories of Misha and Valentina arguing daily when they all lived together temporarily.
When he brought up Sasha, a question popped in my head. “When was the first time you learned that Sasha was gay? Did he come to tell you?”
“No. Misha told me.”
“How did Misha know?”
“I didn’t ask.” Kazimir shook his head and wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. “It was too uncomfortable the way Misha told me. It was like he had something to confess also.”
For some reason, I had to ask. “Do you think Misha is gay?”
“I’ve never seen him with a man, but there’s been pondering...mainly from Valentina, which is at the core of why they don’t get along. She’s picked at him about it. Who knows? They love to annoy each other, but I know there’s something more to their arguing.”
“Love?”
“Perhaps. They love each other, but not in a romantic way. No one could ever hurt Valentina without Misha getting in the middle of it. That is the same with Valentina. She would kill for him. But there’s also a hate between them.”
“And you don’t know why?”
“Never have figured it out.”
Minutes passed. Our plates emptied. Since we owned the restaurant for the evening, Kaz took me out on the balcony to have dessert. Out there, the sky had grown darker. The temperature had lowered. I shivered but focused instead on the few stars shining high above.
“You’re cold. We should move back inside.”
“I’m fine.” I fixed my stare on a flashing light somewhere far across the Parisian horizon. “This city is so beautiful.”
“Prettier than Moscow?”
“No, but gorgeous in different ways. Moscow reminds me of magic with those brightly colored roofs shaped like flames. Paris reminds me of art and elegance.”
“But, you’re still cold.” Kazimir held my hands. The heat from his large ones began to warm mine. “Let’s go. I want to take you to my place. I have a small suite here I enjoy visiting.”
Small? I doubt you have a small anything.
“Why are you rolling your eyes?” he asked.
“Make sure your suite is not too small. I’m a lady. I have standards. You may not get these panties, if it’s too small.”
He chuckled. “Emily, I will fuck you whether the place is small or not.”
“Oh really?”
He pulled me into him and pressed his hard erection against my stomach.
Jesus. Is he taking Viagra or something? If I’m not pregnant, I damn sure will be by the end of the month. Am I? Fuck. Could I be a mother? Damn it. I need to think—
“Stop stressing,” he whispered.
“Stop reading my mind.”
“No.” He consumed my mouth. “When we get to my place, I want you down on your pretty hands and knees.”
I leaned away from his lips and tossed him a wicked grin. “I don’t bow for anyone.”
He growled, “You’ll bow for me.”
Those words with that tone did delightful things to my pussy.
Unfortunately, we didn’t exit Le Cuisine Perdue for another two hours. Kazimir hadn’t appreciated my challenging tone, so he showed me what I would do and how I would do it.
And, in that restaurant, I was down on my hands and knees.
Every wet, hard thrust felt so good. I knew without a doubt that we really did need a vacation. It was time to let go of the stress.