10. Luka
Chapter 10
Luka
B eing inside Lara with her beautiful body wrapped around mine, clinging to me as she trembles and moans is a heaven that I hadn’t known existed. Her face is flushed, her breaths erratic, and when I start to slowly work my hips, she digs her nails into my back and hisses out my name while her pussy clenches so goddamn tightly around me.
“I’ve got you, kisa .”
Her hot breaths hit my lips, and I breathe them in, greedy for every fucking part of her.
“I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.”
I know it’s crazy, but it’s the truth. I will never let her go. She’s the only woman I will ever kiss, ever touch, ever fuck, and I’m going to marry her and soon she’ll be the mother of my children. I’ll never want anyone but her.
When I rock back into her, she clutches the back of my head, fisting my hair and moaning my name as her back bows off the mattress. She’s making it incredibly difficult to keep my cum in my balls when everything is screaming at me to empty every goddamn thing I have inside her tight little pussy .
“I’m not giving you a first time that lasts thirty seconds, kisa .” My words come out as more of a growl, but I can’t help it. I’m barely hanging on and dangerously close to going feral on her sweet ass. “No matter how tightly you squeeze me with that perfect pussy, I’m not giving you my cum until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess beneath me.”
I hover my mouth over hers, watching the way her blown pupils have almost drowned out all the blue.
“I want to see you come apart, sweet girl. I want you to shatter for me.”
Her eyes widen at my words as she sucks in a quick breath. “That shouldn’t be a problem,” she says in a shaky whisper.
“You don’t think so?” I tease while slowly sliding back into her, letting her feel every goddamn inch until our bodies are fused together as tightly as possible. Her brows scrunch as she hisses out a breath, her smaller body trying like hell to accommodate my size. She’s spread so wide and our bodies are pressed so tightly together, making it impossible for me to not hit her swollen clit. Sliding a hand down, I fill it with one of her perfect ass cheeks, groaning as I give it a squeeze and lift her up right as I move just enough to make her squirm again.
“You like that, kisa ?” I murmur the question against her parted lips.
“Yes,” she moans in a breathy rush.
I nip at her bottom lip and do it again, smiling when she whimpers my name. I always imagined I’d be fucking her hard when she comes undone, but this stillness that just intensifies every slight move is an erotic surprise I hadn’t planned on. This is how I want her to come—her body pinned in place by my cock, unable to move, unable to do anything except lay here and take what I’m giving her.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” I give another gentle rock, groaning when I feel the wet heat of her pussy grip me even tighter. “Jesus,” I growl, forcing myself to not move, to resist every instinct that’s screaming at me to slam into her in a relentless rhythm that will send us both over the edge.
Digging my fingers into her round ass, I keep her completely immobile, trapped between my body and the bed as I grind my pelvis against hers, rubbing her clit while keeping my cock fully inside her. She tries like hell to wiggle against me, but all it does is make those beautiful tits slide along my chest.
“Luka,” she whimpers, arching up off the bed and tilting her head back. Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, but the pain just heightens the pleasure, and the deep groan I give has her nails biting into me even harder. I keep her pinned in place, moving just enough so her clit is getting the attention it needs, and with our bodies fused together it doesn’t take long before she’s screaming my name and falling apart in my arms.
I can’t take my fucking eyes off her. She looks exquisite when she comes for me, like a goddamn goddess, and all I want to do is fall to my knees and worship her. Her body clings to mine, and I nearly lose all control when I feel the tight grip of her cunt pulsing around my shaft with her orgasm. I hold her in a tight grip, memorizing every second of this moment—the erotic sounds of her moans and whimpers, the flush to her cheeks, the fullness of her tits pressed tightly against my chest, the way her entire body trembles with her release, and the way every part of her body clings to mine—I’ll never forget a single goddamn second of any of this.
Unable to resist any longer, I rock my hips, slowly fucking her as she comes down from her high. Cupping my face, she pulls me closer and kisses me slowly, neither one of us wanting to rush a moment of this. I lose myself in the feel of her, the smell of her, not just the light floral scent of her perfume or the vanilla from her shampoo, but the underlying scent of her , that’s what I crave, and it’s what I’ll never be able to get enough of.
