Chapter Eighteen

 

I felt dusty and sweaty from all the manual work of the evening, so I had a quick shower and then fell into bed smelling of geranium and camomile. Again I was grateful for the receptionist who’d had such great taste in toiletries and clothes.

Snuggling under the duvet, I picked up my Kindle. The wind was still howling outside and sweeping around the wall my bed was against. Occasionally it gusted extra hard and the window rattled as though the wind was knocking against it, trying to come in. But I was warm and cozy so it didn’t disturb me too much.

I was reading a good book and I kept on going, chapter after chapter, even though my eyes grew heavy. The apartment went quiet and I guessed everyone had retired for the night. I’d just read this last bit, one more scene.

Eventually I finished the entire novel and, glancing at the time, saw I’d read for nearly two hours. I yawned, flicked off my light and tucked the duvet in around my shoulders, ready for my last sleep in Sokol.

A small click caught my attention.

The bedroom door was opening. The weak light from the corridor highlighting a hand, an arm and then a huge silhouette.

Vadmir.

Silently he stepped in and shut the door.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Shh,” he said as he came toward me.

With the help of the green-tinged light of the small digital clock I could see he wore only tight black boxers.

He flicked back the duvet, letting in a waft of cool air and then the bed dipped as he climbed in beside me.

“What are you doing?” I asked again.

“I need to be with you,” he said, gathering me close and winding his legs with mine. The hairs on his shins tickled mine. “Is that okay?”

“But your mother, she’ll—”

“She won’t find out.” He curled his arm beneath me so he was holding me against his bare chest. “Not if we’re quiet.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t have CCTV out there? Every time we’ve so much as kissed she’s appeared.”

“She’s asleep, it’s past midnight. Nothing wakes her between midnight and six.”

“I hope you’re right.” I wound my arms around him. His skin was warm and smooth and smelled of his usual woodsy shower gel. “I’d hate her to think I was taking advantage of her son.”

“Are you?” he asked against my lips.

“I guess I might, now that you’re here.” All the earlier feelings of lust came swarming back into my body. I’d wanted him for days, more than a kiss and a cuddle I’d wanted him naked, at my side. I’d wanted him inside me, I’d wanted to give him pleasure, hear him come.

“At the forest,” he said, kissing over my cheek and then speaking quietly into my ear. “You made me feel amazing but you, you didn’t come.”

“I enjoyed it, though.” I caressed his back, drawing small circles with my fingertips that explored every dip and rise of his spine. “Very much.”

“Mmm, but now it is your turn to feel pleasure. But you’ll have to be silent. No banging against the wall, no screaming like you usually do.”

“I don’t scream.” I tried to be indignant but it was hard, because it was true, I was very vocal about my pleasure.

“Oh, you do and you know it. You scream, you shout, you wail, but I’m not complaining,” he said. “Then I know I’m getting it right. But tonight, you need to hold that in no matter how right I get it.”

“Okay.” My heart was racing at the thought of finally getting some relief from the sexual tension that had been dancing between us for days.

He shifted and then tugged at the soft nightdress I was wearing. “Lose this.”

I assisted him in its removal and then shoved at my panties.

“These have to go,” I said, plucking at the elastic waistband of his boxers.

“No, I’m going to give you pleasure, taste you, lick you.”

“But Vadmir I want you. This is our last night…”

“It’s not our last night together.”

“I hope not.” I stroked over his short hair, a feeling of possession gripping me again. I wanted him for more than just tonight. I wanted more plans in the future with him. More time with him.

“We have Miami,” he said. “We will go together and I will do all of those things I promised to do.” He paused and I sensed him smiling as he kissed down my neck to my collarbone. “Dirty, bad things that will make you scream so loud I may have to gag you.”

A gag was both scary and thrilling. As was the thought of the black silk he’d threatened to tie me up with earlier. I liked the whole image, the entire scene he’d built in my mind. It made me wet just thinking about lying sacrificial before Vadmir and allowing him to do with me as he wished. It wasn’t a feeling I’d had before with a man but he’d brought that fantasy to life within me by describing it so vividly. “Are you a man who keeps his promise?”

“Yeah, I always keep my promise.” He moved upward and looked down at my face. “Always.”

“Good.” Again I shoved at his boxers, this time he didn’t stop me and soon they were off. “I’ll hold you to it.”

