Chapter 35 - Reaching the Big 'O' Together

Chapter 35 - Reaching the Big 'O' Together

~ Daniella ~

In one scoop Erik lifted me up bride-style from the ground with his strong arms. I yelped of course with the suddenness of it but nevertheless surrendered myself with his subtle demand.

As he strode to the bathroom, I combed the locks of wet hair out of his face and pulled the prosthetic make-up out of his neck tattoo.

He didn’t protest with it and even allowed me to trace the edges of the spade.

“What’s this tattoo mean, Erik?” I asked once we arrived in the bath area that was connected to the first section of the bathroom.

This area had a different atmosphere.

Why? Because it literally had no concrete roof except for a skylight that showed the pelting rain. The walls where covered with groovy tiles of Mediterranean art. There was a countertop some stretch away from us and a full length mirror beside it. From each side, there were silvery green plants that towered all the way to the walls. Vines crept close to it that added to its tropical feeling. What caught my breath more was the mini Jacuzzi at the center. It boasted three wide steps down the cerulean water, all set-up with smooth blue tiles.

I gaped of course because this was my first time seeing the existence of this area.

Back in my first day of being Erik’s personal maid when he ordered me to fill in his tub, I didn’t exactly expect that the door farther to the right was actually the portal to this oasis.

Goodness me.

And now, Erik and I are to bath here together! And naked!

My head screamed when he placed me down and swiftly untied my bathrobe. A glint of pleasure showed in his eyes right before tossing my robe in one of the rattan chairs available.

I whimpered a little when he ran a hand in my flat belly, to the underside of my breasts and to the edges of my blue rose tattoo. It set me in flames again.

“Dip in first, I’ll follow you after,” he instructed.

I did as he told, managing the three steps of the Jacuzzi to sink in the water. The water was warm surprisingly, just at the level of my nipples when I sat. Considering that we had just entered here, I expected it to be freezing cold, but it wasn’t.

At the center, with my arms stretched sideways, I stopped to observe Erik. His movements reflected of eagerness when he opened a wall-bolted metal box near the countertop and pushed something there to turn on the Jacuzzi bubbles.

I squealed a little when I felt pressure in between my legs and in my back. Erik looked at me and grinned; that particular grin that showed he was beyond delighted of my reaction.

I thinned my eyes and puckered my lips, but it was only momentary because it immediately dropped when he pulled the wet pants out and stood in all his naked glory in front of me.

Swallowing an imaginary pool of drool in my mouth, I continued to stare and stare real good, examining and analyzing to myself how in the world his major general fitted inside me last night.

I am no longer a virgin but still I feel that I am when he joined me in the water and stretched his arms wide.

“Come here, Daniella.”

My heart sped up double time as I slid close to him, putting myself in between his lean legs.

He welcomed me with an embrace at the back. His arms held tightly around my waist and then he pulled me closer against his chest. I could well feel his warm breathing passing through my right ear.

“You had this place setup for you alone?” I asked deciding to start a good conversation.

I heard a low pleasured growl in his throat before he answered, “I enjoy life’s pleasures every now and then Daniella, but mostly, this area helps me relax after a tiring mission.”

By mission, he probably meant Iopata-related so I decided not to pursue the topic.

“And now you’re sharing the space with me,” I stated matter-of-a-factly with a little smile on my face.

“Hmmm, it is,” he answered behind me, “One of my best ideas so far.”

“And I bet another one of it is you blackmailing me into becoming your personal maid and turning me into a club member.”

I shifted to look at his profile and saw the mischief in his smile. “I am at your disposal Daniella,” he stated, “You can take revenge on me for what I have done.”

I held my laughter at bay.

“Revenge? That would be tempting Erik, but I prefer not. However, I do would like to forgive you if you answer my question earlier.”

He raised a brow for a moment and then something dawned on him.

“You sly vixen,” his stated playfully, “You want me to talk about my tattoo?”

I nodded while keeping my mouth zipped, trying to give him puppy-dog eyes.

I wasn’t sure if it was intentional but he heaved a deep, really deep breath before started answering me.

“This tattoo shows my rank in my father’s Bratva. It shows that I am family and basically his eventual successor if I hadn’t escaped.”

Cool and calm, that’s what I have told myself when I sought to find out more about his past.

“Is your desire to bring him down the reason that you cover it up?” was my follow-up question whilst touching the art of our discussion gently with my lips.

He shivered, I felt he did, although faintly as the pensive mood he was suddenly in overpowered it.

“I am embarrassed of my family roots Daniella. People, especially those who knew about Iopata might recognize this so I chose to hide it. It lessens complications. It also hides my real identity to my father. He thinks me dead remember?”

I nodded once with that. “I see.”

Then, I took out his left hand from his embrace and joined it, palm to palm with my own.

“But I fear for you and the others Erik. This...agenda you are in with the Russian brotherhood is unhealthy and unsafe.”

I pulled my hand out but his fingers quickly interlaced with the spaces to keep me from retracting. He brought them up near his mouth and pecked each of my digits.

“It is what we do Daniella,” was his answer after the batch of kisses. “Such is fate. Who else would if we wouldn’t?”

And by that I remembered his remark about the Club being a modern-day Robin Hood. True, who else would actually help the poor and helpless affected by the machinations of a mafia if not them?

