Authors: Imani King
“The Art Institute? That is quite a good program, I hear,” Vlad said, looking impressed.
“Yes, well my parents are both doctors. So, when I announced I was going into fashion design, and a couple of years later, Darren began studying at the Art Institute, I think they were a bit dismayed.”
“But, why?” Vlad asked, genuinely perplexed.
“Because they were worried that the two of us would end up being starving artists,” Thania said with a laugh, and Vlad’s eyes crinkled up at the corners, causing her breath to catch.
“I guess they don’t have to worry about that with you anymore, do they?” he responded, seeming not to notice her quickened breathing.
“No, I guess not,” she admitted softly, trying desperately not to embarrass herself by allowing her attraction to him to show.
He was still caressing her arm, and it felt so good that her panties were already wet, but he seemed as unaffected as a statue.
“Are you permanently in America?” she asked, partly to fill the silence, but mostly because she needed to know the answer.
“Yes and no,” he replied, and she raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to laugh again. “I know, it’s vague. The truth is, I’m not sure. I will be here for the next couple of years establishing our expansion into the U.S. market. But after that is completed, and the U.S. stores are stable, I will most likely head back to Russia.”
His eyes looked wary now, while at the same time her heart sank. He would be leaving at some point, even if in the distant future, so no matter what happened between them, it wouldn’t be life changing.
Even though it already feels that way.
She responded appropriately, but later she could not remember what she’d said. They continued to chat and drink wine in front of the fire, while another part of her mind was absorbing what he had told her, and what it meant.
At least he was being honest and upfront, she thought. He wasn’t trying to lead her on by giving her hope of a long-term relationship. It was clear to her from what he’d said, that he wasn’t looking for a commitment, or even a simple relationship with her. Added to that, the fact that he had just recently ended things with Irina, it was no wonder he didn’t want anything serious.
She actually appreciated his honesty, because it made things so much simpler for her. She knew exactly where she stood with him, and any decisions she made about tonight would be free of any hope or longing on her part. She could choose to be with him tonight, without wondering what it might mean for their future—because there wouldn’t be one.
He seemed to be watching her even more warily now, no doubt wondering what she was thinking. She smiled at him and leaned her head down so that her cheek brushed the back of his hand on her shoulder. He stopped moving and just watched her, passion and lust combining like an inferno in his eyes.
She lifted her hand and slipped it behind his neck, and his skin was taut and hot, but silky to her touch. She raised her head and he closed his eyes, as her fingers gently caressed his nape.
Her name escaped his lips on a sigh, “
Thania
.” He opened his eyes, and she was right there, only inches away. His breath hit her face like the steam from a shower, laced with the scent of mint, red wine, and Vlad himself.
She was trembling now and hoping that he would take over at some point. She figured she had made it pretty clear by then what she wanted. It didn’t matter that there was no future between them—if all she could ever have was one night with him, she would take it.
He finally leaned forward the two inches necessary to kiss her, and she moaned deep in her throat at the feeling of his plump lips against her own. He used his strong arms to lift her up and place her on his lap sideways, never breaking the kiss. She ran her hands up and over his shoulders, feeling his muscles twitch and flex at her touch. Her own body was humming from the contact with him, and she couldn’t even imagine how amazing having sex with him would be.
He gently pushed his tongue between her lips, and suddenly, she felt nothing else but his mouth on hers. Her legs, her arms, her fingers, they were all numb, as his soft tongue swept through her mouth. He savored her lips as if she were a delicious piece of candy, licking every corner and sucking on her tongue softly. It was the most sensual, erotic kiss she had ever received, and it seemed to affect him deeply as well, judging by the very hard erection pressing against her thighs where she sat on him. Just by that kiss, everything was crystal clear to her.
I don’t care about tomorrow. I’ll take him now, for tonight, and that will be enough.
H
e had been holding back
all night from touching her, but he simply could not do that any longer. When he saw her in his sweatpants and t-shirt, her body practically swallowed up by the material, he thought she was even sexier than she was in her gown. If that was even possible.
Then, he noticed that she wore no bra under the t-shirt and he’d had to turn away quickly, to avoid her seeing his rigid cock. He stood in the kitchen, gathering the wine and the goblets, and telling himself to get control.
He couldn’t just take what he wanted from her—which was her naked and writhing underneath him, while she moaned his name—he had to wait for the right time. And he realized that just because she had agreed to come to his home with him, it did not necessarily mean that she wanted to sleep with him. It was important to him that she not feel pressured; if they slept together, he wanted her to have zero regrets about it in the morning.
That was how he already knew he would feel after they slept together, if they ever did. He was certain he wanted Thania for the long term, maybe even forever, and he was willing to take whatever time she needed in order for her to feel the same way about him.
He had so enjoyed talking with her about his family and his niece, and hearing about her own family. Those were the details he wanted to know about her—he wanted to know all of the events in her life that had occurred before they had met.
As they sat on the couch, sipping wine and talking, a constant refrain was flowing through his mind:
She is entrancing
.
