Chapter 3: Honeymoon, Part III

May 29, 1985, Niagara Falls, New York

"You look like a drowned rat!" I teased Elizaveta as we made our way away from the viewing platform at the 'Cave of the Winds' on Wednesday afternoon.

"I am SO glad I tied my hair back before we came here! I thought the mist was bad on the boat, but this is crazy!"

"You decided to stand directly under the spray from Bridal Veil Falls on the 'Hurricane' Deck!" I chuckled. "And insisted I go with you!"

"You would have, anyway!"

"True. I am very glad we walked here from the motel. I'd hate to get into the new Mustang sopping wet!"

Elizaveta giggled, "We could just take off all of our clothes first!"

"I can see the headline now in the local paper — 'Newlywed Tourists from Ohio Arrested; Claim they were too wet to get into their car in their clothes. Police have filed indecent exposure charges.'"

"Film at 11:00pm?' Elizaveta teased.

"Newspapers don't use film, silly girl!"

We made our way along the wooden deck to the place where we'd removed our shoes and put on special sandals and ponchos, took those off and put on our own shoes, then boarded the elevator for the ride back up to the park. We walked hand-in-hand back towards the motel, where we took off our wet clothes, dried off, hung our shorts, T-shirts, and underwear in the shower to dry, then got into bed. Instead of cuddling, I moved Elizaveta to lie on top of me.

"Want to be in control?" I asked with a smirk.

"I am in control," she declared, wriggling just enough that her pubic hair tickled my shaft, awakening it from its rest.

"Actually, we need to negotiate some things," I said.

"What things?" she asked suspiciously, grinding against my rapidly hardening manhood.

"I know how to cook, at least basic stuff, dust, vacuum, mop, and do laundry. I want to help around the house, at least when I can."

"But you have to focus on school and your training, right?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can't do dishes together, for example. Or cook together when I have time. I promise I'll let you take care of me, but I want to help, and I need to take care of you, too."

"But I like doing those things and want to do them for you," she protested.

"And you will," I said gently. "But for now, when I can, I want to do them together. It's one way we can spend time together!"

"I think," she smirked, wiggling her hips, "there's something ELSE you want to do now!"

I kissed her nose, "You be on top."

"What do I do?"

I put my arms around her, cupped her firm butt cheeks in my hands, and squeezed.

"Anything you want! You just need to make sure you're wet enough for me to slide in."

"How?"

"Straddle me, hold my dick upright, line it up with your pussy, and then lower yourself onto me. When I'm inside, move however feels good."

"What if I need you to lick me first?"

"Sit up, put your knees on the bed on either side of my head, and put your pussy on my mouth."

"Whoa!" Elizaveta gasped excitedly.

She quickly moved to her knees, scooted up as I'd instructed, and carefully put her labia against my lips. I raised my hands to her breasts, ran my thumbs over her nipples, then pressed my tongue into her. Elizaveta groaned deeply and put her hands on the headboard for support. I slid my tongue around, teasing her clit and pushing as far into her tight pussy as I could, occasionally sucking on her clit. It didn't take long before my face was covered in her juices, but she made no attempts to move away, moaning softly when I probed her and groaning when I teased her clit with my tongue.

"Make me cum," she gasped.

I closed my mouth around her, sucked harder, and lashed her clit with my tongue. A minute later, we were both rewarded when she shuddered and groaned, and a small gush of liquid ran down my cheeks. Panting, Elizaveta moved down, grasped my rock-hard shaft, positioned my glans against her labia, then pushed down, impaling herself on me.

"Oh God, Mike," she groaned as she sank down, fully embedding me in her tight, hot, silky pussy. "So full and so deep!"

I put my hands on Elizaveta's wonderful breasts and pawed them gently, running my fingers over her rock-hard nipples. She began experimenting with movements — first up and down, then forward and back, discovering how to create maximum pleasure for herself while treating me to the delicious friction of her pussy on my dick and the very erotic sight of my wife making love to me.