“God, I love you, kisa. ” I moan the words against her lips as she comes for me again, and this time I let go with her. She squeezes my pulsing cock, her body begging me for every last drop, and I’m more than willing to give it to her. An ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever known races through me, stealing my breath and making my hips stutter as my cock pulses one last time inside her and I let out a feral-sounding growl.
We’re both gasping for air, bodies covered in sweat, and my heart is racing so fast I’m convinced she must be able to feel it against her own chest. With her arms and legs still wrapped around me, she smiles up at me, brushing a strand of sweaty hair off my forehead.
“I love you, too” she whispers, giving me the sweetest smile and then letting out a soft laugh. “I’m going to be so sore, but that was definitely worth it.”
I’m still semi-hard and buried inside her with no plans to leave anytime soon. Leaning down, I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m so glad I waited for you.”
Her eyes start to go glassy, and I can tell she’s fighting it like hell, which only makes her voice all the more shaky when she says, “I’m glad I waited for you, too.”
I smile and catch a lone tear that manages to slide past her defenses. “There will never be anyone but you, Lara. I can promise you that.”
“Never anyone but you,” she whispers back. “I promise.”
I smile and say, “In my mind, we’re as good as married now.”
She gives a soft laugh. “You think so?”
“Yes.” I kiss her gently, letting my fingers graze her delicate neck. “But don’t worry, kisa , we’ll have a proper wedding. My family would kill me if I cheated them out of seeing us get married. They’d just make us do it again.”
She laughs, probably thinking I’m exaggerating, but I can already see the hurt look on my Uncle Vitaly’s face at being denied a chance to get everyone together to drink way too much and embarrass the hell out of me. He and the rest of my family had stayed up all night dancing and drinking at Dominic and Natalya’s wedding. They’d put the younger generation to shame, and my cousins and I had all bowed out long before they’d crawled their drunk asses to bed. I think Dominic’s Italian family was scarred for life at the sight of the crazy Russians and their impressive ability to hold some serious amounts of vodka. We all made sure to take a lot of photos and videos of the momentous occasion.
“Luka,” she gasps when I roll us over so she’s lying on top of me. I’m still buried inside her, growing harder by the second, and when she gives a cute wiggle, trying to readjust herself, I laugh and say, “If you’re trying to make it go down, that’s the wrong way to go about it.”
“It is?” she teases, rocking her hips and pulling a deep groan from my body at the slight glimpse of what it would feel like to have her take control and ride me.
“Fuck, kisa ,” I growl, cupping the back of her head and filling my other hand with her ass. “Don’t stop, baby.”
She rests her hands on my chest, using me for leverage as she lifts up. I run my eyes over every inch of her. I’m like a man who’s been living in the dark, and she’s my ray of fucking sunshine. Running my hands up her arms, I feel the scars that decorate her skin, and it breaks my heart that she did this to herself, but she’s so goddamn wrong if she thinks it makes her ugly. It makes her a survivor. My girl is a fighter and fuck do I love that.
“Ride me, sweetheart,” I tell her, filling my hands with her tits and groaning when she starts to slide up and down the length of my shaft, the movements causing her tits to bounce in an hypnotic rhythm that I can’t look away from.
I watch Lara take her pleasure from me. She uses my cock to get herself off, and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. I’m used to her shy looks and blushing cheeks, but seeing her carefree, wild side is my newest obsession. The closer she gets to her release, the less inhibited she becomes, and soon she’s throwing her head back and rolling her hips like we’ve done this a million times before. I love that I’m the only man who will ever be inside her and that her sweet pussy is the only one that will ever be wrapped around my cock.
“Luka,” she moans, grinding and rocking her hips as she chases her orgasm, getting closer and closer to the breaking point.
