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“I want you to ravage me. We can get more sleep tomorrow. It’s such a long flight,” Emily mews, snaking her fingertips against my chest. She slowly glides them up until she’s pressing them lightly against my neck.
We only have a bedside lamp on in this room, and it’s just enough that I can see her perfectly.
“I want you to come back with me.” I let it slip out without even thinking about the consequences. We’re so very new, and dropping a bomb like this could be too much right now.
“We’re going back to Atlanta tomorrow, silly.” Emily playfully presses her finger against my nose, and I put my hand on her side, loving the feel of the satin and her flesh intermingled.
“I mean here, to Grozny. I was only ever meant to be in Atlanta for a short period of time… and when I leave to come back to Grozny, I don’t want to come back alone. I’ll give you time to think about it, so don’t give me your answer right now. Just think about it.”
Emily parts her lips from the shock of it all and doesn’t say a word. She simply nods, and I begin changing out of my day clothes and into some pajamas. Meanwhile, I notice my bag is completely packed. “Thank you for doing that.” I motion my head over to the bag.
“Of course. I’m glad to help when I can,” Emily replies, and this is what it must feel like to have a partner. A relief, really.
Emily comes over to me and wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her lips against my bare arm.
“We should get some sleep since we leave early, don’t you think?” I ask Emily as I turn around and brush my fingertips against her skin.
“I mean, I guess if you insist.” Emily playfully rolls her eyes at me, and I pull her closer to my chest.
My brother asked me earlier if I felt like I could be falling for her, and I think I might be. I don’t know how else to describe the feeling coursing through me right now.
Chapter Thirteen
Emily
Our flight has been uneventful, to say the least. It’s a breath of fresh air compared to what it was like getting to Grozny in the first place. Lom’s been on his computer, working, I assume. I’ve been on my laptop getting some work done as well, but after a while, the words get blurry and start melting together. I close my laptop on the desk in front of me, and Lom continues to go to work on his.
Memories from last night start running through my mind, and I still can’t believe what he said. He wants me to come back to Grozny with him permanently. What in the actual fuck? We’ve been dating for what, a few weeks. I’m not upset by what he said at all. In fact, I’m thankful he spoke from the heart. Sometimes, I have a hard time knowing where his head is at. A lot of the time, I tell myself everything is fine, kind of like when you speak something into existence. That’s what it feels like. I’d be lying if I said there weren’t any moments that I had a doubt about. I worry about how he feels about me, but as a woman, I understand that’s how it is. Especially when you’ve been the woman who’s gone through absolute hell.
I need to connect with him, and seeing as we’re one of maybe five people on this plane, I can’t see any reason why we shouldn’t just do what we should’ve done last night. I get up from my seat and close the distance between the two of us. I shut his laptop ever so slowly, and he averts his gaze to pay attention to me. “Is there something I can help you with, Emily?”
“There is, actually. Just not here.” I speak plainly and turn, walking toward the bedroom behind us. This jet has a bedroom, living area, and a bathroom that attaches to the bedroom. Once I’m in the bedroom, I can feel Lom’s presence behind me. Sure enough, I turn my neck, and he might be ten feet behind me. He shuts the door to the bedroom, and I walk into the bathroom.
It’s a kink of mine to get fucked in a plane bathroom, but since we’re on a jet, I guess I’m going to have to settle for the next best thing. The bathroom is fucking gorgeous. The cabinets, door, and paneling are all the same. It’s a wood mixture of the deepest browns with black veining through it, and the countertops are plain white granite or quartz. The floors are Carrera marble which ties together the bathroom beautifully. There’s even a stand-up shower in here, which is awesome. I never thought jets or planes ever had showers, but obviously, I was mistaken.
Lom follows me into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. “You needed me in here?”
“I do,” I tell him as I grab his cock through his pants. It’s flaccid, but it won’t stay this way for long.
He licks his lips and tries to hold his smile back. “Come on, you know you want this. It’s hot.”
“It’s not hot. You’re hot. There’s a difference, upryamaya mysh.”
I fucking love it when he calls me that. Then again, there’s something about a gorgeous man calling you a pet name in another language.
I crash my lips onto him as I palm his cock. It grows harder by the moment, and I rub my palm against him through his pants. I’m not too hard, but I’m not soft with my movements, either. I want Lom to know I need him like I need to breathe oxygen.
Lom wastes no time forcing his tongue past my teeth and colliding it with mine. I moan into the heat of the kiss, and he slides his hands under my thighs. I wore a dress that landed just above my knees for this exact situation. I was thinking about it this morning when we took off, and I knew he’d fold at some point. I knew he’d be ready for it because we’ve held back a bit over the past few days.
The cool chill of the sink against my ass causes me to jolt, and Lom’s unzipping his pants, forcing his cock through the hole. He pulls my panties down in record time and yanks them until they hang onto only one foot. Lom pulls his lips away from mine, and I sigh because I want his lips back on mine. I want them there so fucking badly.
Out of nowhere, Lom grabs me by the back of the neck and slams his cock inside me. I gasp from the sudden intrusion, and he smiles down at me. “I love watching you when I get inside you. I love the way your eyebrows partially furrow and how your eyes widen from the impact. I love everything you do.” He doesn’t give me enough time to say anything else because he shoves his lips back down onto mine, and I take him in.
We rock together on this sink, and Lom brings his lips next to my ear. With every ragged breath, I get wetter and wetter. My core heats up with each movement, and I’m so close to exploding around him. “Lom,” I moan his name ever so lightly, and he brings his lips back in front of mine.
“Come for me.” He stares into my eyes, and with every movement, I’m closer to the edge. Finally, I explode around him, and he quickens his pace. He rams into me like I’m some prostitute he bought off the street, and I come harder than I ever have in my entire life.
His breathing becomes rapid, and he comes undone inside of me. He leans against me until my back presses against the glass mirror. Still, inside me, he kisses me with such passion that I don’t think I’ll ever have another doubt about how he feels about me. Right now, I think he feels the same way about me as I do about him.
