Page 36 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Perhaps, he’s not looking for anything more than this. It’s a possibility. I shouldn’t ruin this perfect day with unnecessary questions because of an itch that plays with my brain cells when it’s not over yet.
If this is all I get, I’ll be thankful to have experienced it with him. I’ll ask questions when the time comes.
For now, I have him for a day.
Luka made us breakfast and we watchedRunaway Bride. He likes that movie because he used to watch it with his mom.
“I got you a pineapple, no coconut juice. Don’t want you to suffocate,” he jokes, placing the glass on the table and taking a seat on the couch.
“Thanks, you remembered.” Back to our movie conversation I announce, “Julia Roberts can never make a bad movie.”
“Everyone can make a bad movie.” He retorts, slanting his gaze at me. “You win some, you lose some.” One eyebrow hikes up.
“Nope!” My nose faces the ceiling, “You can’t spoil Julia Roberts for me.” I cross my arms and straighten my spine against the couch’s backrest.
He pulls me to sit on his lap. “No…” face to face, I play with his lips. Pushing his cheeks together to make them puffier and then, dragging his lower one.
“You having fun abusing my lips?” His eyes map my features. Tracing every spot.
Heat climbs up my body. “Possibly.”
“What do you say about getting some fresh air outside?”
I pretend to mull his idea in my head, “Sounds like a plan.”
“Not really, just a suggestion. We’ll see where the road takes us.” Again with his mysterious self. Bringing an idea to the surface only to make it another riddle that I have to solve.
I kiss his soft lips. “Deal.” And jump off of him to change my clothes.
“Ready to go?” he asks from the kitchen.
“Yup.” I finish dressing up, head down the stairs, and straight to the elevator.
“How about you making me come in here, elevator rendezvous,” my mouth blurts.
“Say less.” He pushes the stop button, preventing the elevator from going down.
He pulls me to his front, the erection tenting his jeans firmly planted on my back. He drags my lacy underwear to the side under the black skirt I wear. “You have exactly three minutes to come.” He notifies with no ounce of humor. “And you’re going to look at yourself in the mirror the whole time like a good girl. If you don’t, I stop. Understood?” His brows curve upward.
I lock eyes with him through the mirror. “Yes.” A wide smile is all it takes to fuel him into action.
His index finger draws circles on my clit while his middle finger does the same underneath and his other hand wraps around my throat firmly. “You’re so beautiful like this. At my mercy to do as I please.”
I coo.
“Mmm,” the vibrations of his deep tone in my ear. “Yeah baby, you want to come?” He slows the pace and instinctively, I grab his palm and guide him down to apply pressure where I need him most.
“Yes, touch me.”
He grows thicker at my rear. Pressing his thumb onto my pelvic bone, he glides down, eliciting erotic sounds from my throat.
He never stops looking at me. Not once. All he sees is me at this moment. “Greedy pussy, greedy girl.”
He licks along my neck, sucking my earlobe into his practiced mouth. The black-loop earring piercing his earlobe is caressing my cheek in the process.
“Yes, please.”
He switches gears. Thumb stroking my clit and three digits slide inside me, pumping meticulously. Round upon round of his fingers tapping my walls.