“That’s right, kisa . Be a good girl and come for me.” I grip her hips tighter while meeting her thrusts, burying myself as deeply inside her as possible while she lets out sexy little whimpers and her breathing picks up. Her nails dig into my chest as she tilts forward and takes what she needs from me.
“Fuck!” I growl when her pussy tightens around me and I feel the wet heat of her release soak my cock. Her greedy little cunt tears right through my restraint. Digging my fingers into her, I lift her up and down my length in a fast, brutal rhythm. Her body writhes against mine, the orgasm still consuming her, and when I start to come, I fist the back of her hair and pull her towards me, wanting to kiss her while I fill her tight pussy with my cum.
Every pulse of my cock is pure ecstasy, and I lose myself in her yet again. Her tongue runs along mine as she deepens the kiss and fists my hair, wanting me as close to her as she can get me. I feel the same way about her. Even when I’m buried balls deep inside her and her body is tightly clutching mine, it still doesn’t feel like enough. I will always want and need more of her, but knowing that it’ll never be enough isn’t going to stop me from trying to get my fill. If anything, it’s just making me all the more hungry for her. She’s turning me into an addict, always making me crave one more hit of her.
“Goddamn,” I groan, spilling the last of my seed deep inside her tight pussy, right where it fucking belongs.
She smiles against my lips and softens her body against mine. “Wow,” she whispers. “I can’t move.”
I give a soft laugh and she adds, “And I can’t feel my legs.”
Laughing, I give her ass a not-so-gentle smack. “Did you feel that, kisa ?”
“No.”
“No?” I tease, running my fingers lightly over her stinging ass cheek. “Then maybe I should make the next one harder.”
“Don’t you dare,” she laughs. “I’m serious, though. I don’t think I can move. I hope you’re comfortable, because this is how you’ll be sleeping.”
“Baby, we can sleep like this anytime you want, and you don’t need to be able to walk. I can carry you anywhere you need to go. ”
“I believe you said something about a hot tub. I seem to remember promises about a nice, hot soak.”
“I did, didn’t I?” I cup her face and kiss her again. “I’m a man of my word, kisa . I promised you a soak in the hot tub, and that means you’re going to get it.”
She lets out a surprised yelp when I sit up and take her with me so we’re chest to chest. I’m still buried inside her and reluctant to leave, so I don’t. Even after two of the best orgasms of my life, I’m still managing to remain semi-hard, and I’m starting to think this might be my new normal. After experiencing how damn good it feels to be inside her, how will I ever be soft again?
As if reading my mind, she says, “Do you ever get soft?”
I laugh and scoot us to the edge of the bed before standing while keeping us locked together. “Apparently not anymore. You’ve created a monster, sweetheart.”
Bringing my mouth to her neck, I nip at her soft skin, smiling when I hear the sharp exhale she gives. “I wonder how many times I’ll need to come inside you before my body finally gives in to exhaustion.”
“I’m guessing my body will give out before yours does.”
I smile against her skin, filling my lungs with her sweet scent as I palm her ass and lead her to the French doors. “I don’t know, kisa. You’re a hungry little thing. Even now your pussy is clenching so goddamn tightly around me. I’m guessing it wouldn’t take much to get you going again.”
To prove my point, I tighten my hold on her ass and slowly lift her up the length of my cock, giving a soft laugh when she moans and grips me tighter.
“So fucking perfect,” I tell her before carrying her out onto the rooftop and over to the hot tub. There are buildings around us, but we’re high enough so that no one can see us out here. Stepping into the water, I turn on the jets and then sink beneath the bubbles. The hot water pulls an appreciative groan from Lara as she relaxes even more against me. Her soft, wet body sliding along mine has me thickening inside her, and when she winces, I take pity on her and slowly raise her off my cock so she can rest.
“Ow,” she whispers, and when I laugh, she lifts a dark brow at me. “You’re way bigger than most guys, Luka. That was a hell of a first time.”
Turning her around so her back is against my chest, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her shoulder. “How do you know how big most guys are?”
She turns her head and smiles at me while bringing her hand to my dick. “No way in hell is this thing normal.”
