Cigarettes smoked—seven #4
He stares at the piece of paper, and I digest his confession with an aching heart.
On the one hand, I’m furious with his ex-wife and consider her a selfish bitch, but on the other hand, it occurs to me that I may have started down a similar path to her myself.
I expected Jan to give up his arranged life for me.
I demanded a division of days to make him do what I wanted to do.
Just the thought of being similar to his ex makes me sick.
Fuck, I’m such an ass!
“I did exactly the same thing she did, didn’t I?” I ask directly, feeling my heart pounding loudly.
Jan raises his eyes from above the page and frowns.
“I don’t understand.”
“I gave you an ultimatum from the beginning that either you would conform to my expectations with the division of days, or I would leave. I wanted to change you, just like your ex-wife.”
He shakes his head.
“This is different. You suggested a compromise. You suggested a solution that took into account both your needs and mine. Some of the days were yours, and some were mine. Although we have been together for only four days and eight hours, you showed an open attitude and a creative approach to improving our relationship. You were willing to talk to me, to learn the reasons for my behavior in the restaurant. You offered to spend New Year’s Eve together, and I refused without giving a specific reason.
You had a right to be angry. I should have told you the reason for my aversion to this type of party.
My ex-wife, even though she knew perfectly well what I was like, made demands of me and at the same time gave me nothing in return. ”
I look at him and my heart is pounding like a hammer. And that’s because in addition to so many important words, he used two that I definitely didn’t expect.
“Are we still together?” I stare at him intently so as not to miss a single wrinkle of his forehead and a single wink.
“I make no secret of the fact that life would be much simpler without you. When you left, I was relieved, in a way, to get back to a normal daily routine. Nevertheless, I couldn’t concentrate on any activity.
I felt as if something was missing. At first, I thought I was hungry.
So I started eating. In less than 24 hours, I used up three days’ worth of food, and although I was satiated, I still felt the same.
The fact that in addition I smelled your scent everywhere, saw you in my kitchen, in my bed, on my couch, helped me realize that I was not craving food, but you.
I had never felt anything like it. And although it would be much easier for me to live without you, I really don’t want that very much. ”
O most holy hosts of heaven. That was some speech.
“Did you know that was the most romantic speech I’ve ever heard?” I get up and walk over to him.
“I didn’t want to duplicate ready-made monologues from movies. I wasn’t sure which ones you had already watched.”
“Probably most of them. And yours unquestionably beats all of them.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m the one to thank you.” I come closer to him. “Now, can I sit on your lap and kiss you? I promise I won’t fondle you, I’ll just grab your shoulders as tightly as I can.”
“Does sitting on my lap and kissing mean that we are still together?” He looks me straight in the eyes, as I straddle him.
“Indeed, Mr. Engler.” I dig my fingers into his arms, and he embraces me at the waist. “Do you remember that you still have my reward to collect?”
“A reward?”
I bring my lips closer to his mouth.
“For trying a piece of potato pancake without the sauce in the restaurant.” I take his hand and move it lower to my buttock.
His eyes widen and a spark appears in his pupils. He got it.
“I have everything we need in the nightstand,” I whisper directly into his lips and place a kiss on them.
Jan clings to me tightly and grips my ass cheeks.
We kiss greedily, as if we haven’t seen each other for at least a week, not two days.
I rub against him, feeling him get hard.
His hands roam over my ass, my hips, slip under my T-shirt and wander up my back.
Jan grabs my T-shirt, pulls it off and throws it on the floor.
“It’s not nice to mess up the place like that.” I smile.
“I will clean up later. I promise.” He closes his mouth on my nipple. “You have perfectly symmetric breasts.” He moves his lips to the other one, sucks the nipple, and a shudder runs through me.
“Do you like symmetry?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“I love it. Especially yours.” He grabs my ass, not taking his mouth off me. “Two perfect curves.”
I lift my hips slightly, and he tightens his fingers on both buttocks, firmly, authoritatively.
