Page 47 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Luka is empowering. He communicates his intentions and feelings out loud. He accepts the person in front of him with no crumb of judgment. He shows admiration through his touch. And he makes a woman’s inner sexual goddess wake up and orgasm like a nuclear bomb.
It wasn’t just the sex and the orgasms. It was how he made me feel before, during, and after. Accepted. Safe. Worshiped.
He didn’t pressure me to do anything I didn’t want to. He asked for my consent at all times and he was putting my emotions and needs on top of everything else.
This is a memory I will cherish regardless of what happens after.
The bed beneath me cradles my relaxed form, Luka demanded I get some rest. After dinner, we showered the Alfredohesmeared over my thighs and licked to the rhythm of another song.Fettuccini ain’t got nothing on you.I laugh at the memory.
“Dylan, I got to run to the shop below for a moment. I’ll be back in a bit.” He informs me, making his way out.
“Okay, I’ll be here.” On your bed. Wishing this day would never be over.
Sophie: Girl, how’s it going?
Sophie’s text flashes on the top of my screen.
Dylan: Honestly, the best time I’ve ever had.
Sophie: Wow, THAT good?!
Dylan: Remarkable!
I call and tell her a little bit about our rendezvous over the course of one day.
“Shit girl, he sounds like a dream.” The shock in her tone echoes through the other end of the line.
I gaze at the ceiling. “Yeah, one I will wake up from very soon.”
“Don’t be like that. Maybe he will ask you out. And if not, ask him. You always go after what you want.” I do and every time I go after a man it blows up in my face.
I show my interest and suddenly I’m the desperate one because I am confident enough to go after what I want.
They’re sweet in the beginning until they turn hostile, manipulative, or simply lose interest. At least from my experience. I know I’m projecting. Not everyone is like that. I just don’t like the pain associated with it. The disappointment churns in my stomach and messes with my mind. I want my piece of mind intact.
I don’t want to give up on Luka either, but he didn’t express any verbal sign that suggests he wants more. And soon I’ll be walking out that door and I might not come back.
Unknown: Get your sweet ass on the roof, wildflower. The door next to the elevator will lead you there. Hurry up!
The rush in my bloodstream spikes up. Sneaky-Luka. He must have taken my number the day he texted Sophie from my phone.
“Soph, I got to go. I’ll call you later. Love Ya’!” My decibels travel all over the place as excitement bubbles to the surface.
“Go get him,” Sophie shouts before I toss the phone on the mattress, run to the door, and climb upstairs.
Covered by the darkness of the night, the moonlight beams softly on our faces.
Luka is sitting on a wide couch-chair, completely naked.
A string of fairy lights is wrapped around the chair’s legs, adding a faint light from underneath.
Craft supply spills over the table next to it.
“Strip and come straddle my lap.” He commands without breaking eye contact.
I hook two thumbs in the waistband of my sweats, taking them along with my underwear down until they pool at my bare feet. My body shivers under the shift of the cool weather.
I get rid of my shirt too, his eyes sweep down my body, taking every inch of me in.
