One Timers

The long flight home from Vancouver left Geno exhausted. The Penguins are finally returning home from their two-week west coast road trip and all Geno wants to do is crawl into bed with his girlfriend, Monica.

He grabbed a ride home with Chris Kunitz, who luckily lives down the street from him. Geno can tell that Kuni is just as tired as he is because the ride is deadly silent. Geno is okay with that, because the more tired he gets, the worse his english gets. It’s a struggle to form full sentences, so he doesn’t even want to try.

It’s not too late on a Friday night so the roads are fairly busy, which frustrates them both. The ride home seems to take forever. Eventually, they pull into Geno’s driveway and he hops out of the car. He grabs his bag from the back seat and mumbles a thank you and good night before heading for his garage door.

He drops his bag next to his car, too exhausted to do anything else with it, and heads into the house. Inside the door, he slips off his jacket and shoes and pads his way towards the staircase. As he climbs, he begins undressing himself so it’ll be easier for him once he gets into his room.

Half way up the stairs, Geno hears a noise that instantly has him wide awake. If his mind hadn’t been so focused on climbing into bed and falling asleep, he might not have heard it. Coming from his bedroom door, he hears a soft moan. Monica’s moan.

Geno’s blood instantly runs cold. Surely he must have heard wrong. He climbs a the rest of the way up the stairs, and as he reaches the top he hears her again. This time, louder and more desperate. He would know that sound anywhere, and normally it would get him rock hard in a split second. But he’s not the one making her release that sound.

He quickly crosses the short hallway towards his bedroom door and pauses right outside it. His heart is beating fast, but feels ready to break into a million pieces at any second. After Oksana, he can’t have another girlfriend cheating on him. He thought Monica was different.

“Ohhh, baby.” He hears Monica moan. “Yes.”

Geno has had enough. He throws open the door, ready to pound whatever man is in his bed and kick Monica out for good.

But there is no man. At first Geno is confused, but then he quickly realizes what’s happening and everything changes.

Monica is laying on the bed, stark naked and spread wide, playing with a purple vibrator in her hand. In response to his sudden entrance into the room, she gasps and sits straight up.

“I didn’t think you were going to be home so soon.” She says, dropping the vibrator to the sheets.
“Plane leave early, be home quick.” He responds shortly. “What you do?”
Her face turns bright red.
“I-uh... I was, um...” She stammers.
“Hot.” He responds, crossing the room. “Do more.”

She looks into his dark eyes and could tell this wasn’t a suggestion. It was a demand. She grabs the vibrator from under the sheets and turns it on. Geno works on unbuttoning his shirt, but watches her the entire time.

Carefully, she presses it against her flushed skin. She rubs it against her folds first, getting it nice and wet, and bites back a moan.

“No hold back.” Geno demands, dropping his shirt to the floor. She should have known he would catch that. Geno always loves when Monica is loud in bed. He has a hard time explaining why in English, but she knows it’s the one thing that turns him on more than anything else. She lets out a short moan and he moves his hands to his pants, making quick work of his belt and the button.

“Is good as me?” He asks.
“No baby.” She responds in a strained whisper.
“Good.”

He sheds all of his clothes and climbs into bed next to her, eyes never leaving her core. He brings his mouth to her already-erect nipple and blows hot air on it, teasing her. She moans loudly, and he can’t help but wrap his hand around his hardened cock.

“My name.” He demands.
“Evgeni.” She breathes, surprising him.

Monica never uses his full name, and it turns him on like never before. He flicks his wrist and lets out a low grumble. His free hand moves to hers and takes the toy from her. She lets out a soft whimper out of protest, but it’s cut off by a squeal of delight as he thrusts two thick fingers into her, curling them so he grazes her sweet spot.

“I do things toy no able.” He says, leaning his face down to meet his fingers. He sucks her most sensitive skin into his mouth and she breathes his full name again. “You like toy, baby?” He asks.

