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“I never said that. You assumed, Ambros. I’ve missed you, and this is what I want.” Xava motions with her hand between the two of us.
I take slow steps until I’m right in front of her. Xava delicately unbuttons my dress shirt and helps me take it off. Her dark eyes glow with heat, and I’m having a really hard time holding back right now. All I want to do is pick her up and toss her on my bed.
As I’m thinking about it, I realize there’s nothing wrong with my thoughts, so I slide my hands under her ass and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, holding onto me for dear life. She’s so petite yet curvy. God, the way her dark locks frame her face makes her look like an innocent schoolgirl. College-age, nothing too young, of course.
Xava brings her lips up against mine and kisses me softly. I kiss her back with the same intensity, slowly bringing more ferociousness to her lips. I walk us over to the bed and plop her down on her back. She lets go of my neck and goes for my belt, pulling it off with record speed. I know exactly what she wants, and fuck if I don’t want the same thing.
I caress one of her breasts with one hand while I capture her taut nipple in my mouth, sucking and pulling. She arches her back, making me feel like she wants more.
I do just that, switching up her breasts now. I’m on the alternate one and tug on her nipple. She moans softly and runs a hand through my hair. Her nails rake against my scalp. I’ve never had a woman do that before, and goddamn, it feels good.
My cock is about to burst at the seams. I unbutton my slacks and tug them down with one hand, kicking them off as quickly as I can. Xava shimmies herself down and crushes her lips back against mine. Damn, I’ve fucked a lot of women in the past, but some undeniable passion arcs between us every single time I’m with Xava.
She reaches down and palms my hard cock, squeezing against my shaft as she pumps up and down. The pressure feels amazing, and I wish I could let her do this for a while, but the truth is I’ve been thinking about Xava for days, so I don’t know how long I’m actually going to last.
I pull her hand away from my cock and bring it up my chest while I hike up one of her legs and get closer to her center. “I’ve been waiting too long for this, Ambros,” Xava whispers, staring right into my eyes.
This is the type of shit I love that she does. I look right into her eyes as I line myself up at her entrance. I slowly push myself inside her and watch her expression change as my size forces her open for me.
“You’re not the only one. These are the days where I hate how far we are from each other,” I whisper in her ear, suckling on the bottom of her ear lobe.
My field of work constantly keeps me traveling, though I do find myself wishing Xava was by my side at the end of the day.
“Me too,” Xava confesses.
Her walls tighten around me, and I pick up my pace. I know her body well enough to know when she begins tensing up, she’s getting closer to the edge, and I want her to go over it for me. Knowing I can bring her so much pleasure is such a turn-on in itself. Tonight, I want it to be long, with many rounds of sex. Even if I find my own release soon, it won’t be the last time. I’ll wake her up and ravage her body over and over again, for as long as I want.
Xava yanks my neck down and forces her lips against mine once more. This is what sex should be. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good fuck, but there’s meaning behind this. It’s better sex than I’ve had with anyone over my entire life, and I don’t want to lose that. I have to tell her this now before I get too distracted by her body. I pull my lips away from hers slightly. “I want you to be mine, Xava. Be my girl. Be my woman. Be my girlfriend.”
“Yes, Ambros. That’s all I want.” Xava meets her lips with my own again, and the taste of peach with white wine enters my mouth. God, I might have met my match with her.
Xava Umarova is the kind of woman I never want to let go.
Chapter Sixteen
Xava
I’ve spent the last two days in Mykonos with Ambros, and I had a better time than I thought I was going to have. I was really excited to come to Greece and spend time with him, but after the issue with Ambros’ father and that woman, Zoe, I didn’t know if there would be more drama during the rest of the trip.
Luckily, there haven’t been any other issues. Ambros ended up telling me that I blew him away when I stood up for myself so boldly the other night. If this was a couple of years ago, I don’t think I ever would have stuck up for myself the way I did then. I was never really sure of myself when I was younger. I didn’t have a lot of confidence. Being with my siblings over the last year has been good for me. It was the first time I left Prague and was able to dive into my culture. In Prague, I could never understand what it was like to be Chechen. My adoptive mother tried, but there are some things you can’t teach your children when you no longer live in your home country.
Speaking of her, she called me yesterday, and we spoke briefly. Our relationship has been strained since I found out she kept everything from me. At some point, I thought she would have confessed everything. I confronted her about it, and she told me she promised my biological mother she’d never tell me unless my biological mother gave her explicit instructions to do so. I told her how screwed up the entire situation was, and all she told me was that she did what she had to do.
I didn’t understand that comment at first, but the longer I thought about it, the more I figured she had some sort of incentive for raising me. So, yesterday, when we were finally on the phone again, I asked her point blank: “Was anything given to you for raising me?”
She told me my biological mother gave her two million dollars as a one-time payment for “adopting” me and that she sent one hundred thousand every year as a bonus to keep her happy. So, if you add all that up, my adoptive mother was making roughly two hundred and eleven thousand per year, and she had a job on top of all that. She was making bank, truly.
Ambros was around when I took the phone call. I spoke in Czech since that is my first language, with English as my second, and I’ve been teaching myself Russian over the last couple of years via an app on my phone. He didn’t understand one word I was saying, so I explained after I got off the phone with her. I was naturally upset, and he wanted to help, to be there for me in case I needed to vent.
The truth is, I didn’t even know what I should have vented about, so I explained it to him. I told him every single detail I knew. By the time we got down to the nitty gritty about the whole thing, I was questioning whether or not my adoptive mother even cared. Was I just a job to her?
So now, I’m sitting in Ambros’ living room texting my best friend, Yara, when out of nowhere, she calls me. “Yara, hey!” I haven’t actually spoken on the phone with her in a couple of weeks. She’s been so busy, and my life has been crazy too.
“Hello there. Tell me, how are you? I’m so sorry I haven’t called. Things have been nuts, and I’m in desperate need of a break… so do you know what that means?” There’s a playful tone in Yara’s voice, and I can only think of one thing.
“You’re coming to Grozny?” Please let it be true. God, please let it be true!
“I sure am! I’ll be there in a few days around dinner time.”
