Page 106 of Lash

Igradually rise from so deep a sleep that I am disoriented at first, unsure when and where I am. Sunlight is bright and warm, and I feel heavy-limbed. A soft female snore huffs adorably nearby, breath hot on my back.

At first, for the briefest of moments, I think it is Ileana, but then memory surges through me, awareness returning, and there's another brief, inescapable moment of sorrow. I allow myself that moment, breathing through it, letting myself miss her. There is a twinge of guilt at this, as if I am betraying Tatiana, but I push that feeling away, knowing my Tati would not begrudge me a moment of missing Ileana.

The moment passes, and Ileana's ghost fades into the ether. Tatiana is spooning me from behind, her knees tucked up behind mine, hips to my buttocks, breasts against my back, forehead and nose against my shoulder blades. Her hand has found its way up under my shirt and curls against my stomach.

For a measureless time, I drowse there in the bed with her, not quite asleep nor awake. The sun is warm, bathing me in yellow heat, and Tatiana is soft against my back, the rhythm of her breathing lulling me into a trance-like state. Time ceases toexist, and I luxuriate in the warm contentedness of the infinite moment.

At some point, Tatiana's hand twitches against my belly. She snuffles, delicately rubbing her nose against my back. Makes a soft, wordless sound in her throat as she drifts up toward wakefulness. Then she yawns, stretching, arching her breasts and belly against my back, pulling at my stomach.

“Hi, baby," she whispers in Croatian.

"Good morning," I say, also in Croatian. “Or at least I think it is morning. I am not sure, and I must confess, I do not much care."

"Me either." She nuzzles the back of my neck. "I slept like a dead person."

"So did I."

For a moment or two, we linger in the sweet, wakeful silence together. And then Tatiana groans. "My god, I have to pee so bad. I do not want to get out of bed right now, though."

I can only laugh. “Unfortunately, I cannot help you with that," I grumble wordlessly. "Of course, now that you said so, I realize I have to go as well."

She laughs, kisses my shoulder, and rolls away. I stay as I am, hearing her pee and wash her hands. She climbs back under the covers and snuggles up against me once more. "Your turn. Hurry up and come back to me."

I take care of my bladder, wash my hands, and rinse out my mouth with water and the complimentary mouthwash. I'd fallen asleep in my clothes, and now I strip out of them—Tatiana's clothes lay in a pile on the floor near the toilet, and the knowledge that she is naked under the blankets sets my libido on fire.

Our little rendezvous in the back of the cargo plane was fun, and satisfying for what it was, but nothing can sate my ravenous hunger for Tatiana, my insatiable need to make love with her.

Her eyes blaze brightly as I swagger back to the bed—the need in her eyes fills me with pride that she wants me, needs me. She has the blanket pulled up to her nose, so only her eyes, nose, and the top of her head peek out, but the brilliant fervor in her eyes follows my every step, lingering on the sway of my cock as it unfurls with every step closer to her.

When I reach the side of the bed, she tosses the blankets open, revealing her nude form. She is posed perfectly, a goddess made of flesh—head resting on one hand, hair spread around her in a crow-black curtain, on her side with her knees slightly bent, her other hand draped down her thigh. Her bust, waist, and hip form the loveliest, most mouth-watering curve I have ever seen, and my cock jerks to a painful erection.

"So fucking beautiful," I whisper in English.

Her smile is shy and pleased at the same time, and she reaches for me, fingers curling around my cock as her eyes lock on mine. "So are you, my mighty warrior." She continues in Croatian, and even the sound of her voice in her native language turns me on.

She pulls me toward her, and I kneel on the bed. Brace on all fours above her and dip down, claiming the plump wet softness of her mouth. She opens for me with a groan, and her tongue rakes through my mouth. I shift my weight to one hand, tangling my tongue with hers, and find her center. She's wet and warm for me, slick and soft and waiting for my touch.

I fit my middle finger along her seam and drag it upward to the turgid nub of her clit—she gasps into the kiss. I delve my finger into her sweet, wet, waiting channel, dive deep, withdraw, smear her desire over her clit again. I'm rewarded with a quiet whimper and a twitch of her hips. I do it again, and now the hip twitch becomes a thrust. Her fist plunges down my hard length, and I groan, circling her clit with my finger; we groan together, Tatiana arching up into my touch while I push into hers.

"Nico," she whispers. "Please. I need you inside me, my love."

"Condom," I growl.

"Purse," she answers in a whisper, pointing at the leather backpack-style purse she's managed to keep hold of all the way since Zagreb.

With an inventive string of curses in Romani, I roll off the bed and go to her purse, on the small table behind the couch in the sitting area. I find the string of packets, rip a couple off, and tear one open with my teeth while I hurry back to her. I roll it on as I kneel on the bed, and then she grabs my sheathed cock and pulls me to her. She guides me to her entrance, notches me between her lips, and takes me inside her, all in a single, fluid movement, lifting her hips to push against me, taking me deep. Her legs wrap around my back and she pulls me down to claim a hot, wild kiss.

"Love me, my Nico," she breathes, the words felt on my lips as much as heard in my ears. "Love me with all of you."

I cradle the back of her head and neck in my hand and push deeper until our hips bump together and our bellies touch. "Tati, my love."

She groans as I fill her, head tilting backward as the ecstasy consumes her. She levers her hips against mine, arching into me, taking me, gasping at the slick hot slide of my cock through her quivering wet sex. She pulses around me, edging toward release already. "Nico, my love—more. Harder."

"Come for me first," I say, my thrusts slow and measured.

She shakes her head. "Need it. Need you."

"Touch yourself," I tell her. "Let me watch you come while I’m inside you."