“You’ll stay?” I need to hear the words.
“Yes, Evan. I’ll stay. I need to call Loretta and let her know I’ll be a day late. She isn’t going to like it, but it will be okay.”
“All right.” I pull her against me and press my lips to her hair as she calls her roommate.
I am beyond relieved. It never occurred to me to even ask her if she had children or pets or anything like that. The idea of a dog running around the apartment is fantastic. I’m tempted to tell her to go ahead and get the dog now, but I don’t want to let go of her yet.
She’s going to stay.
“How do you manage to put up with me?” I ask when she hangs up the phone.
“I know you,” Alina says simply.
Grabbing her chin, I tilt her face to mine. I watch her eyes as I move in, gently brushing my lips with hers before going for a deeper kiss. Alina lifts her hand to the back of my head, deepening the contact as her tongue runs along mine. With her other hand, she starts to unfasten the buttons of my shirt.
With her hands against my bare chest, I watch as she pushes my shirt from my shoulders. I kiss her quickly before I grab at the hem of her shirt and quickly bring it up over her head. Sliding my hand into the top of her bra, I kiss her again. I find her nipple and pinch it gently as she arches her back.
Without breaking the kiss, I release her breast and reach down to run my fingers slowly up the side of her leg, around her knee, and up her thigh. She’s wearing tight jeans, and when I seek the place between
her legs with my thumb, I can feel her heat through the denim.
“Jesus, Evan.” Alina grabs my belt and nearly rips the buckle off. Her breath comes quickly as the rest of our clothes rapidly make a pile on the floor.
I grab her and push her on her back against the couch cushions, and she reaches out to pull me down with her. Our mouths and tongues mesh, and her skin is warm to the touch. I reach between her legs again, and she bites down on my lower lip, pulling it between her teeth.
I slide a finger into her, curling it up as if it could meet my thumb on the other side. Alina breaks the kiss and moans as I press down, rubbing her clit with my thumb and grabbing the inside of her thigh with my other hand. Before she can tilt her head back, I drag her up, placing my lips against her neck. I kiss up to the line of her jaw and then over to her ear.
“I can’t let you go.” My throat is dry, and it’s hard to get the words out. “You know I couldn’t even function if you weren’t here.”
“I know. It’s all right. I’m here. Just please, Evan, fuck me.”
No additional encouragement needed.
I grab her leg and bring it up over my hip. I sink into her slowly, but that’s the end of all things gentle. I pull back and slam into her.
“You want to be fucked, do you?”
“Yes.” Her voice is just a whisper.
“You want my cock that bad?”
“Yes!”
“Then I’m going to give it to you.” My pace is furious. All that has plagued me—the worry over Rinaldo and being alone—I pour into her body. Sweat covers my skin as I take her hard and fast.
Alina grips my forearms and hangs on as I lean over, pounding into her. She cries out with each thrust, and it sounds like drum beats. I feel my stomach tighten, but I’m not ready to come yet.
Slowing down, I stroke a couple more times before pulling out of her. Alina squirms and protests as I lean over and trace the skin of her neck with my tongue. I breathe hot air onto her wet flesh and move my lips up her throat.
“I want your ass,” I whisper in her ear, and she moans. “Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes…please, Evan!”
My balls tighten at her words. I’ve never taken Alina in the ass. It’s usually the first thing I want from a hooker, but I haven’t even brought it up with her before.