“As you wish,” he answered with a frustrating nonchalance.
Vlad had only left on his snug gray underwear, giving me the pleasure of tugging at the elastic. I pulled it down and around to find his length springing out to meet me. My hand twisted up and down his length, coaxing out a groan from deep within him. Before long, I was guiding Vlad into me. Our bodies connected, and our lips found each other again.
I could taste my salt on his tongue, and it thrilled me to no end. Inch by inch, he pushed deeper.
“Kraseevaia zhenshchina,” he muttered before thrusting into me again.
A beautiful woman.
That’s who I was. That’s all I needed to be here. Inside and out, Vlad made me feel wonderfully divine. I would never hesitate with him. As I moaned into his kiss, my hips rolled against his rocking thrusts. The sensation started sending me over the edge, but Vlad didn’t relent. His hands pinned mine over my head, and our fingers wove together, he sent me to another plane of pleasure.
My spine arched. My body trembled. I kept pushing until my climax took hold of my body, and Vlad’s hot release flooded my insides.
“Oh, Vlad,” I murmured, not knowing what I might say.
Breathless and covered in a fine mist of sweat, I was a woman spent and on edge. My hair was a mess, but that didn’t change how he looked at me or drew me into his frame. There, with only the ambient city light cutting through the thick blinds, Vlad and I laid there together.
I didn’t think about what we were doing. All I knew was how nice his chest felt like a pillow. I even relished the smell of our salt and heat mingling together. When my afterglow began to settle, I found my words again.
“What are these tattoos?” I asked, my hands running over the illustrated tan skin.
The black inked images ran across the top of his chest and over to his right shoulder. They were incredibly detailed, and based on how the ink looked, they’d been there for some time.
“Pictures from old fairytales,” he answered plainly. “My babba used to read them to me, and I got them to remind me of home.”
As I focused, I only recognized a few. “They’re beautiful.”
“And you have a few yourself,” he teased, letting his fingers run up my spine.
“Foolish youth,” I half-joked. “They don’t mean much.”
“And what about the heart behind your ear?”
I smiled. “That’s a secret.”
“Then, share it with me.”
Again, how could I deny him?
“It’s my favorite place to be kissed,” I professed, a swell of girlish bashfulness fluttering in my chest.
“Your secret is safe with me,” he swore before twisting to find that spot.
I couldn’t help but giggle as his lips found my heart tattoo. Almost like a tickle spot, being touched there sent shivers across my spine. It widened my delirious smile, and it made me even more willing to follow Vlad’s gentle command.
“Stay with me tonight,” he told me. “I’ll let you buy me that coffee, and I’ll take us both to the university.”
“I’ll need to get my work bag from home.”
“No problem,” he promised. “Just stay here.”
There were plenty of little soaps, towels, and robes. We had everything to make it through one night together, so I nodded.
“All right, Vlad,” I agreed softly. “I’ll stay with you.”