“He’s here,” I say as he buzzes from downstairs.
“Hello? Who is it?” M laughs, all teasing and no play.
“Lana, I’m here. Come downstairs, or do you want me to come upstairs? But I have to warn you, I won’t be gentle.”
“No, no, no! I’ll be downstairs in two minutes.” I’m afraid that if I let him upstairs, I might do something I’ll regret later.
I head downstairs with my coat on, and when I open the door of my building, I’m greeted by M, who is leaning against his black, sleek Audi and looking devastatingly handsome.
He is wearing a charcoal wool coat. Since it’s not snowing right now, it’s unbuttoned, and I see he is wearing a black turtleneck underneath. He paired that with slim-cut black trousers and polished leather Chelsea boots. His dark hair is slightly polishedbut still has a tousled, wavy look. All of that, in combination with a clean-shaven face, makes me want to drop down to my knees.
When I’m done gawking, I become aware of him staring at me as well. He backs away from his car and walks slowly toward me, like he is savoring every second of me being here.
He is standing before me, and I don’t dare look in his eyes, but he has other plans. M places a finger underneath my chin and makes me lift my head so I must look at him.
“Lana, there are no words adequate to describe how mesmerizing you are.” The decibels in his tone are decreasing with every word that he utters, as if he is trying to find them. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “We need to go, otherwise I’m fucking you in the middle of the street.” Then I do something foolish. I put my left hand on the right side of his neck, and I just let it rest there. I bring my head back to look into his eyes. His irises are enlarged, and he is looking at me in a way that I feel all the hairs on my body stand on end.
“Then we have to go,” I gasp, and I stop myself.
“What’s wrong, Lana?” he asks me. I shake my head and smile.
“Nothing, I’m just nervous.” Crisis averted. He presses a soft kiss to my left cheek and takes my hand and guides me to his car. Like a true gentleman, he opens the door and lets me in. Once he takes a seat, he puts his hand on my thigh and starts rubbing circles.
“I’m nervous as well.” I didn’t see that one coming, and I focused my gaze on Sarajevo. It’s nighttime, but the twinkling lights of the city are making it even more beautiful. As I am looking outside the window, M hasn’t stopped touching my thigh. I bask in his touch and resist biting on my lip.
After about thirty minutes, because Sarajevo has many hills, we arrive at the restaurant. I want to open my door, but he stops me by moving his hand from my thigh underneath my dress. He does it so easily because of the slit, and he is just that skilled.
His fingers hover over my panties, they are stroking me ever so slowly and gently, but the sensation is overwhelming. I drop my head back against the headrest and let out a soft whimper.
“If you ever try to open your own door, I’m going to tie your hands together and leave you like that in my car so you can’t escape. That way I can do this whenever I want to.”
“M, please.” It’s not a question, but I’m silently asking him not to stop. He unbuckles his seat belt, turns toward me, and is close to my face. Talking to me.
“Is my little hummingbird desperate for a release?” he asks as he moves my panties to the side.
“Yes.”
“You mean,yes, M?” he teases me, and I’m growing wetter because of it. Now I bite on my lower lip and close my eyes, while my left hand tangles in his hair and my right hand is gripping the handle above my head.
“Yes, M. Please let me come.” My voice is dripping with lust, and he picks up on that. His tongue darts out, and he starts licking me from the base of my neck all the way to my ear. His fingers are simultaneously stimulating my clit so hard while going in and out.
“You are a dirty fucking woman, little hummingbird, and I can’t wait to have you in my bed.” His voice is so erotic, and it is sending me over the edge.
“I’m coming, M!”
“Then do!” With his shout, I come. Hard. I’m gasping for air and I grip the handle above my head even tighter. The thing might get ripped off because the feeling is fucking intense. M pulls away, and I look into his eyes.
“Thank you.” What the fuck else am I going to say? That shit was so fucking hot.
“This.” M removes his fingers from my pussy and puts them in his mouth. Sucking them slightly.
“I don’t even have to have dinner, I’m satiated.” My mouth hangs open.
“But you are probably hungry. Let’s go inside.”
20
MIf somebody told me a year ago that I would be on a date with the most gorgeous woman in the world, I would have had that person admitted to a psychiatric ward. I can’t believe my luck.