I cuddled nearer to him. His cock was rigid, butting into my thigh, and his flesh was hot against mine. I found his mouth and kissed him. He kissed me back, exploring my body as he did so, massaging my breasts gently and then tracing a line down my belly and between my legs.

I parted my thighs and he delved between my folds, searching out my entrance. When he pushed in, his fingers stretching me, I gasped and broke our kiss. “Vadmir.”

“Shh,” he said, covering my mouth with his again.

“Mmm.” I spread my legs wider and he added another finger, hooked them forward and found my G-spot. Oh God, how was I going to keep quiet? He was such an accurate aim when it came to finding the places that got me going.

He set up a slow, languid rhythm, fucking me with his hand. He was building up the pressure over my clit and within me. He kissed me as though savoring the shape of my mouth and the taste of my tongue.

I arched into him and gripped his arms, feeling the solid muscle beneath.

Eventually I ended the kiss. It was getting hard to catch my breath. “Please, Vadmir, I want to come with you in me. I’ll be quiet, I swear.”

“I don’t know if I can trust myself,” he said, also a little breathless. “To not get carried away and fuck you hard.”

“You can, please, I know you can.” I knew I was begging but I didn’t care. The cock nudging at my hip needed to be inside my pussy…now.

I wriggled and dislodged his fingers.

He kind of growled and gripped my waist, pulling me closer.

“My purse,” I said, “next to the lamp. There’s a condom in the side pocket.”

He stilled.

For a moment I didn’t think he was going to get it. I thought he might leave. But then he reached for my purse and found the condom.

“Sammy, I…” he said.

“What?”

He sat back, rolled the condom on and then loomed over me.

I pulled the duvet up his back to his shoulders, keeping us both cocooned within its warmth.

“What, Vadmir?” I asked again.

He supported his weight on his elbows and his face hovered above mine. I stretched my legs apart, preparing to take him in.

“You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met,” he said. “You have been so kind with my family and me. I will never forget this, ever.”

Our mouths connected and his cock found my entrance.

I gripped his outer thighs with my knees and grasped his tense buttocks as he slid to full depth.

I wanted to moan and gasp and tell him how great he felt, but as he’d asked me to I held it in. My chest tightened with the effort of reining in that groan of delight.

He buried to the hilt and we both stilled. I could feel his balls pressing up against my ass cheeks, his wide cock stretching my internal muscles and his pecs pressing against my breasts.

I squirmed, allowing a little fizz of pleasure to hum through my clit. He was so dense above me. He’d become my world, for that moment in time there was only him; me and him.

He withdrew almost out and then eased back in. It had felt great the first time he’d plunged in, but now it was amazing. He’d rubbed my clit with his hard body and all the tension that was looking for release had bubbled up to the surface.

“Vadmir, oh, yes,” I gasped, tearing my lips from his. “Yes.”

“Shh.” He did it again. Pulled out and then slowly rode back in.

“Ah, yeah, fuck, just like that I—”

He clamped his hand over my mouth.

I stared up at him. A whimper caught in my throat.

“You cannot be trusted,” he said.

He was right. I couldn’t. I wanted to wail and shout, demand more, faster, harder. It was probably best that he silenced me this way.

He continued to fuck me in a slow, languid ride. He was in no rush, but that was fine because neither was I. Trouble was my body had other ideas and before I knew it my orgasm was there. The point of no return was reached and I bucked and shook, driving my hips down onto him to maximize the depth of his cock and then clawing at his back.

“Fuck you feel amazing when you hug my cock with your pussy,” he said, stretching his head to the ceiling and the tendons in his neck elongating. “I love it when you come like this.”

I couldn’t reply, he was still keeping me quiet with his hand clasped tight over my mouth. But I watched as his face contorted, his teeth gritted and he squeezed his eyes shut.

With one powerful shunt that created a single squeak on the bedframe, he came. He flooded the condom with his heated pleasure, his shaft spasming in my pussy and his balls mashing up against me.

He looked spectacular in the throes of ecstasy. More gorgeous than I’d ever seen a man.

Fuck I wanted him. I wanted him again. I wanted him again soon.

He dragged in several deep breaths and a full body tremble shook its way down his body from his shoulders to his legs. “Ah, yeah,” he said on a gasp. “So good.” He looked back down at me, his eyes glistening. “Can I move my hand?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

I nodded.

