Page 61 of Lash

So, I get a cab to a nearby store and buy a grooming kit—clippers, scissors, and a comb, as well as some beard oil and hair pomade. Back to the hotel, where I find a decent continental breakfast on offer; I prepare two coffees and two bagels liberally smeared with cream cheese, and bring everything upstairs.

It's a tricky juggling act getting the door open with everything in my hands, but I manage it. Once inside, I discover Tatiana is still asleep—she must be very tired or a heavy sleeper, for I wasn't exactly sneaky on the way in.

Funnily enough, it's when I sit on the edge of the bed to remove my boots that she wakes up. She rolls over to her back, blinks blearily at me, smiles softly, sweetly, and then stretches prodigiously, yawning and shuddering. The blanket slips off, leaving her naked body bare.

I growl in wordless appreciation. "Beautiful Tati. So damned beautiful."

She smiles again and crawls across the bed to lay her head in my lap and gaze up at me. "Where'd you go?" She sniffs the air. "Coffee?"

I chuckle. “Yes. Coffee, and a bagel."

She rubs my crotch. "You're the best."

"It's only coffee."

She shakes her head. "No, Nico. It's the simple gesture that you went and got coffee and a bagel for me."

"It's nothing," I insist. "Just coffee and a bagel from the lobby."

She rests her head on my thigh, smiling lazily and lasciviously at me. "Just let me be grateful, will you?"

"Very well, then," I say, snorting a laugh. “You are most welcome, you sexy, naked, wonderful woman, you."

"Sexy, naked,andwonderful? All at once?" Her fingers drift up my thigh to the closure of my jeans, flipping it open and tugging down the zipper.

"Those are just the descriptors that came to mind first. I could fill an ocean with words to describe you. I am fluent in several languages, and passable in several more."

She tugs at my jeans—more of a gesture than a real attempt to pull them off. I lift up and slide my jeans and underwear off, and then rip off my shirt.

"My god, you're so fucking hot," she whispers, almost to herself. To me, then. "I'm listening."

"Beautiful," I say in English, and then start listing descriptors in every language I know. "Sexy. Alluring. Intelligent." More English. "Talented. Hardworking. Wise." Croatian. "Arousing. Tantalizing. Bold." Romani.

She gathers my cock in her hands, gazing up at me as she strokes me to aching arousal.

"Sensual. Strong. Resilient." Italian. "Bold. Powerful. Insightful." German. "Creative. Driven. Compassionate." Russian.

"I only know Croatian and English," she murmurs, “but I like hearing you say sweet things to me, no matter the language."

She licks her lips, eyes glinting and aroused, and then takes my cock in her mouth and drives down, and a groan escapes me. I let her back away, suckling around my glans greedily for a moment, and then slide her lips back down around me. When I feel arousal surge and boil in my balls, I gently guide her away.

“Tati," I whisper, "I need to be inside you."

She sits up, breasts swaying, hair loose and wild, eyes shining with need. "Then take me, my Nico."

My Nico.

It stings for a moment, hearing that phrase again. But then the sting morphs and becomes pain—the kind of pain that comes after a good workout, an ache that tells you you’re alive. And then the pain morphs once more and becomes…joy.

Relief.

Love.

"Say that again," I say, stretching across the bed to snag a condom. I open it and roll the condom on.

Sitting up with my feet on the floor, I reach for her. Tatiana slides a leg over my hips, gliding astride me in a smooth, lithe, sensual movement. She tosses her long black hair over one shoulder and sits up on her knees, reaching between us to grasp my cock, notches me at her entrance and lets go.

"Take me, my Nico."