I laugh and kiss her cheek. “As long as you like it, that’s all I care about.”
“Oh, I definitely like it,” she says, lazily dragging her fingers up and down my length while I grow fully hard at her touch. With a sigh, she drops her hand and looks back over her shoulder at me. “I should probably stop, because I am seriously sore right now.”
“Don’t worry, kisa , I believe I also mentioned something about a thigh job, so your pussy will be getting a break.”
“I don’t even know what the hell that is,” she admits with a laugh.
“You’ll find out soon enough, but first I want you to relax.”
“I can do that.” With a smile, she sinks back into me and lets her legs float to the surface. My hands immediately reach up to cup her breasts.
“I will never get tired of touching you.” I murmur the words against her cheek while running my thumbs over her hard nipples.
“You’re insatiable,” she says, but she’s smiling too big to be angry about it.
“When it comes to you, I’ll never be able to get enough.”
Her head rests on my shoulder while she dances her hands along the bubbly water. “A girl could get used to all this. If you’re not careful, Luka, you’re going to spoil me rotten.”
“You could never be rotten. I’ve seen spoiled girls at the club, and I’m confident you couldn’t be one even if you tried. You’re too sweet, kisa , too kind.” I kiss her cheek and wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from slipping off me when she kicks her feet out again. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
She turns her head and surprises me with a kiss. “Well, it’s one of the many things I love about you too.”
I laugh before I can stop it.
“What’s so funny?” She tries to scoot off me so she can see me better, but I tighten my grip on her, not allowing it.
“You calling me sweet is funny.”
“You are sweet,” she argues.
I smile and kiss the tip of her nose. “To you, baby, no one else.”
She’s quiet for a second, and I know what’s coming before she’s even worked up the courage to ask it.
“So, what exactly do you do?”
“I help run my family’s Bratva,” I tell her.
“And that entails?” she asks, drawing out the last word in the hopes that I’ll just start filling in information.
I don’t, so she’s just left hanging. When she furrows her brow and tries to give me an irritated look, I smile and give her a wink.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?”
I give one of her nipples a soft pinch. “Don’t pout, sweet girl, it’s better if you don’t know.”
“I’m not pouting.”
“That would be a lot more convincing if you weren’t pouting while you said it.”
She looks like she wants to be pissed, but she’s also fighting a smile when I give her another wink. In the end, I get a playful eye roll and a muttered, “Whatever, keep your damn secrets.”
When she tries to turn away, I cup her face and pull her closer, kissing her until she’s fisting my hair and wiggling in my lap, no longer remembering why she’s pissed at me.
“I can’t tell you what I do,” I murmur against her lips when she’s breathless, “but I can tell you that I’ll always keep you safe, I’ll kill anyone who ever tries to hurt you, and I will always be faithful to you. That’s what I can tell you, kisa , and that has to be enough. ”
“I have just one question, and then I’ll leave it alone.”
Her eyes search mine, begging me for this one thing, and fuck if I can deny her. When I nod, she says, “I don’t know much about mafia things, but I once read an article about a sex trafficking ring and how they’re often run by crime syndicates.”
Before she can even ask, I shake my head. “No, kisa , we’re not involved in that shit. I give you my word on that. My family has never been and will never be involved in trafficking women.”
I feel her body soften at my words, and I hate that she worried for even a second about any of this. Running my hand through her hair, I pull her down against me again and kiss her forehead.
“My Aunt Alina was kidnapped before I was born. My dad and uncles spent two years searching for her. They were finally able to track down the bastards who had taken her. I don’t know much about the Bratva responsible because they’re all very hesitant to talk about it, but I do know they killed every last one of them.”
“Good,” Lara whispers, turning her head so she can kiss my wrist while I stroke her hair. “I’m glad they killed them, and I’m sorry about what happened to your aunt.”
