Help me, won`t you?

Chapter 12: Intimacy and Unspoken Truths

After lunch, we lay down to rest, but sleep eluded me. I’ve always found it hard to settle into a new place. To avoid waking her, I simply watched her sleep. For the first time since I met her, Lena looked completely relaxed, her face peaceful in the soft light of the bedroom. Meeting her neighbor had solidified it in my mind: we were really a couple now.

Her hair was scattered across the pillow, a few stray locks falling over her face. I gently brushed them away, careful not to break her rest. Looking at her, I felt a surge of pure, raw possessiveness. I wanted to hold her and never let go. I wanted her always within arm's reach. The longer I spent with her, the more my protective instincts took over, drowning out everything else. I hoped this weekend would bring us closer than ever—as close as she would allow.

The toxic thoughts about being an "invalid" who couldn't care for a woman were finally fading. With Lena, I felt like a man again. Even if I couldn't do everything without help, she made me feel whole. I promised myself I wouldn't abandon my treatment. If this latest round didn't work, I’d accept it and move on, but I wouldn't leave her. Never.

"What are you thinking about?" her quiet voice broke the silence.

"About you... about us," I said, realizing I hadn't even noticed her eyes fluttering open. "Have you been awake long?"

"Just a few minutes. You were so deep in thought, I didn't want to interrupt. Want to share?"

"I was just deciding that even if the treatment doesn't fix me, I'm never letting you go. I'm going to keep chasing you, Lena."

"Why do you think it won't work?" Lena propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. "I still have hope we’ll get you back on your feet. Besides... there are perks to this. I get to be the boss in bed. I think I like that."

"Oh? You like to dominate? I didn't see that coming," I teased, grateful for the change in subject.

"It's not that I always want to be in charge," she whispered, her gaze intensifying. "But I wouldn't mind feeling your power too."

I reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before gently pulling her toward me. Our kiss started sweet and innocent, but passion ignited between us within seconds. Our hands began to roam, reacquainting themselves with skin and curve. I pulled her T-shirt over her head.

"Good girl," I murmured. "I love that you don't wear anything under your clothes when it's just us. Come here."

Lena straddled me immediately. She didn't go back to kissing; she went straight to work, stripping me of my boxers with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You've been a bad boy, keeping all this hidden," she teased, her hands sliding down my legs. I couldn't feel her touch on my shins, but the moment her hands moved up to my thighs and then to my aching hardness, I felt every spark of electricity.

I watched her in the fading afternoon light. She was magnificent. When I tried to shift lower to return the favor, my body wouldn't cooperate. I’d have to wait until she moved. So, I changed tactics. I pulled her upward until her breasts were right in front of my face. I tasted her, swirling my tongue around her n*****s, blowing softly on the damp skin until her moans filled the room. I felt her back arch, her fingers digging into the headboard.

"What are you doing, Igor?" she gasped.

"Trust me," I whispered. "Just tell me if it’s too much."

I pulled her higher still, until she was positioned over my face. She was already slick, her arousal sweet and intoxicating. I parted her and tasted her, my tongue finding her center. I used my fingers too, mimicking the rhythm of s*x. Lena’s hips bucked, her hands finding my head to hold me there. If I’d had hair, she would have been clutching it. I increased the speed, my tongue and fingers working in tandem until she let out a piercing cry, her muscles spasming around my hand. I didn't stop until her tremors subsided and she collapsed onto my shoulder, breathless.

"Give me a minute," she panted. "My legs are shaking... I can't even move."

"Don't worry," I chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere."

I was surprised by my own confidence. I was still hard, almost painfully so, but I wouldn't force her. I was perfectly content to just hold her. But Lena wasn't finished. After a few minutes, her hands started to wander down my chest, finding my member. She kissed my lips, then trailed a path of fire down my stomach.

What followed was the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. I couldn't hold back my groans, and I didn't want to. I wanted her to know exactly what she was doing to me. Her mouth, her tongue, the way she used her hands to explore—it was a masterclass in pleasure.

"Sweetheart, I'm close... I can't hold it," I warned, trying to pull her up.

"That's exactly the point," she murmured against my skin, pushing my hand away. "Don't stop me."

She took me deeper, her tongue working magic, and I finally broke. I climaxed with a loud groan, spilling into her mouth. Lena didn't pull away; she stayed until I was finished, then climbed back up to kiss me. I tasted myself on her lips, but there was no disgust—only a profound sense of intimacy. This woman truly accepted every part of me.

"How do you feel?" she asked, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I think I need as much time to recover as you did," I laughed, holding her tight.

"Then let’s rest for a bit. I still have to give you your medication, don't forget."

We lay there, listening to the birds chirping outside the dacha. It was peaceful, perfect. But there were shadows I still didn't understand.

"Lena? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"We’ve talked about so much, but you never mention your parents."

I felt her body stiffen instantly. A few seconds later, she forced herself to relax. "I’m sorry," I added. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

"No, it's okay." Lena sat up, searching for her clothes. "Let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll make tea, and I’ll tell you everything."

We dressed quickly, the room still warm with the scent of our lovemaking. As she puttered around the kitchen, I stayed quiet, giving her the space she needed to gather her thoughts for what I knew would be a difficult story.