“Yes.” She whimpers. She know’s it’s the right answer. Geno hates when she lies to him. But she also knows it’s not the answer he wants to hear. Her thoughts are confirmed when his fingers suddenly disappear from her and he’s flipping her onto her stomach. His strong hands lift her hips so she’s balanced on all fours. He crawls behind her and roughly grabs her ass.

“You say toy no better than me.” He growls. “Yet you like toy.” She whimpers. “I show you why toy no good as me.”

Her breath catches as he slams himself fully into her and she screams out. His large hands grasp onto her hips and he pulls out. She sobs at the movement, her body already missing the feeling of him filling her. She isn’t waiting long, though, as he sheaths himself inside her again quickly. She has to grab onto the slats in the headboard to keep from flying forward as Geno’s massive body begins thrusting her forward. His one hand stays grasped onto her hip where she knows she’ll have a bruise in the morning, and the other begins rubbing along her back, ass and leg. She’s always amazed at how he happens to be everywhere when they’re together. But it makes sense, since his body is just so big.

“Can toy do this to you?” He growls.
“No!” She sobs.

He pulls her leg up so that it’s wrapped around his hip and her body turns slightly, changing the angle he’s hitting her at. He holds back a little so he’s not sending her through the wall, but continues to give hard, solid thrusts. Monica can’t handle the new sensation and her body shudders, quickly releasing her first orgasm of the night.

“Oh, God!” She moans, clamping her muscles around Geno’s thick cock. “Oh God, Geno.”

Geno doesn’t give her body the opportunity to calm down, as he drops her leg and spins her around, his dick never leaving the warmth of her body. He reaches down and grabs her low back, pulling her body up so that she’s sitting on his lap. He’s resting on his knees and spreads them slightly, letting her sink fully on him. Once her ass meats his thighs, she feels all his muscles tighten. She knows this is about to rock her world completely. He pushes into her slightly with his hips, and grasps at her ass.

“Tell me if toy can do this.” He growls, thrusting upwards.
Monica feels like her entire body is splitting open, and cries out. Geno stops immediately.
“I hurt?” He asks, eyes wide.
“No.” She gaps. “We’ve never done this before. It’s just a totally new feeling.”
“Feel good?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes.”
“Xорошо.” He begins moving again, but slower this time giving her the opportunity to get used to this. He’s abandoned the rough attack on her body and begun making sweet love to her. (okay)

Monica loves when he speaks Russian, especially in bed. She’s picked up on a couple words he uses a lot, but doesn’t know what they mean. She wants to ask, but always forgets.

“так хорошо.” Geno moans. It’s one of the phrases he uses the most.
“What does that mean?” She asks, kissing his thick neck.
“So good.” He murmurs, pumping his hips in a circular motion.
“Hmmm. так хорошо.” She responds.
She feels him twitch inside her, and his hips stop.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, pulling back.
“You speak Russian. страстный.” (hot)

She winks at him and he throws her backwards so she’s laying on the bed.
“Я собираюсь в пошел на хуй сейчас.” (I’m going to fuck you now)

Monica has no idea what that means, but it doesn’t matter because Geno is pummeling himself into her. Her brain goes fuzzy and she knows she’s close. He rolls his hips so his pelvis rubs against her clit and his tip hits her spot at the same time. He knows this always pushes her over the edge, and she knows he resorts to it when he’s afraid he’s going to finish before her.

“Oh, Geno!... Yes!... Right there!... Yes!” She screams, falling over the edge. Her screams combined with the feeling of her breaking around him force Geno with her.
“любимая.” He mutters, filling her with his cum. (darling)

He rolls over, pulling her on top of him without sliding out. Their breathing is shallow and he begins rubbing her back.

“Я люблю тебя.” He says. This one she knows.

Notes

Requested. Hope you enjoy it!

A/N: As much as I wish I knew Russian, I don't. So if any of this is wrong, blame Google Translate lol