Elizaveta figured out quite quickly what worked for her, and I watched her face as her pleasure steadily built to her release. When I felt her orgasm start, I put my hands on her shoulder and pulled her to me so I could take her nipple into my mouth. She groaned loudly as I licked and sucked, and I was treated to a wonderful massage of my shaft by her spasming muscles.

"What are you doing to me?" she gasped, grinding hard against me.

I couldn't really answer because my mouth was full, and I didn't want to stop teasing her nipple with my tongue as it was intensifying her orgasm. A few seconds later, she threw her head back and groaned deeply as her internal muscles gripped my shaft even more tightly. When her muscles relaxed, I released her nipple and allowed her to sit up again. She sat still for a moment to catch her breath, then began moving again.

"So full ... so deep ... so good," she moaned as her body undulated above me.

I lost track of time, but Elizaveta brought herself off three more times, with me sucking her breast to intensify her pleasure.

"Mike," she whispered in my ear, "cum for me."

I smiled and nodded, "Just move up and down."

She put her hand on my chest and began moving up and down. She bent her neck and looked down so she could watch as my erection appeared and disappeared. I'd been on a hair-trigger since her last orgasm, so it didn't take long before I groaned and fired jet after jet of hot sticky cum into her as she moved rapidly up and down my shaft. When the last spurt entered her, she pushed down, ground against me, and offered her nipple to suck. I greedily took it into my mouth, and a moment later, she had her fifth orgasm.

When it passed, she collapsed on me, extending her legs so our bodies were in full contact and her breasts were crushed against me. I cupped her butt and gently rubbed her firm cheeks.

"That was intense," she said through labored breathing.

"So, you like your new toy?" I asked with a smirk.

"Oh God, yes!" she exclaimed, then pouted, "But it's going away!"

I was, indeed, softening inside her. A few seconds later, I slipped from her wonderful silky tunnel.

"He just needs his batteries recharged!" I chuckled. "Then he'll be able to come out and play again."

"I want him to play INSIDE!" she said fiercely. "It's not as much fun OUTSIDE!"

"Oh, I don't know," I said with a silly grin, "making love under the stars would be fun!"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"Just lie here for a bit," I said.

"What time do we have to leave in the morning?" she asked.

"Before 10:00am, because that's checkout time. I figure we'll sleep in, check out, eat a late breakfast, and then an early dinner so we don't have to cook at home tomorrow and can just relax."

"OK. Is there a reason we haven't been saying our prayers?"

"Father suggested not worrying about them until we got back home. I think he wanted us to focus on something else these few days."

She giggled and wriggled on top of me, "Whatever could THAT be?"

"Getting to know each other, of course."

"VERY intimately!"

"Obviously!"

"How soon?" she asked, wiggling her hips.

"Somebody is horny!" I teased.

She screwed up her face to give me 'that' look but then softened, "Do you need more time?"

"How about I lick you until I'm ready?"

"Yes!" she hissed and began to move.

I moved my hands to her waist to stop her, "Something new, OK?"

"What?"

"Turn around, and I'll lick you while you suck me. When I'm hard, you can ride me again."

"Oh, God," she moaned, scrambling to turn around.

She mashed her labia against my lips and quickly took my glans into her mouth. I put my hands on her butt and pulled down as I opened my mouth, flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, then closed my mouth around it and sucked while I lashed it with my tongue. Elizaveta moaned around my glans, and sucked harder, and forcefully ran her tongue around it. I felt one of her hands grasp my flaccid shaft and the other cup my balls, and that had a direct impact on my recharge time, causing blood to begin flowing again. I continued to tongue Elizaveta while she brought me to full mast, but then she quickly turned, grasped me, and impaled herself.

"Ahh, yeah," she sighed as she slowly sank down my pole and resumed making love to me.

And that's what we did for the rest of the afternoon until, reluctantly, we showered, dressed, and left the room in search of sustenance so Elizaveta could continue playing with her new toy. We walked arm-in-arm to a small Italian restaurant where we sat side-by-side to eat. After dinner, we walked to an ice cream shop, and cones in hand, we made our way back to the hotel.