“Let’s go.” He rises with me.
I wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss his neck, rubbing my lips against the collar of his shirt, which smells of fresh laundry and perfume. Jesus, I love this guy.
Jan lays me down on the bed and stands over me, his lustful gaze drilling into me.
I wriggle with excitement as he removes his tie, jacket, vest, undoes his cufflinks, shirt buttons, pants…
I slide my hand impatiently into my panties, watching as he exposes his sculpted body before me. I find my sweet spot, I’m wet, ready.
“Take them off.” He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it.
I pull down my panties. I lie in front of him on my back, completely naked.
“Spread your legs.” He stares at my pussy and strokes faster. His eyes are burning and his breathing is getting faster and faster. He looks so manly now, so arousing, I’m about to come.
“Do you also like this kind of symmetry, Mr. Engler?” I slide my fingers over my labia.
“I like all of you, Maria.”
“Just like?”
“Not just.” He raises his eyes, meets my gaze, stops masturbating. “I have never felt anything like this for any woman,” he confesses quite seriously.
My heart stands still for a moment; I freeze, completely still. I look at him and lose my desire for the strong and wild sex I was thinking about just a few minutes ago. I crave something more.
“Make love to me,” I say.
He frowns.
“I’m not sure if I’m good at it.”
“Just be with me, as close as possible.” I reach out to him, and then he leans in and hovers over me, resting his hand near my face.
Our bodies touch; his hips rub against the inside of my thighs.
Jan takes his cock in his hand, and eases it into me.
He fills me inch by inch, looking into my eyes.
An ecstatic thrill makes me shiver with pleasure and warmth engulfs my body, taking my breath away.
“Is this good?” He doesn’t take his eyes off me. I can see how hard he’s trying to make it perfect.
“It’s wonderful.” Tears gather under my eyelids.
Holy shit, I’m about to burst into tears here and now.
For the first time I feel that someone cares about me so much.
And I really don’t want to spoil it. I want us to succeed.
I know there will be many sacrifices, difficulties, conversations, misunderstandings ahead of us.
But I’m not going to give up. For a man like Jan, it’s worth making compromises, giving up many pleasures that seemed ordinary, obvious, and natural until now.
Jan kisses my lips, moves inside me with a calm rhythm. I can feel his breath on me, his scent, his closeness, his commitment. And I can’t imagine ever being with another man again. I don’t want another, I want him. With all his quirks, flaws, with all his uniqueness.
A tear slips out of the corner of my eye and runs down my cheek, followed by another and another.
Jan freezes. He looks at me confused.
“What happened?”
I wipe away a tear.
“You happened, Jan.”
“I told you I’m not good at it. Why don’t we try anal sex?”
I laugh through my tears. God, this guy disarms me. I embrace his face in my hands. Firmly, just the way he likes it.
“I’m in love with you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m crying because I’m in love with you. It’s from happiness.”
“So am I good at it after all?”
“Perfect, in fact.”
A smile comes to his face, but after a while it disappears as quickly as it appeared.
“Does this mean that as of today we will have sex only in this way?”
I burst out laughing.
“No way, don’t worry.”
“That’s good. It’s quite a comfortable position and you look beautiful now, but I also like to look at your perfect ass during sex.”
“I know. Would you like to have a look now?”
His eyes light up.
“Very much so.” He starts to move inside me.
“Will you take me from behind?”
“Yes.”
I can feel him filling me whole. Our breathing is getting faster and faster and a renewed desire is building in us.
“In my tight little hole?”
“Yes.” He gasps throatily. His eyes burn with lust.
A shudder runs through me. I’m close to climaxing.
“Reach into the nightstand. Just one moment more and I’m going to come.”
Aflame with passion, he pulls out of me, opens the bedside drawer, and I turn around and kneel down, leaning on my hands with my legs spread wide.
“Do you use an artificial penis?” he asks, puzzled.
“It’s called a vibrator. And yes, I use it quite often. But I’m unlikely to need it anymore.”
