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“Of course. We should all take it one day at a time,” he replies. Aleksandr shifts away from me to grab my bag from beside him on the bench. I hadn’t even realized that I had forgotten it. I follow his lead as he stands up, returning my belongings. I go to shake his hand, but he pulls me in for a gentle hug instead. “Have a good rest of your day… Damsel.”
I smile back at him as we part in different directions. I’m not sure when I’ll see him again, but he acts like a gentleman.
It’s kind of refreshing, except for the part about me being a damsel. I don’t need a knight in shining armor.
Coming Home
Arriving home, I park in the garage and carry everything in from my car. Aleksandr said I had a panic attack, but I never told him the details of why I ended up having one. The way he reacted was sweet, and he didn’t pressure me into telling him details.
“Hey, babe. I’m home!” I call out to Tyr. The afternoon reminded me of all that we’ve been through together. I picture how blue his eyes looked when he ravished me on the roof the night he took my virginity. If I want Tyr to treat me normally, I have to act normal.
“I’m right here, darling. Did you have a nice time with Aimee?” He kisses me on the cheek and takes my bag from my shoulder, setting it on the countertop of the drop zone. I’d forgotten I lied to him about who I was going to hang out with.
“Yeah, I had a good time. I missed you though.” I move closer to him and let my eyelids close slightly in a sultry manner.
“Oh, really? ‘Cause I missed you too.” Tyr bends his tall frame so he can kiss me. He wraps his arms around me to grip my ass cheeks and lifts me closer to him, deepening the kiss. My mini skirt bunches around my hips and rides up towards my stomach.
My hands graze the nape of his neck, and my fingers tangle in his hair, tugging slightly. He moans into my mouth and turns, carrying me to the couch while squeezing my ass.
Setting me down gently, he moves his hands down my midsection, stroking my hips and thighs. Tyr's finger barely brushes my underwear directly over my clit. I feel his hot breath on my bare skin as he slips a finger under the edge of my panties. I raise my ass ever so slightly so he can take them off easier, then sit up to take my top and bra off, kissing him as I do. Leaning back down, I angle my hips down into the cushion, and my tits rise to meet his mouth.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” he groans as he takes a nipple between his teeth. If he bites any harder, it would hurt, but he stops right at the brink of pain. I bite my lip in pleasure, closing my eyes and throwing my head back into the pillows.
“Fuck, I love your tits.”
My eyes fly open in alarm and lust as I hear Aleksandr’s husky voice repeat what Tyr had just stated. What the fuck?
I can’t think about it anymore with Tyr pressing on a certain spot just above my clit, driving me crazy. I whine as he moves his fingers, teasing and playing with me, readying me for the hardness I can feel pressing into my skin.
He moves his fingers away from my entrance, and they glisten with my juices as he licks them. “Damn, you taste good.”
I giggle, minimizing the space between my thighs to feel my soaking lips against each other. It drives me almost to insanity, feeling myself this wet. I’m dripping, and I feel it sliding between my ass cheeks. The feeling makes me moan aloud and squeeze my legs together tighter. Tyr bends his head down to undo his pants.
“Damn, you taste good.”
This time, Aleksandr’s face flashes in front of Tyr’s. Seriously, what the–
“Fuck!” I scream as Tyr positions himself between my legs and jackhammers himself into me. He thrusts in over and over again with amazing force. Gripping my knee with his right hand, he reaches his left down and strokes my cheek before moving it downwards over my throat. My heartbeat quickens when I think he’s going to choke me again, but he spreads out his fingers and moves farther down to massage my tits, pinching and tugging at my nipples.
“Oh, Nova, that’s it. Come for me. Come on my cock!”
I tickle his wrist and forearm delicately with my fingernails while my other hand feverishly rubs my clit. He’s not going to hurt me again, I keep repeating to myself. Just try to fucking come.
His moans come faster and more breathless as he fills my core with his seed. His short nails dig into my knee and tits as he milks his dick for all it's worth. I quicken the pace of my fingertips, pleading with my body to let me orgasm.
It’s too late. He finishes and slumps over in exhaustion.
Dammit!
“I can’t believe it happened again,” I whine as I take a long sip of my drink.
“Or didn’t happened again.” Aimee chuckles at her own joke.
I give her the meanest look that I can. If looks could fucking kill. "I just want to orgasm like when I was on that stupid fucking island. I don't know what it is, but something changed. He’s changed. I mean, I’m starting to wonder if someone else could do the job better.”
“Ooh, like who? Anyone specific, or just someone else in general?” Aimee asks jokingly as she grabs a napkin from underneath the windowsill to wipe her fingers on. We’re sitting in her breakfast nook, having warm beverages and blueberry muffins.
“I don’t know. Generally, I guess,” I muse as I gaze out the window and try to focus on what I love about Tyr. “It’s like, I love him and all, but sometimes I can’t honestly tell if he loves me. Shouldn’t he want me to have a good time and not just himself?”