"Whew!" Elizaveta said, wrinkling her nose when we walked into the room. "It stinks in here!"

"Let me turn the unit on high and open the louvers completely," I replied.

I moved over to the air conditioning unit and adjusted it, hoping that it would reduce the odor, though I suspected that until the sheets on the bed were changed, it wouldn't help very much.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Elizaveta giggled softly, "Afraid I won't want to do it again?"

"No, but we've done it over a dozen times in the last two days and I wanted to make sure you were feeling OK."

"Perfect," she sighed. "When I imagined what it would be like, my imagination wasn't even half as good as reality! What about you?"

I smiled, took her in my arms, and kissed her, "There is nobody on this planet I'd rather have in my bed."

"What do you want to do tonight?" she asked.

"How about we get into bed, cuddle, kiss, and talk? And then, before we go to sleep, make love for as long as we can."

"Oh, yes," she sighed.

We quickly got undressed and got into bed on the side, which didn't have the large wet spot, and I lay on my back with Elizaveta snuggled close to me, one arm and one leg over me. I wrapped my left arm around her shoulder and pulled her tightly to me.

"What are we going to do between now and Europe?" she asked.

"Just spend time together," I replied. "We'll see Clarissa and Abby and Tasha and Nik, of course, as well as Mark and Alyssa. And we should go see my parents, my grandparents, and Liz and Paul, too. Is there anything you want to do?"

"Anything, so long as I'm with you. Oh, what about the Jacuzzi at your professor's house?"

"Yes, of course."

"What about Angie?"

"I need to talk to Doctor Mercer about her," I said. "And remember, Jocelyn is having her surgery on the 3rd. She and Gene were going to see his parents this week, so she won't be around until the weekend. What about your friends?"

"I'll see the girls at church, but the ones from school I'll have to call them, but now that we're married, it'll be different."

"Sure, but it doesn't have to be all that different. You should spend time with your friends and do some of the same stuff you guys did before. You're married, not in a monastery!"

She giggled, "I don't think I could do what we're doing in a monastery!"

"Uh, no," I chuckled.

"But aren't we supposed to do everything together?"

"Your mom and dad have friends they spend time with, right? I mean, without each other?"

"Sure, but they're old and have kids!"

"What does that have to do with the price of tea in China?" I asked, using a phrase Mr. Black always liked to use in his class at Harding High. "Do you remember what Doctor Mercer said about making sure we carved out at least a little time for ourselves?"

"Yes," she said, not sounding convinced.

"«Котёнок» (katyonak), you need your friends. In fact, I expect you'll spend time with Tasha, Clarissa, and Jocelyn, plus the girls from church. That's a good thing. Remember what we discussed about medical school and Residency?" ("Kitten")

"Yes," she sighed. "That you'll be away from home a lot, and I'll need friends to spend time with."

"Everything is new," I said. "We're both going to have to get used to being married and adjust to medical school and my ordination."

"Are you going to let your hair and beard grow?"

"I'll keep the beard trimmed because otherwise, it'll be difficult in the hospital. I hadn't considered letting my hair grow."

"It's traditional for a deacon to have long hair in a ponytail."

"I know. What do you think?"

"I think you should. I think it'll look really good on you. I agree about your beard; it's nice and full but neatly trimmed. I like it, and I don't think you should let it grow down to your chest!"

"Then that's what I'll do," I said.

"Because I want it?"

"Because WE want it," I said. "Asking your opinion is the best way to know which decision is the right one. If we disagree, then we'll talk about it."

"And the color of your cassock?"

I chuckled, "Partly to make a joke with the bishop and Father Nicholas, but also because I wanted you to like what I was wearing."

"I prefer you not wearing anything!"

"I bet THAT would go over well with the parish!"

"I didn't mean in church, you nut!" she laughed.

"At the medical school? The mall?"