“You’ll get to meet her on Sunday. She’s married to my Uncle Matvey. They have two kids, Yelena and Evgeny. My uncle has scars too, kisa .” I drag my fingers along her arm, relieved when she doesn’t pull it away like she would have just a few short hours ago. “He was in a fire when he was fifteen, and it left him with scars all over his arms and back. They’re covered in tattoos, but you can still see them.”
She brings her hand to mine, interlacing our fingers so we’re tracing her scars together.
“I hadn’t thought of doing that.” The corner of her mouth lifts in a small smile before she lifts her blue eyes to mine. “Then I’d look like you, all tatted up and tough.”
I smile and run my thumb along her cheek. “You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, no matter what, and you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, kisa . You don’t need tattoos to prove that. ”
She holds one of her arms up, looking at the lines of silvery scars. “Tattoos might look pretty.”
Her voice is low and hesitant, almost like she’s afraid of my reaction.
“Look at me, Lara.”
I wait until she turns to face me. “If you want tattoos, baby, you can get as many as you want. I think they’d look sexy as hell on you, but if you don’t want them,” I add, giving her a smile, “you’ll still look sexy as hell. Whatever you decide is fine with me. I’ll love your body no matter what.”
“Well, aren’t you agreeable,” she says with a laugh. “I’ll remind you of that when I’m so pregnant I can’t see my feet or when I’m so old that my face is covered in wrinkles.”
“You won’t need to remind me. You will always be stunning to me.” I run my hand over her body, stopping when it’s flush against her stomach. It probably shouldn’t make me as hard as it does to imagine her pregnant, but there’s no denying I’m hard as fucking steel while my fingers brush over her lower stomach, exactly where a small baby bump would first appear.
“Just the thought of you pregnant, kisa , fuck,” I groan, resting my forehead against hers. “You have no idea what it does to me.”
“Why?” she whispers. “Why do you want it so badly?”
“Because I want every single part of you.” With my hand still resting protectively on her stomach, I fist her hair with the other and kiss a soft line along the seam of her lips. “I want the world to know you’re mine, and I want to create something beautiful with you.” I smile against her lips and give a soft laugh. “I also really like coming inside you, kisa . Your little pussy is fucking insatiable, the way it squeezes my cock so goddamn tightly, begging for my cum.” I groan at the memory. “I’m helpless to resist it, sweetheart.”
I hiss out a breath when she wraps her hand around my shaft and gently strokes me under the water.
“Is someone ready for more?” I ask.
She smiles and runs her hand back up my length before giving my head a soft squeeze that has me closing my eyes at the sensation and the quick rush of pleasure it brings.
“Always,” she murmurs, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me hard enough to steal my breath and make everything else disappear.
I’m so lost to her that it takes me a second to realize my sneaky girl is now hovering over the head of my cock. Before she can slide down and cause herself pain, I stop her and stand up.
“You’re too sore, baby,” I tell her, knowing she’d regret it in the morning. She’s already going to be sore as hell when she wakes up, and I don’t want to make it worse. Scooting her forward, I put her knees on the seat I’d just been sitting on and place her hands on the side of the hot tub. Sliding my hand between her legs, I gently slap her inner thigh, encouraging her to widen her stance. When she does, I smile and run my eyes over the perfect curve of her ass. The hot water has given her skin a pretty pink color, and when she looks over her shoulder at me, the hungry look in her blue eyes is sexy as hell, but it’s the love and trust I see in them that nearly does me in. Being wanted is nice, but being loved is a thousand times better. She doesn’t just want a quick fuck with me. She’s not using me because she thinks I look good or because she’s impressed by my family. She just wants me, and all I want is her.
I step up behind her and bring my mouth to her back, slowly kissing my way down her wet spine. My hands cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples as I lick and suck and nip along her lower back.
When I drag my hands lower and grip her hips while giving one of her cheeks a soft bite, she lets out a whimper. “Luka, what are you doing?”
I smile and kiss the marks I left on her skin. Kneeling in the hot tub, I keep my hands on her hips, gently encouraging her to bend over even more. She looks over her shoulder and grabs one of my hands.
“I’m not so sure about this.”
