It was a throaty but beautiful sound, like that of a winning soldier. It almost drew me into joining him.
“I've never heard you laugh before,” I remarked, smiling at the ceiling. “And I was talking about the attack. After. Putting things back in order and all. Must have taken lots of effort.”
“I’m fine,” he answered. “More than fine.”
I felt his breath on me as he rolled to the side and kissed my cheek. His hand held my waist while the other moved me to turn to the side, away from him. The hand on my waist went lower, parting my legs as he shifted closer, his body enveloping mine.
His hard dick teased my entrance as his strong arm crushed my breasts, pressing my body against his. He eased into me, and I let out a long, low moan.
Pleasure rippled through me as he moved slowly inside me, peppering kisses on my neck, shoulder, and temple. Our lovemaking was slower this time as we rewrote what we were to each other. His leisurely thrusts expanded the bubble of ecstasy in me, and my whole body tingled in desperate expectation of a release.
“Konstantin,” I moaned. “I’m…I’m…I’m close…I’m going to…”
“Let go, baby,” he uttered into my ear.
My whole body quaked as the race to my orgasm ended. My core throbbed as I came down from my high, but Konstantin didn’t stop moving. He kept moving until he poured into me, his grip tighter as he growled in pleasure. He continued moving until my sensitive core clenched in anticipation of another orgasm. He kept moving inside me until my toes curled as I reached my peak again.
When he eventually pulled out of me, his hands remained around me, and in that moment, I didn’t want him to let go.
Chapter Eighteen
Konstantin’s POV
I woke up to a bright room. Her room. I gazed down, and my eyes landed on her beautiful face, half covered by tendrils of her hair. She must have turned as we slept because she had her back to me when I pulled the covers over us the previous night. I tucked the stray hairs behind her ear, careful not to wake her. Her naked shoulder begged for me to touch her, to run my hands all over her beautiful body, but I didn’t.
My eyes caressed her sleeping form as a memory I thought I’d never remember came to me.
“Especially when you used your fingers, that was so fucking good. Thinking about it could make me wet for you again,” Christa remarked, her eyes shining as she obviously relived the moment.
We lay side by side on my hotel bed after several rounds of hot sex.
“Of course,” I muttered.
I had just arrived in New York after several months tracking people down and righting their wrongs, from Russia to Italy. I'd hooked up with two different ladies throughout my ‘tour’, which lasted for about a year. I had been too busy to get down with anyone.
It was only my second day in New York, and I had run into Christa at a bar several hours ago. Christa and I had been intimate on two other occasions, so she wasn’t exactly a stranger. We’d come back to my hotel together after a few drinks.
I hadn’t held back at all as I satisfied every bit of my sexual hunger with her slim body. Not that she had any reason to complain, she enjoyed it too.
“I could repay you in kind,” she purred, kneeling on the bed.
“Hm. Another time, maybe,” I told her, sitting up. “It’ll be morning soon. You should dress up.”
“Come on. Must you always be like that?” she questioned, sitting back on the bed as I shifted to the edge, picking my boxers up and putting them on.
“What are you talking about?”
“Asking me to leave immediately after a nice time. Not reaching out to me until we see each other by chance again. It’s not cool.”
“What are we supposed to do after? Dance? Cuddle?” I asked. “And, since you know exactly how it goes, why do you expect anything to change?”
“It’s been a while. Hasn’t it?”
I picked up my phone and opened the text I received earlier. I stood and put my jeans on before turning towards her. “You should be gone before I come back here.”
“Whatever. I’m going nowhere.”
Tucking my phone into my pocket and buttoning the last three buttons on my shirt, I left the room.