“Mhm.”
I hear the sound of the pump from the lube dispenser, and my excitement grows.
Jan kisses my buttocks, spreads the gel on my tight hole, then slides a finger inside me.
A shiver spreads to my intimate places, and my heart beats like crazy.
I stick my ass out instinctively and feel Jan’s breath envelop my pussy.
He starts kissing me on my labia, licking my juices while satisfying me with his finger.
I open up to him, relaxing all my muscles.
“I’m ready,” I pant.
“One moment.” He stretches me with his finger, adds another and slides his tongue into my pussy.
I push against him with my buttocks. A current runs through my body. I put my fingers on my clitoris, losing myself in the caresses, wanting more.
“Do you feel good?” His low voice makes a pleasant tingling sensation spread through my lower abdomen.
“Yes, get inside me.”
He pulls his fingers out of me; I hear the pumping sound again. I glance over my shoulder: Jan is stroking his slick, hard cock. This sight turns me on even more, I impatiently roll my fingers in circles on my clit, hot electricity flows in…
Jan rubs his penis against my tight hole and begins to slide in slowly, massaging my bum with his hand. He fills me gradually, opening me carefully. His breathing speeds up, a murmur of desire escapes his lips.
“Holy shit, I’m about to come just from looking,” he gasps.
“Not yet. Deeper.” I can hardly catch my breath. I’m sweating. I rub my clit faster.
Jan eases out a little, lubes us up, then enters again, deeper than before. I grab the quilt with my hand. Shivers run through me.
“Oh Christ, you are tight.” He settles into a slow, steady rhythm, and clamps his hands on my buttocks. “You have an awesome ass, Maria.” He gives me a firm spank.
I work my clit frantically. I’m already at the limit.
“I’m about to come,” I moan in pleasure, losing myself, my body shaking. As if from behind a wall, I hear the sound of the lube pumping again, and suddenly Jan slides the vibrator into my pussy.
Holy fuck.
“Oh yes!”
He fills me completely with it, and at the same time thrusts deep with his cock into my tight hole.
An explosion of the senses follows. My orgasm is powerful like an earthquake. It spreads throughout my body. I feel it everywhere, in my neck, breasts, belly, thighs, my intimate places… and these tighten about his cock and the vibrator, further intensifying the sensations.
“Oh yes, yes.” Jan thrusts into me faster, with short strokes. I hear his sensual moan. I’m barely holding on, falling apart. “Maria…” His voice is low, snarling and so damn sexy that it echoes through my body, intensifying the wave of fulfillment that is slowly ebbing away.
Jan comes with a throaty gasp. He stays inside me with his throbbing member, then pulls the vibrator out of me gently and only after a while he eases out slowly and carefully from my tight hole.
I fall inertly on my stomach. I’m completely spent, but happy and satisfied. Jan lies down next to me on his back. His hair is damp with sweat, he calms his breathing and looks into my eyes. He is beautiful. He is mine. I adore him. And I want to hug him so badly that I’m about to go crazy.
“Maria?”
I lie staring at him like he’s a picture. “Yes?” My fingers itch to run through the black hairs on his chest.
“Does that look mean you want a hug or are you just admiring my sculpture?”
I smile.
“Both. In addition, I’d also like to fondle your chest hair.”
He makes a face.
“The fondling is definitely out. We can snuggle and, if you want, I can fondle you.”
“An excellent idea.” I move over to him, all on cloud nine, and snuggle into his broad chest.
Jan embraces me and glides his fingers over my hand.
Up and down. From shoulder to wrist, from wrist to shoulder.
He does this slowly, steadily, and calmly, making me relax.
The calm beat of his heart and his steady breathing give me a sense of intimacy and safety.
I feel warm, pleasant, fulfilled and happy as never before.
I’m slowly drifting away, losing the boundary between being awake and fading off to sleep.
And then I hear his low voice:
“I’m in love with you too, Maria.”
Well, there you go. He has become emotional, this guy, MY BOSS.