I look up at her and kiss her ass again. “I’m going to eat you out from behind, and then I’m going to fuck your thighs, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and bend over so I can get my fill of you.”
“Jesus,” she whispers.
I watch with a smile on my face and a painfully hard cock as she leans down and rests her elbows on the side of the hot tub so she’s kneeling and bent over like I want her. Her tits dip into the water and her pussy and ass are displayed in a way that makes it hard for me to think about anything except my need to be inside her.
“God, baby,” I groan while filling my hands with her ass and spreading her even wider so nothing is hidden from my view. “So fucking beautiful.”
Leaning closer, I flatten my tongue against her clit and slowly lick her. She moans my name as my tongue parts her pussy lips, and when I don’t stop but continue the line up to her tight little asshole, she lets out a sexy whimper as her legs start to shake. I’d planned on devouring her pussy until she came against my face again, but when I run my tongue over her back hole and feel the way she shivers at the sensation, I decide I’d rather make her scream my name while I eat her ass.
I kiss and suck and probe her sensitive flesh with my tongue until she’s gasping and rocking back against me, desperate for release. When I bring a hand to her pussy, I’m not at all surprised to find her dripping for me.
“Does my sweet girl like me eating her ass?” I breathe the question against her spit-covered hole before giving it another firm lick. “Hmm?” I ask again when her only response is to rock her hips back even harder.
“Yes,” she moans when I give her another lick and circle her clit with my fingers. “Please don’t stop.”
I give a soft laugh. “I wasn’t planning on it.” As soon as the words are out, I latch on to her tight little ass, sucking and licking while I rub her clit. Any embarrassment she felt about this position quickly disappears, and soon she’s rocking her hips, grinding her ass against my face and begging me for more. When she throws her head back and screams my name, I work her harder, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible. I don’t just want her to fall off the cliff. I want her to soar off the damn thing—arms spread and drunk on ecstasy without a care in the world. I want to always make her feel like this.
When her body becomes too sensitive and she starts to shy away from my touch, I give her one last soft caress of my fingers and tongue before standing and pressing my body to hers, letting my hard cock slip between her wet thighs. Running my hands down her trembling legs, I force them together, so her pretty thighs are squeezing my dick.
“Just like that, kisa. Keep those gorgeous legs tight around me.”
I thrust against her, groaning at the feel of her wet skin gripping me. Nothing will ever feel as good as her pussy, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy fucking every single part of her body. She squeezes her thighs tighter and reaches up to run her fingers over the head of my cock the next time I thrust between her legs.
I’m trying to give her pussy a rest, but when she parts her legs just enough to position my cock against her slit before closing them again, I groan her name and slide along her soaking wet lips. Filling one of my hands with her breast, I brace the other against the hot tub and kiss a line up her neck.
“How am I ever going to stop fucking you?” Grazing my teeth along her skin, I give her a soft bite and work my hips faster. Every stroke is a rush of sensations that threaten to completely undo me—the soft flesh of her thighs, the slick wetness of her pussy lips brushing along my shaft, coating me in her juices, and the way her breast bounces in my hand with every thrust—it’s sensory overload at its finest, and I’m more than happy to drown in it.
“Luka,” she whimpers, rocking her hips and grinding against me. Her hand still teases the head of my cock as she presses me tighter against her pussy.
“You going to come again, baby?” I run my tongue along the crook of her neck.
“Yes,” she moans, turning her head to give me better access.
“Do it, kisa . Soak my fucking cock, baby.”
I latch onto her neck, sucking hard as I pinch her nipple and she lets go with a scream. Her pussy grinds against my shaft, soaking me with her release and nearly making me lose all control and join her. I grit my teeth and resist, letting her ride her orgasm out, and when she starts to come down, I give her one last kiss before pulling back. With a growl, I fist my cock and come hard. Splaying my hand along her lower back, I hold her still, shooting my seed all over her pussy and ass. She moans my name when she feels what I’m doing and rocks her hips, arching back for me and spreading her thighs wider, giving me better access to what’s mine.
