Chapter 22 #2
Luka placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head back. Peering into my eyes, he said, “I’m on a different path now. I’m walking a new road. Will you walk it with me?”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t need to think about it. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
Luka captured my mouth in a searing kiss. I gripped his shoulders and wound my legs around his waist, hauling him in close and keeping him right where I wanted him. He expertly unclasped my bra and brought it down my arms.
As he tossed it aside, I was reminded of the filthy things he’d said he wanted to do the last time we were together. He must have been reading my mind because he grinned and promised, “Later.”
He palmed my breasts, appreciating the weight of them.
He nuzzled between them and then kissed my right nipple.
His mouth moved to the left, and he used his tongue and teeth to suck and nip.
My legs tightened around his waist at the sharp bite of pleasure, and he moved to the other side, leaving me panting and throbbing.
I fumbled with his belt, unable to make my fingers work as his tongue circled my nipple.
He sucked hard, and I keened, crying out at the tugging sensation.
I managed to finally unbuckle his belt and moved to his zipper.
When I had it open, I brazenly reached inside in his underwear and grasped his cock, making him hiss and growl.
“You’re so hard.” I marveled at the steely length of him against my palm. He pressed his forehead to mine, sharing my breaths as I stroked his erection. He was thick and heavy, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. “I want you in me, Luka. I need it.”
“Fuck,” he swore needily and gripped my panties. “Lift your ass.” I complied, and he pulled them down my thighs and legs. “Open,” he ordered, shoving my thighs far apart. A moment later, his fingers followed my slit, discovering the slick heat spilling out of me. “You’re so wet already.”
“I can’t help it.” I kissed him, claiming his mouth and stabbing my tongue against his. “I’ve been touching myself almost every night thinking about you.”
“Jesus, Elona.” He groaned hungrily and deepened our kiss while his fingers swirled around my throbbing clit. I inhaled a shaky breath, and he kept the same pace, circling and rubbing until I was on edge. His fingers slid lower and plunged inside me, two of them curved and stroking just right.
“Luka!” I was so close. My thighs trembled. My toes curled. “Luka, please.”
“Not yet.” He withdrew his fingers, smearing my wetness on my inner thigh, and then shifted his jeans and underwear out of the way.
He grasped his cock at the base, running his hand up and down his length.
He used the blunt, ruddy tip to probe into me, just an inch or so before he withdrew.
“Fuck. It’s even better than I dreamed.”
I whimpered as he thrust into me, burying himself halfway before withdrawing almost completely. He teased me with those shallow thrusts until I was clutching at his forearms, scratching at him. “Luka. Luka!”
“I know.” He lazily licked his thumb, making sure I could see his tongue moving over his skin, and then he brought that slick digit right to my clit.
He thrust so deep, impaling me on his entire length, and started to manipulate that swollen pink pearl hidden away there. It was so good. Too good. Too much.
My core clenched around his shaft, squeezing and amplifying the sensations of his dick moving in and out of me. His thumb moved steadily around my clit, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until I completely lost it.
“Luka.” Screaming his name, I fell back against the table, unable to stay upright as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
He growled my name through gritted teeth and grabbed my thighs. He anchored himself, gripping onto me, and began to pound through my orgasm. Every fast, deep thrust prolonged my climax, pushing me higher and higher and higher until I felt the telltale tightening again.
Shocked, I lifted my head and met his fiery gaze. He knew exactly what he was doing. He gave me a sexy smirk that devastated me and then brought his thumb right back to my clit. As soon as I felt his thumb on me, I came, this time so hard I made an animalistic sound of pure surrender and bliss.
He didn’t last long after that. Six thrusts, and he was completely shattered.
He drove deep, his whole body jerking as he pumped ropy bursts of semen into me.
He couldn’t stay upright a moment longer.
He fell forward, his face landing against my breasts.
He nestled against them, and I brought my shaking hands up to cradle his face.
Eyes closed, I stroked his bearded cheek and dragged my nails through his short hair.
We stayed like that for a little while, just enjoying the closeness.