She was so, so beautiful, as she smiled and laughed with him. Her sense of humor was infectious, and her intelligence was, as far as he could see, without bounds. But there, in the back of his mind at all times, was his awareness of her as a woman. There was no way to explain why someone could be attracted physically to one person but not another. It was that elusive word—chemistry—that was simply there, or it was not.
He was attracted to her, more so than he could ever remember being with another woman. She consumed his thoughts, and he was trying so desperately to be a gentleman around her.
But when they were on the couch together, and she kept falling into him, he’d touched her shoulder to steady her, and he simply was unable to remove his hand. She didn’t seem unhappy with the situation, so he had started to stroke her silky skin, his fingers seeming to vibrate like a tuning fork as he touched her. He tried to concentrate on their conversation after that, but it had become nearly impossible. Every cell in his body wanted her—wanted to touch her, smell her, taste her, lick her, and yes, make love to her. He knew he was not going to be able to sit next to her for much longer.
And then she put her head down on his hand, so that the backs of his fingers touched her delicate cheek. There was nothing he could do to stop after that, no matter how hard he tried. She slipped her hand behind his neck, and his heart rate went through the roof. Her tiny fingers felt so good, so right, on the back of his neck, that he involuntarily closed his eyes. It was the only way he could prevent himself from pouncing on her like a wild animal. Even so, one word escaped his lips without his volition.
“
Thania
.”
He opened his eyes then, hoping he hadn’t scared her away. But she was right there, her beautiful face only inches away, looking at him steadily. He felt her tremor as she watched him, and he lost the fight.
He leaned in and kissed her. A kiss should be simple. It should be two mouths coming together in preparation for the future act—the actual lovemaking itself. But not this kiss. Not with Thania. No, this kiss was
the
kiss he would remember for all of his life—he knew it as soon as his lips met hers.
The feelings that rushed throughout his body as they kissed were unlike any he had felt before, with anyone else. He was consumed by the kiss, and within seconds, his body was on fire. He grabbed her up from next to him and set her on his lap, but never was he willing to let go of her mouth.
She opened to him like a flower in the sun, and when his tongue touched hers, the feeling bordered on ecstasy. He wasn’t going to come, but his dick was as hard as concrete, and he tried not to rub it against her buttocks as she sat on him.
Normally, when he kissed a woman, it was simply the prelude to other things. It was pleasurable, of course, but he was always anticipating what was to come.
He could have kissed Thania all night. She went limp in his arms, her soft breasts pushed up against his chest, and her luscious ass resting on his engorged cock. He tilted her head to the side so that he could kiss her deeper—it was as if he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. Her lips were so soft, her mouth tasted like honeysuckle, and her tongue was hot and quick to tangle with his. He kissed her for a long time, and frankly, he never wanted to stop.
But his dick had other plans. At some point, his mind shut down, and his cock took over. He needed her naked. He pulled away from the kiss, barely able to catch his breath.
“Will you come with me to my bedroom, Thania?” he asked, his voice unrecognizable to him. He watched from two inches away as her eyes darkened to milk chocolate, and he noticed that her face was flushed, and her lips, swollen.
I did that to her
.
He said it to himself like he was a caveman, but nonetheless, a feeling of pride spiked through him at the evidence of her reaction to him. He waited for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, for her to respond.
“Yes, Vlad. Yes,” she breathed into his mouth, and they were kissing again.
He stood up with her in his arms, without breaking the kiss, even though he wasn’t sure his legs would actually cooperate since his entire body was tingling. But he managed it, and she clamped her arms around his neck as he walked by memory to the foyer, and down the hallway.
Once they got to the closed double-doors of his bedroom, he gently placed her on the floor and held her up as he twisted one knob. He had to stop kissing her then, and it physically pained him to do so. But Thania had other plans, apparently. He managed to get the door open, and then she was on him, using her hands to push him up against the wall in the hallway. Surprised, he let her have her way, since really, why would he complain about that?
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him again, and he put both arms around her back and gathered her up tight. Soon, their tongues were in a battle that both of them would win, and she was running her hands up and down his back. She pulled his dress shirt out of the back of his pants and the second that her fingers first touched the skin of his lower back, he pulled away from her mouth with a hiss.
Holy shit.
Her touch felt like an electrical current was flowing directly from that spot, straight to his dick. It was unexpected, and he needed a moment to wrap his brain around this level of sexual synergy. Once he did, approximately one millisecond later, he squeezed her body tighter with his arms and lifted her off the ground.
He turned her around so that
he
was pushing
her
up against the wall. He flattened her against the wall and grabbed her hands in his own. Lacing their fingers together, he kissed and sucked on her neck as he held her hands above her head. She moaned and parted her thighs for one of his legs to intrude, and his dick swelled even more.
He kissed her mouth again and released her hands. He sucked on her tongue as he ran his hands down the front of her t-shirt. Well,
his
t-shirt. He felt her large breasts for the first time through the shirt, and Thania practically became boneless. The only thing holding her up at that point was his leg between hers.
He quickly ran his hands down and then back up, under the hem of the t-shirt, gliding the tips of his fingers over her soft, quivering stomach. He would give her love bites on her stomach later, but at that moment, he was a man on a mission.