By the time I’m empty, she’s covered in long strips of my cum, and seeing it pleases some part of me that’s been lying dormant until I met her. I’ve never wanted to possess someone before, never wanted to mark someone as mine, to lay claim to every part of their body, and I sure as fuck never thought about having kids or getting married. Lara’s changed everything. She’s made me want things, and she’s helped me to envision a life for myself that I never thought would happen. My dad and uncles have managed a balance between work and family, and they’ve always been very vocal about how much they wish the same for me and my cousins, but I honestly never thought it was a real possibility. It wasn’t something I thought I even wanted until meeting Lara, but now it’s all I want, and I can’t envision a future without her in it.
Running my fingers along her soft curls, I gather my cum up and gently press it between her soft folds, sinking my fingers in deep enough to feel her clench around me.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, pushing in a bit deeper. “My cum belongs right here.” I rub her inner wall, the same spot that always makes her moan so goddamn sweetly when I hit it with the head of my cock. “Keep it inside you, kisa .”
She nods and moans what sounds like an mm-hmm as her worn-out body starts to collapse into the hot tub. Scooping her up, I carry her back into the bedroom. After I’ve dried her off, I put her in my bed and slide in next to her, curling my body around her much smaller one. We’re still naked, and I quickly decide on a no-pajama rule for our bed because this is how I want to fall asleep every damn night from here on out .
She’s asleep in minutes, but I hold her for hours, watching her sleep and memorizing every damn inch of her. By the time I drift off, I’ve kissed and touched every inch of her luscious body. I hadn’t planned on making her come again, but I find her pussy impossible to resist, and once I’d wrapped my mouth around her little clit, it didn’t take much to coax another orgasm from her spent body. She’d woken up just long enough to moan my name and dig her fingers into my hair, pressing me harder against her while she lazily rocked her hips. Afterwards, she’d cuddled up against me, fully asleep in seconds, and I’d drifted off with the sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue.
As soon as I wake the next morning, the first thing I do is tighten my grip on Lara and pull her tighter against me, smiling when I hear her whisper my name as she burrows in closer to me, unwilling to wake up just yet. Usually I wake up and immediately start thinking and worrying about the Bratva, but not today. The only thing I’m worrying about is if she’s going to be too sore for another round or two before she has to leave for work tonight.
Blinking her eyes open, she looks up at me and groans. “I knew it. You’re annoyingly gorgeous in the morning.”
I smile and kiss her before she can duck away from me.
“You can’t look at me like this.” Her voice is muffled since she’s pulled the covers over her head, but she’s easy enough to hear.
“Like what? Breathtakingly beautiful with hair that looks like you’ve spent the night getting good and properly fucked?”
“Oh my god,” she groans, making me laugh. “I’m going to the bathroom, and I’m taking this blanket with me.”
“And deprive me of seeing your gorgeous ass? I think not, sweetheart.”
She lunges off the bed, but I grab the blanket, so she’s forced to run across the room naked, and the sight leaves me rock-hard and missing her so badly it feels like a physical ache. Now that I’ve been inside her, I never want to be anywhere else. I fight the urge to chase after her, giving her a bit of privacy, but when I hear the shower start, I can’t resist going in to join her. I’m only so strong, and knowing she’s naked and wet and in the next room is a temptation I was never going to be able to resist.
As I stride towards the bathroom door, I promise myself that I’ll make sure she isn’t late for work. I can control myself that much at least, and Dominic wouldn’t appreciate me keeping her from her shift. She’ll be quitting the job soon enough, and he’ll be left looking for a new second-floor waitress, so the least I can do is make sure she’s on time for her last few days of work.
That’s the plan anyway, but when I open the door and see glimpses of Lara’s wet, naked body through the foggy glass, I’m not quite as confident about sticking to it as I was on the other side of this door. We still have several hours before tonight’s poker game, and I’m going to use every single one of them to the fullest. I should be able to get her to work on time, but whether or not she’ll be able to walk once she gets there remains to be seen.