When he finally stood, he tucked himself back into his pants and reached for my hands, drawing me up into a sitting position.
He cupped my face in both hands and kissed me tenderly.
“You want to shower with me?” I needed one badly. After a full workday, walking up and down the street and now this, I was sticky and hot. “I actually have a pretty nice one.”
He didn’t need to be convinced. He gathered up our clothing from the floor and table and followed me into the bathroom. He took in the space and remarked, “It’s a good apartment.”
“Way nicer than I’d be able to afford if I was only living on my salary,” I admitted.
“Brett is staying out of my life choices here, mostly, but he was adamant I live here.” I frowned as I reached into the tiled shower and turned on the water.
“I suspect he’s got some kind of security here I don’t know about. ”
“After what happened at the almost-wedding, I’m sure he does.” Luka watched me in the mirror’s reflection as I removed my jewelry and heels. “I like that look on you.”
“I look like an exotic dancer at the end of her routine,” I joked and peeled a makeup removing wipe from the container on the counter. “Shoes. Jewelry. No clothes.”
“And I like it.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck and cheek. “Maybe we can make the apartment a naked-only zone.”
“We’ll never get anything done if we do.” I wiped my face, removing what little makeup I’d won that day. The culture at the office here was more minimalist, clean girl aesthetic so it made my routine much simpler.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Sometimes I have to bring work home,” I warned, untangling myself from his strong arms so I could throw the used towelette in the trash. “I need to go into the office tomorrow actually.”
“I can entertain myself.” He checked the water temp and stepped inside, holding out his hand to help me follow him. “Or, if you’d rather I not be here while you’re gone, I can explore the city for a few hours.”
“Why would I care if you’re here when I’m not?” I moved under the shower stream and let the hot water pour over my body. “How long are you staying?”
“I don’t have a visa,” he admitted as he reached up to adjust the second shower head. The luxury bathroom amenities were finally proving themselves useful. I didn’t have to stand there freezing while he showered or vice versa. “I have 240 hours in country before I have to leave.”
“And go where?” I glanced back at him. “Japan? South Korea?”
“Probably.”
“And then?”
“Come back here if you’ll let me.”
“I’m not the one you need to ask permission. The Chinese government is pretty strict about their visas.” I frowned. “I don’t think I can help much. I don’t know anything about Albanian passports and visa programs.”
“I’ll figure it out.” He didn’t seem bothered. “If I have to, I’ll get a visa for somewhere nearby and come to visit whenever you’ll let me.”
He made it sound so easy, and I wanted to believe him. He was making it very clear that he saw a future with me. He’d given up his birthright for us. He’d come halfway around the world for me. He was willing to live like a nomad so he could be close to me.
Realizing I owed him the truth, all of it, before he committed, I purposely faced the water and reached for my bar of soap. As I lathered it between my hands, I said, “Luka, I need to tell you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Do you remember what Kristo said after he stabbed me?”
Luka made a furious sound behind me, huffing like a dragon. “I really don’t want to talk about him.”
“I don’t either, but he said something we have to address.”
“Elona.” He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I don’t need to know. Your past is your own. You don’t owe me any explanations.”
“I know.” I covered his hand with mine. “But I want to tell you. I want it all out in the open before things get really serious.”
He gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “I’m listening.”
I let my hand drop from his and began to methodically soap my body. I couldn’t risk looking at him, couldn’t stand the idea that his expression might turn to one of disgust or disappointment.
Eyes on my own body, I said, “I wasn’t a lonely kid. I wasn’t bullied. I had friends. I was good at school. I was even better at softball. I wasn’t the kind of girl you’d expect a predator to target, but for some reason, he did.”
I washed my breasts and belly and tried not to let too many of those memories resurface.
“It was innocent stuff at first. Praising me. Asking me to stay late to practice. Giving me a ride home. Then he started telling me things about his wife, about how she didn’t understand him the way I did.
I was young and dumb. I believed I was special, that I was so mature for my age, that I was so special. I believed everything he told me.”
“Elona.” He gently grasped my waist and kissed the side of my head. “I’m so sorry.”