When he finally cupped her breasts in his hands, Thania immediately broke the kiss and let her head fall back to rest on the wall. He squeezed her softly and watched her face as she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Their faces were very close, they were breathing the same air, and when he pinched her nipples gently, she moaned and then grabbed his forearms tightly.
He pushed her breasts together with his hands, and she ground her pussy against his leg. She pulled her head away from the wall and kissed him again, as she rubbed harder against him. He could feel that her pussy was wet all the way through her sweatpants and his dress pants, the heat of her core making his head swim.
He pulled his mouth away from hers, and she audibly protested. But he needed to see and taste her right that minute. He pulled the t-shirt up and she raised her arms up to help him ease it off her. When he saw her for the first time, he was so stunned he just stared at her without even tossing the t-shirt to the floor.
“Vlad?” Thania asked in a sexy-as-hell, raspy voice.
“I can’t believe you even let me touch you…you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” he told her, as his eyes seared hers with his intensity.
A beautiful rosy flush bloomed on her neck and down her chest at his words, and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, tossing the shirt aside as he did so.
“
Oh God
,” Thania groaned, his mouth causing her body to shake.
She reached up with both hands and pulled his head closer to her, more for balance than anything else. His tongue pressed her erect nipple into the roof of his mouth, and then he sucked hard. He moved to her other breast, and she whimpered from the pleasure. Still sucking on her nipple, he leaned down and put one arm behind her knees and one arm behind her back, and picked her up.
He placed her on the bed and stood up. She watched him from underneath half-closed lids as he started to remove his shirt.
“No,” she said, as she kneeled on the bed. “Let me.”
He let his hands drop to his sides as she reached up to undo his buttons. With every button she opened, she deposited a kiss on his newly exposed skin. His entire body was rigid as he tried to stop himself from becoming an animal, and simply throw her down and push inside her. His dick ached for release but he tried to think of something else as she slowly removed his shirt. She wanted to take off his shirt—so he would let her take off his shirt, even if it meant he had to bite the inside of his mouth until he bled, to stop from touching her.
As soon as she had his shirt off, it was her turn to lean down and suck on one of his tiny nipples, and he almost came, right then and there.
“
Fuck
,” he groaned, and then he pushed her down gently on her back.
He crawled over her, his naked chest pushed up against her luscious breasts, skin-to-skin for the first time. She was shaking, and her eyes looked almost feral with lust, and he realized that she needed some release now in order to enjoy all that he planned to do with her later. So, he sat up and pulled the sweatpants and her panties down and off her in one fell swoop. The vision of her, completely naked on his bed, her dark skin flushed and nipples hard from his ministrations, would forever be burned into his brain.
“You are so sexy,” he murmured, and she smiled lovingly at him.
“Vlad,” she sighed as he quickly kissed his way down her body.
When he kissed down her hips to her knees, he stopped. He looked up at her as he put both of his hands on her thighs and spread her legs. Her head was thrashing around on his pillow when her scent hit his nose. He almost buckled then, and his dick pulsed in his pants once, twice, and then stopped when he bit on the inside of his mouth as hard as he was able. She smelled like citrus and honey, and his mouth actually watered, he wanted to taste her so much.
He ran his index finger down the middle of her pussy, reveling in how wet she was. She bucked her hips up and he used his other hand to hold her down gently.
“Baby, it’s okay,” he told her, even though he wasn’t sure that she could hear him at that point.
Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was pink and swollen—she was close.
“
Please
,” she moaned, and he leaned down and licked up her entire opening, from her hot cove to her clit, in one long stroke.
His balls tightened up close to his body, and he prayed he wouldn’t come yet. He licked her again, this time spreading her lower lips with his fingers. She tasted like the sweetest ambrosia in the world, and he knew then that she could crush his heart if she wished. He swallowed all of her sweet juice while she moved around the bed, unable to stay still. Finally, when he knew she couldn’t take much more, he whispered, “Here you go, sweetheart,” and pushed two fingers inside her.
She screamed, he sucked her hard clit into his mouth and pumped his hand, and she shattered. Her walls pulsed against his fingers over and over again, and he gently licked her, but avoided the ultra-sensitive clit, while she shuddered and thrashed.
Eventually, she lay still on the bed, her skin more flushed with pink than before. But when he crawled up her body, her face was clear and her eyes were focused on him.
“I can’t move. That was incredible,” she rasped, and he laughed softly.
He kissed her gently, his tongue sharing how she tasted with her. “
Delicious
,” he said, after her questioning glance, and she smiled.
“It’s your turn,” she said a moment later, as they held each other.
“No, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
“I want to make love to you,” he said bluntly, his cock so hard and his balls so tight, that talking was difficult.
She smiled knowingly. “Come here,” she said, and he gave up then. Was he really going to deny himself the pleasure of Thania’s mouth surrounding his dick?
He lay down since he almost felt faint at that point, and she kneeled next to him on the bed.
“This won’t take very long,” he warned her, a little embarrassed at how quickly he knew he was going to come.
“That’s alright,” she assured him in a sexy whisper. “We’ll be able to make love longer this way.”