Levan was the one.
I never could quite believe the gift that had been given to me. Levan was special and a child from him would be the second best thing that could happen to me. The first was him, of course.
In this moment, I swore I would never let anything threaten the love between us.
41
Bianca
The next morning, I woke up tangled in sheets that smelled of our union … uh … throughout the night.
My cheeks burned at the heated reminder of the numerous ways he had taken me, claimed me, and branded me. My heart felt like it would burst when I thought of the way he had washed my sex soaked and dripping with his cum with a warm towel before he tucked me into bed.
I sat up and looked around the beautiful white room, and felt the despair of the previous day begin to reappear. I immediately buried my face in my hands to tame my overly dramatic mind. I reminded myself of my promise yesterday.
One day at a time, Bianca. One day at a time.
As I sat there repeating those words like a mantra, I heard light footsteps and pushed my hair out of my face to see who it was. My heart skipped when I saw him.
With dampened hair, a naked torso, and a pair of khaki pants that made him look masculine and macho. He’d left the first button open, the slight dusting of hair that covered his groin exposed.
This sight of him was beyond exciting. He looked so good I wanted desperately to fuck him all over again.
He was holding a tray of breakfast.
As he came closer to me, I hooked my fingers into his pants.
“Hey,” he protested, placing the tray down.
As I watched, he quickly began to swell beneath those khakis.
I placed my lips on his navel and relished it when he jumped at the touch. I looked up to see his eyes darkening at the tease. Breathing became a hassle. When he tried to pull away, I tightened my hold on the fabric and continued my caress. Following the light trickle of hair down to his crotch, I began to work the buttons down.
His hand covered mine. “We’re going to eat first. I chased out all the staff from the kitchen and just spent too damn long whipping all of these for you because I wanted to see you eat something I’d made.
Smiling at the romantic gesture, I splayed my hands over his ass to bring him even closer to me. “Don’t worry, this is just my appetizer,” I purred.
His grin, that flash of his perfect pearly whites made my blood simmer. I pushed his pants down just enough, and in seconds, the head of his cock was in my mouth. “Hmm.” I groaned at his earthy sweet taste and smiled when I felt him begin to flex his hips in response.
He buried his fingers in my hair and I took him as deep as he would go down into my mouth. Then I pulled away, my tongue held drops of his cum. I extended it and showed it to him.
“Arrghh, fuck,” he said, starting to lose control. I could feel him quivering in my grip, but before I could suck him into my mouth again, he stepped away from me.
“No,” he said in a strangled voice. “Food first! I can’t have you collapsing on me again.”
I slapped him on the stomach. “I didn’t pass out,” I complained. “I just fall asleep really quickly. Anyway, I was tired from all the stress!”
“Yes, really quickly,” he echoed teasingly, as he put the tray on the bed.
He was still chuckling when I turned my attention to the ambitious breakfast of eggs, sausages, bacon, and perfectly golden toast. By the side, he had cut up an assortment of strawberries, apples, and kiwis, and poured orange juice into a tall glass.
“This looks amazing. Thank you,” I commented.
He lowered himself beside me. “No thanks are necessary. I actually enjoyed making it.”
I loved his proximity to me. “What about you? Aren’t you going to have some too?”
“Nope. I’m just gonna watch my baby eat.”
I forked a strawberry and placed it in his mouth. His eyes were fixed on mine, and with a gaze so intense, I froze. Suddenly, the world stopped turning, stopped existing, and it was only us again. He placed his hand on my neck and gently brought my mouth to his. He kissed me and it was filled with the scent and taste of strawberries. It was the sweetest, most intimate kiss I’d ever experienced.
My bones were beginning to melt. To retain some sanity, I pulled away. How could I ever have thought even for a moment that I could let him go?
My fingers filtered through his hair. “I’ll make you something for lunch.”
He shook his head. “We’re going out. You, me and Aldie. A friend of mine has a winery about an hour away, so we’ll be heading over there for a couple of hours. After that, I’ll show you both around the town and we’ll grab an early dinner.