"Weren't you objecting to me wanting to take off all our clothes when we were wet earlier?!"

"Husband's prerogative to tease his wife! It doesn't only work the other way around!"

"So you think!"

She moved a bit and lifted her head for a kiss, and after a soft, sweet kiss, she put her head on my chest and sighed deeply.

"I love lying naked with you," she said. "Can we sleep naked all the time?"

"If you'll keep me warm during the Winter!"

"I think I know a way!"

"Oh really?"

"Oh, yes!" she said mirthfully.

She slid down and kissed my glans and used her soft tongue and full lips to achieve her goal, then slid up for a kiss.

"Make love to me, Mike," Elizaveta whispered urgently.

I moved on top of her, she spread her legs wide, and I slowly entered her, savoring the feel of her silky sheath, as inch by inch, I moved forward until I was fully embedded in her. Elizaveta wrapped her legs around my thighs and her arms around my back, and we began making love slowly and sweetly. We alternated kissing and looking into each other's eyes, taking our time and ensuring I lasted for as long as possible. Her orgasms were much more gentle than the ones from earlier in the day, and my release, when it came, was more emotional than physical.

"I love you, Mike," Elizaveta whispered when we finished.

"I love you, too," I replied.

"I think I figured out how to make babies," she said, snuggling close.

"I'm sure you did," I replied, wrapping my arms around her.

A few minutes later, we were both asleep.

May 30, 1985, McKinley, Ohio

I pulled up in front of the house at about 6:00pm on Thursday evening. Our drive back had been uneventful, and except for stopping for dinner, we'd driven straight through, though at a relatively leisurely pace. Earlier that morning, we'd slept in, had breakfast, then checked out of the hotel and started on our way back to McKinley. I parked in my usual spot, we got out, then got the bags from the trunk and headed around the side of the main house to the cottage.

"After we unpack, I'm going to go talk to your dad," I said.

"They're probably eating dinner, so you might want to wait a bit."

"Just your mom and dad, right?"

"Yes. My grandparents are usually only here on the weekends, and both Gennady and Iosif went back to school. They won't be home until a week from Saturday. I need to do laundry, so I'll go over with you and just go straight to the laundry room. Is there anything special about any of your clothes?"

"No. I don't use starch in my dress shirts, and otherwise, it's all basically wash-and-wear."

"I'll iron your dress shirt."

"Thanks. Meet back here?"

"I really should say 'Hi' to my parents."

"Let's do that first, then," I said. "Then you take the laundry basket and go to the laundry room. OK?"

"Yes, husband," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "And THEN we can meet back here! It's been almost ten hours since we made love!"

"I've created a monster!" I teased.

"Is that a problem?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.

"Absolutely not!" I replied with a smirk.

We each used the bathroom, then unpacked. Elizaveta filled the laundry basket with dirty laundry from our trip as well as the things from our wedding day, minus her dress and my suit, which would go to the dry cleaners. I picked up the full laundry basket, and we left the cottage for the main house. We went in the back door and I followed Elizaveta to the dining room where Viktor and Yulia were drinking coffee, having finished their meal.

"Hi, Papa! Hi, Mom!" Elizaveta said brightly.

"Viktor, Yulia," I said, nodding.

Yulia jumped up to hug Elizaveta, and when Viktor stood, I set the laundry basket on the floor and shook his hand.

"I trust you had a good trip," Viktor said.

I nodded, "Yes. No trouble driving back and forth, and we both enjoyed the boat tour and going behind Bridal Veil Falls."

Elizaveta started chattering with her mother, so I said to Viktor, "Do you have a moment?"

"Yes, of course. Come to my study and have a drink with me."

Elizaveta picked up the laundry basket, and Yulia followed her to the laundry room while Viktor and I went to his study. He poured brandy for both of us, but my glass had just a splash.

"Many years!" Viktor said, holding up his glass.

I held up my glass and drank the single swallow of brandy while Viktor sipped his.

"I'd like the locks changed on the cottage," I said.