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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. Sureenough, 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 somepoint. 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.
***
When we arrive back in Atlanta, Lom personally helps me get my bags back into my apartment. He wanted us to go out to dinner, but I was so tired from the flight that all I wanted to do was take a hot shower and then curl up in bed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Lom questions, and I nod without hesitation.
“As long as you want to,” I murmur, and he smirks.
“How could I not? I’ll see you tomorrow. Take a nice, hot shower, then get some rest.” Lom steps forward and wraps his arms around me. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I feel the most cared about whenever he does this. There’s just something different about a forehead kiss. It’s kind of like a love language sort of thing. You know, how some people show you they care by buying you your favorite soda or chocolate. Lom does it with affection.
“I will. Thank you, and thank you for bringing everything in.”
“You help me, I help you. Go relax, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Lom tells me as he plants a kiss on my lips. I kiss him back, but when he pulls away, I’m caught wanting more. I want so much more. But for now, we need to have our space. I’ll see him again tomorrow, and things will be better.
Lom leaves my apartment, and as soon as he does, I lock the deadbolt and head into the kitchen. I want a shower, but I want a glass of wine even more than that. I go to the fridge, but I change my mind and grab a bottle of whiskey instead. I take a few minutes to make my world-famous whiskey sour, and as soon as I’m finished, I take a sip. Mmm, delicious.
I’m going to get in the shower eventually, but I have to call Amelia. It’s the real reason I sent Lom back to the hotel because I needed to have a serious girl chat with my cousin. I pull out my phone and tap on her contact. Within a moment, the phone’s ringing, and I wait for her to answer. She doesn’t, so I slowly enjoy my whiskey sour.
After a few minutes, my phone rings. It’s Amelia, so I answer. “It’s so weird being here without you,” I tell her as soon as I answer the phone.
“Were you calling because you missed me?” Amelia laughs into the phone.
“No, but I miss you anyway. I had a major bomb dropped on me, and I need some input.”
“A bomb dropped on you? I’m surprised you’re still alive.”
“Stop being such a literal bitch for a minute, would you?” I’m kind of snappy back to Amelia, but I don’t mean to be too bad.
