I could go on like this forever. I’m not even sure I want to come.
Alina runs her hands down my back, gripping my ass, and pulling me into her deeper.
“Evan…please…”
I don’t know what she’s asking for. I can feel her clenching around my cock, and a shooting, tingling feeling rushes over my shaft. I arch my back, driving into her deeply as she moans with every thrust. She moves her hands up and digs her fingers into my back as I rotate my hips, pull back, and then slide into her again.
Wrapping her arms up under mine and around my shoulders, Alina pushes up off the mattress and cries out as she tightens around me. Any ideas of lasting forever leave me as I quicken my pace. My head swims, and I let go.
With my eyes squeezed shut, I cry out as the waves wash over me. I collapse on top of her for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I push away as soon as I’m able, securing the edge of the condom with my fingers as I pull out of her.
I toss the rolled up condom into the nearby trashcan as Alina excuses herself to the bathroom. She returns a minute later, smelling like lavender, and slips back into bed beside me. I scoot over to get closer to her, wrap one arm around her waist, and tuck my head against her shoulder.
“What’s wrong, Evan?”
“I’m fine.” I’m not, but it doesn’t really matter.
“You aren’t falling asleep,” she says. “You usually fall right to sleep.”
I sigh and glance up at her. Her expression is soft.
“Just work shit,” I say dismissively.
Alina nods but doesn’t ask for any details. It’s strange being with a woman who doesn’t ask questions—strange and relieving.
I move forward, and our lips meet. It’s a soft, gentle kiss. She rubs her fingers at the spot right behind my ear, and I turn toward her touch.
“That feels good,” I tell her.
“I’m glad you like it.” She smiles slightly and strokes my cheek with her free hand.
“Get some rest,” she says. “You look tired.”
I start to respond, but I close my eyes instead. Her shoulder is more comfortable than the pillow, and her scent lulls me into a dreamless sleep.
*****
For the first time, I wake before Alina.
Surprisingly, I don’t wake with thoughts of some horrific dream in the forefront of my mind. I’m not covered in sweat or breathing hard, and I actually feel rested. I take several deep breaths and open my eyes.
Alina is coiled around me, or me around her—it’s hard to tell the difference. Our legs are intertwined, and my arm is wrapped around her waist and hers around my neck. We’re sharing a single pillow though there are four on the king-sized bed, and the blankets are pulled up around us both.
I have to take a piss, but I’m too warm and comfortable to seriously consider stepping out onto the hardwood floors. Instead, I look at Alina. Her face is relaxed in sleep, and her chest rises and falls in a gentle rhythm. Her thick, dark eyelashes are long enough to be resting against her cheek. Softly, I run my fingers over the arch of her eyebrow, then down her cheek. Her skin is soft, and there’s still a hint of lavender on it.
It occurs to me that I don’t know anything about her. I don’t know where she’s from or why she happened to end up in such a profession. I know she shares an apartment somewhere with Loretta, but I don’t know where she actually lives.
I remember Bridgett’s apartment. It was in a dump of a building in one of the worst sections of town. Considering what I pay for a night, I would think most whores live in better conditions than that, but I don’t really know.
How much of a cut does the pimp take anyway?
Rinaldo has his hands in multiple prostitution rings, but it isn’t an area of the business where my services are needed. When there’s an issue, the pimps typically deal with it on their own. I’ve never paid any attention to it.
Maybe I’d check into her pimp. Considering what area I find her in, her pimp is probably one of Rinaldo’s. It’s also possible he’s independent. A lot of Greco’s people went that route when he was run out of town. Rinaldo didn’t have a problem with it. There are enough johns to go around, so territory isn’t commonly in dispute.
My bladder feels like it’s going to burst, so I give up and touch my feet to the cold floor. Wishing I had gotten around to buying some area rugs, I creep off to the bathroom. When I return, Alina’s eyes are open, and she’s arching her back and stretching her arms above her head, giving me a pretty nice view of her tits and stomach.
“Good morning,” she says with a smile. “How did you sleep?”