“You won’t scream?”

I shook my head.

He lifted his hand and kissed me. I wound my arms around his neck and hugged him close. Trying to let him know with that kiss how special our lovemaking had been. It was more than fucking. It was being together, connecting. When I’d first met him it had been all about what fun I could have with his sexy body. Now there was more, now I knew the man. I knew he was kind and caring and seemed to really like me for me. Not just my looks or my clothes but me, inside.

“Milaya moya, you’re so good for me,” he said. “I feel alive when I’m in you. The only other time I feel like that is when I’m on the ice.”

“You’re good for me, too.” I stroked his cheek and the angle of his jaw and chin, committing it all to memory. “What does Milaya moya mean?”

“My sweetheart.”

He reached down, secured the end of the condom and then withdrew.

I missed him instantly, his cock, his weight over me and his hips pressing my legs wide.

Quickly he sorted the condom then lay back down and scooped me close. “I’ll stay until five, then I will sneak out.”

“Don’t oversleep. We have a habit of doing that.”

“I won’t.” He kissed my temple. “Don’t worry.”

I closed my eyes and felt him rest his chin on the top of my head. It felt so right to have my face buried in his neck, smelling him and sharing his body heat. The sound of the wind faded and in its place the sound of Vadmir’s breathing and the steady drumming of his heartbeat filled my ears.

I sighed, pressed up close, and let sleep carry me away.

* * * *

I woke alone the next morning. It seemed Vadmir had managed to wake at five and sneak back into his own bedroom without discovery. All was calm and as it usually was.

Darya made a breakfast of pancakes and jam, assuring me it was good for the ride to Moscow. She then headed out to work saying that she’d see me before I went at lunchtime.

I showered and dressed, then packed my bag. I had a couple of hours to wait before my cab and sat with Ruslan and Vadmir, who were watching a documentary on the sports channel about a new Viper player called Mateus Blanc who was performing well in the playoffs. He was Canadian, the programme was in English yet had Russian subtitles, and I was quite happy to stare at it without really watching.

Eventually the time came for me to depart. I kissed Ruslan goodbye. He had tears in his eyes and held my hands so tightly I didn’t think he’d ever let go. Darya came back on her lunch break just as Zoya was hugging the breath from me.

“Oh, Samantha, we’re going to miss you,” Darya said, removing her mother’s arms from around my neck. “It’s been so nice having you stay. I love having another girl about the place.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” I said, giving her a hug. “And when I get my next lease organized, you must come over to Florida and stay.”

“I can come and stay with Vadmir anytime,” she said. “As long as my parents are well enough to manage without me.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Well, come soon and I’ll take you shopping. Show you the best places for designer bargains.”

“I’d love that.” She kissed me on my cheeks, three times, and then allowed Vadmir to steer me out of the apartment. I saw her pull a tissue from her sleeve and wipe her eyes. I felt the same sadness. It was hard to leave.

We traveled down in the elevator in silence. I stared at our blurred reflection in the steel door. We looked so right together, now that I saw us side by side again, we worked perfectly.

As the doors opened he pulled in a long low breath and sighed. Suddenly he didn’t look so big.

“It’s here,” I said, pointing to the cab that was sitting with its engine running just outside of the entrance. “Waiting.”

“Yes.” He placed my holdall, which he’d been carrying, onto the tiled floor and rubbed his fingers over his temples.

“What’s the matter?” I reached out, smoothed the collar on the fleecy shirt he wore and then rested my hand on his chest.

“I wish you were staying.” He looked at his feet and shifted in his sneakers. “I like having you with me. I liked having you in my arms last night.”

I quashed down the prickling feeling in my lower eyelids. “I wish I was, too, but I must go back to work, earn a living.”

“Will you always do this, airline work?”

“I don’t know. It suits me for now.”

“Is it dangerous? Always being in the air?”

“No, it’s one of the safest places to be.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I bunched his shirt in my fist and hung onto it. It was a bittersweet moment. Much as I loved being in his arms the fact it was a parting embrace gave it a sting.

“I will call you,” he said, “now that you have put your number in my phone. When I get back to Orlando in one week, I will call you.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

“We will go to Ciao for pasta and Miami for fun and, if you want, I’ll take you to the movies, too.”

“I’d like that.”

He dipped his head, pulled me upward onto my toes and kissed me goodbye.