As always the sight of her naked flesh blew me away. I gaped as she pulled open the door and stepped into the shower. Smoothly reaching behind me, she plucked up a bottle of shower gel. She looked me up and down, an assessing gaze that had a shiver running down my spine. When she finally met my gaze, her big blue eyes were wide and full of desire. She squeezed the gel into the palm of her hand and began rubbing it in circles on my chest.
When my senses finally returned to me, I wasn’t sure what to say. I was happy - beyond happy - that she was there, that she’d come to me but why had she come to me?
“Ana…”
She shushed me, massaging my shoulders, then snaking her hands down to my back. She rested her hands on my hips and gripped me tight as she knelt before me. Every muscle in my body went tight, throbbing with anticipation. The purpling head of my erection bobbed in front of her. She washed the soap suds off her hands and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I concentrated on her eyes, willing myself not to blow my load right away.
Her hot, wet mouth was cooler than the shower as she took me between her lips. A small gasp, that I hoped wasn’t audible escaped my mouth as the head of my cock nudged the back of her throat.
She swirled her tongue around the underside of my erection and I almost felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. God, what I wouldn’t give to rail her against the cold hard tiles right now. To pick her up, have her legs wrapped around me and my cock buried deep inside her sweet center.
I groaned, low and guttural, as I looked up to the ceiling. She was driving me mad. Her tongue’s slow circles, the gentle back and forth motion of her head, the way her hands pressed and kneaded my balls. Everything about this was sending me insane. I could feel myself tightening, ready to climax down the back of her throat.
“Anastasia...” I could barely speak to her. Her eyes flicked up to me. “I’m gonna...”
She continued, sucking me agonizingly slowly which made my cock spasm almost painfully in her mouth. She laid her hands flat against the base of my dick as she sucked harder and faster. My hands wound tightly in her hair, guiding her movements as much as she would let me. I tried to be gentle, I didn’t want to force her to take my cock any deeper than she could. A tiny gag caught in her throat, but she kept going. I felt my balls tightening, a lightning flash of release coursing through me as I let rip inside her, my hot load pooling in her mouth and slipping down her throat.
I felt her swallow once, twice, and watched as she looked up at me, lazy and lustful. She braced a hand on me as she pulled away, letting my still-hard cock fall from her lips, and stood. She licked her lips, stepped out of the shower, and sauntered out of the bathroom.
I stared after her wondering if I’d been dreaming. What just happened?
My breaths were still coming hard and fast and my cock and balls had a satisfying ache. It must have. I couldn’t have imagined that. I quickly finished washing and stopped the water. I roughly dried myself with a towel and went into the bedroom again. There she was, back in the bed, naked - glistening wet but, once again, drifting back to sleep.
I had been having a quiet morning. A lazy morning.
I woke up early to find that Nikolai had disappeared. With the bed cold, I didn’t know how long he’d been gone. I tried relentlessly to go back to sleep but no such luck. With no sign of Nikolai returning I gave up hope and snuck back to my room.
I’d had a nice relaxing bath before throwing on my sweats and making my way down to the kitchen for a late breakfast.
I had mixed feelings as I sat in the kitchen to eat my cereal. It didn’t feel right that Nikolai wasn’t here, I’d become accustomed to our breakfast routine. I supposed I missed him this morning with the lateness of my descent. At the same time, I was glad he wasn’t there. I didn’t know what I’d say to him if he were, or how I was supposed to act. Last night had really muddled things.
I sat in the library for an hour or two, sinking my teeth into a classic. The morning sun still shone overhead through the skylights when I closed my book. I could usually read for hours on end but my real-life ‘tall, dark and handsome’ was on my mind. I couldn’t stop wondering where he was.
It was only just after twelve. I figured the kitchen may be the best place to look. He had to eat, right?
Nibbling on some crackers I sat and waited for any sign of another living human. I would’ve even settled for Heather at that point. But no one showed.
After waiting for the better part of an hour, I decided that I’d had enough. I really didn’t want to see Nikolai anymore, I might’ve just tore his head off if I did. If he wanted to avoid me, then that was just fucking fine.
I decided it would be best to try and forget the matter. I moved through the house, my footsteps felt like they were echoing. There was no one in sight and no sounds to be heard. Was the house empty? I don’t think I’d ever been left alone in the house yet.
I didn’t care for it.
Where the fuck was Nikolai? And why had he just upped and left without so much as a word?
I shut the door behind me into the theater room, and growled as I threw myself onto the sofa. After starting up the screen I scrolled through Netflix. I knew exactly what I was looking for but wasn’t sure how to find it on the techy remote.
About halfway through the second episode of Gilmore Girls, I stabbed at the pause button. The doorbell was ringing, I thought I’d heard something. I sat patiently for a few minutes waiting for someone to answer it. When it rang for the third time, I stood up with a huff. Where the hell was everyone?
I supposed, since I was up, it was as good a time as any to make some popcorn. I already knew Nikolai had a bag stashed in the back of the pantry. I didn’t know why the bag seemed so hidden, like a bad secret that no one needed to know about. Popcorn was something to be front and center, to be shown off like a six-pack.
I swung open the door desperate to stop its incessant chimes. Immediately I wished I hadn’t, I should’ve just let it ring - turned the volume up and pretended no one was home. And since I was the one answering the door, I knew that was a very possible scenario.
“What?” I spat at the man in his crisp suit clutching his briefcase. The man that now filled the porch was one I’d never wanted to see again - the lawyer that delivered the news of Aunt Carols’ passing. My sudden burst of anger had rung true in my bark, maybe a little too true. The man looked like he was almost about to wet himself.
Good, I thought, at least someone had an appreciation for my fiery streak. Apparently my anger only caused Nikolai amusement, obviously not my desired effect.
“Well, come on. What the hell do you want? If you’ve come to ruin my day, I’m sorry to tell you but you’re all out of luck, I have no more relatives left to die.” Halfway through my sentence, I felt Nikolai step up behind me. Too close. Having said what needed to be said, I turned to Nikolai.
“Next time, get off your fat ass and answer your own fucking door.” I sidestepped him before he could respond. We both knew that his ass was the furthest thing from fat but I wasn’t going to admit that, that would lead to a very dangerous spiral on my part. He definitely did not need to know that, yes I had checked out his ass… more than once - it was a damn fine ass.
“Mi...Miss Exley? I need to speak with you.”