Page 32 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“Anyway, they bought this building when I was fourteen and told me that one day it would become something truly marvelous and unexpected. Guess they were right.” The pride on his features is contagious much like his laughter.
“Hell yes, they were right on the money. Bet they were great gamblers too.” I joke and I hope he doesn’t find it offensive.
His captivating laughter bubbles to the surface so fast causing his impressive frame to shake with mirth and I’m relieved whilst exhaling a breath.
“The best!” The excitement emits his entire posture, “These two went to Vegas often, for fun. They always hit the jackpot.”
We continue to talk until we find ourselves playing Twenty-questions.
“What’s your favorite show growing up?” I ask.
“Addams family. The animation.” He clarifies. “A kid in the late nineties,” he shrugs, “perks. Besides, Gomez and Morticia arethecouple.”
A snorted-cackle escapes me at his mention. “True to both. Does that make Halloween your favorite holiday?” It’s my favorite.
“Is that another question?” he says playfully, the corner of his mouth pushes against his cheek while I remain still, mirroring his expression. “Yes, the costumes, and the vibe, are all matching my energy.” He finishes with a wink. “Since you’ve earned a question, I’ll collect later.”
A shy smile settles on my features and it quickly turns into a full awe-grin that says I can’t get enough of him.
Next, he asks, “least favorite drink?”
“Coconut juice. I don’t know how people drink it. It’s hideous. I almost suffocated to death while trying it once.”
“Noted.”
I feel like this question needs to be asked. “What made you pierce your dick?”
He exhales a breath of satisfaction. “I was waiting for that question,” he chuckles sweetly.
“I was an eager kid who just lost his parents and wanted to do something crazy. It hurt like a motherfucker but kind of worth it. It does intensify the sex experience for both participants, I guess.”
“It sure does. I’ve never felt anyone reaching and caressing the places you touched.” The clarification puts that smirk back on his face. It’s not just the piercing. It’s the gifted man behind it who truly wants to pleasure his sex partner.
Sexisart.
A few more questions and my eyes start to close in on their own, my body is a drowsy noodle—totally limp with exhaustion.
“Come on, I’ll carry you to bed.”
He does. Tucking me into the soft sheets, pulling the fluffy creamy blanket over me.
“I want to sleep naked,” I demand. Eyes closed, I feel his fingers dragging down the waistband of my underwear and next, peeling away the t-shirt he got me.
“Hands up, wildflower.”
I raise my arms and feel the breezy air restored in the space of his apartment feathering my warm skin.
The other side of the mattress sinks under his weight. He pulls me to his chest, nestling me in his arms and rubbing my back feather-lightly until my breathing shallows as I descend into my sleepy state.
“Wildflower, wake up.” A gruff, accented voice whispers in my ear. “I want to eat my breakfast. I need to spoil your pussy. Treat her tenderly and then fuck her hard again.”
I grunt. My limbs are a puddle at my sides.
“Permission to eat your sweet pussy?”
Wishes do come true.
“Granted.” Eyes still shut, I feel my legs widen with Luka’s delicate touch. Next thing, I feel the wet, warm, skillful tongue of his land on my clit. “Yes…”