“You have a point,” was my initial answer. From my contemplation, a second truth was brought up to me and this was our bumping into each other in the vineyard. “I am not going to complain much though. After all, your circumstances exactly bridged our meeting.”

He probably remembered our past too because his face lightened up. “Indeed.”

Not that I was complaining but I shifted to the left a little when I felt a certain bulge poke at my behind. It reminded me about the now and how stimulating our position was at the moment.

“Why did you bring me in your room Erik?” I asked taking into account that I really did want to know the reason. “I remember we were still in my room yesterday night.”

I felt his chest vibrate with unsound laughter. He ran the tip of his nose to the helix of my ear and played with it for a few seconds before answering.

“I want us undisturbed Daniella. I would really like to keep you here for as long as possible but I know other matters would keep me from doing it. The whole day today would be the best that I can get us.”

“A whole day?” Even though he can’t clearly see, I arched my brow. “You really plan on confining me here?”

“Do I hear trepidation in your voice, Hotness?”

Oh yes, especially when he suddenly slipped one hand down my fluttering belly, just below my navel.

“A little maybe...” I answered with a gentle exhale.

“Then I’ll promise to keep you occupied as much as possible to take your mind off of that.”

From there, he advanced lower and lower until he reached the favored spot.

“Erik...” I breathed out when he skated one finger inside my sex.

“Open your legs wider Sweet Rose,” he requested to which I did so with much enthusiasm. “Good, now offer yourself to me.”

I almost loudly gasped when he focused on pinching my circular spot. His fingers, oh his fingers, created sensations inside me which I have just been introduced last night. I was in rapture that time and no doubt I am about to experience it again this moment.

“Erik-hhh.” His name definitely came out lewd when I said it.

He was probably turned on with it because one finger bore a second and then a third all the while causing a complete delicious mess against my walls. His free hand released from embracing me. I thought he would use it to restrain my hand from grabbing his bottom but I was wrong. He actually used it to cup my left swelling breast that was aching for attention too.

“Ah!”

I gasped again but this time as loud as I could when I felt myself reaching to that world of blissful swirls.

“Go on, come for me Daniella,” he urged darkly against my ear.

Forcefully, he went on and on for probably minutes, making waves in the water with his working arm together with the bubbles of the Jacuzzi.

“Shit! Erik!” I blindly shouted with head pressed against his tensed shoulder as I reached the explosive climax.

Before I knew it, he lapped on my exposed neck, adding more to my heightened sensations. I shuddered; fuck, how I shuddered. And whimpered; whimpered like it was the only sound learned in my voice box.

“Erik...” My head spun for minutes.

He withdrew from caressing me but didn’t say anything, so once my lightheadedness ceased, I looked at his profile and saw, straight in my line of sight, his relaxed jaw and pleased curving mouth. He was already looking at me; eyes flooding with genuine affection.

“Such a sight. I want that embedded in my mind forever,” he stated.

I felt myself blush.

“You don’t seem to have difficulty putting me in that scene Erik. I think your fingers have an immense power hoarded in them.”

“Only because my victim is so willing to be loved,” he replied with ease.

I thought that he was going to release me and continue with his Jacuzzi bathing. I thought that he was done with his attention on me, but no he wasn’t. Not at all. Without warning, he lifted me up from the water and brought me to lie in a nearby lounger chair.

It was a huge furniture that can easily fit two people lying, but right now, I have a feeling that lying wasn’t what was on Erik’s mind.

Just as my bottom hit the thin cushion, he leaned down and covered my mouth with an all-time best passionate kiss ever. His slithering tongue overwhelmed me but who’s to say that I can’t catch up with his actions?

I plunged my own inside his mouth and that made him groan distinctly.

With how we were positioned, I could feel his erection growing longer and thicker. Damn.

I really thought he’d pierce it inside me right then and there because (you know) we were naked and that we both yearned for each other but no. No, no. Erik had another thing in mind.

“I’d like to taste you, Daniella,” he said when he withdrew; eyes boring deep into mine. “I’d like it very much. Please nod if you want me to and I really want you to.”

Being new to this act and all, it was a good course of action to deny him tonguing me, but I’d be damned if I didn’t nod. Shit, in the back of my head, I wanted it to happen.

So I nodded.

“Excellent,” he uttered.

He stooped low right at the middle of my open legs and smirked sexily at me before launching down to contact his tongue with my quaking clit.

“Ah Erik!” I shouted, or more like mewled.

He stopped after a tongue sweep at my gratified protrusion and groaned sexily, “Such a nectarine taste you have Sweet Rose.” Then he licked the corner of his mouth.

“Erik...” I watched him through half-lidded eyes.

He hooked my knees with his elbows and spread me even wider to gain more access.

I felt a pang of embarrassment when that happened but when he devoured my pussy with such gusto, the feeling went flying out of the skylight.

Throwing my hands near the sides, I sought to find something to grab onto, but there was this only thin cushion below me. It was so meager that it was unable to support my careening emotions. I grabbed my own breasts instead.

Closing my eyes and arching my back, I felt his tongue whip, flick and slide like a loyal dog venerating its master’s feet. He is no dog and I am not his master, but he certainly did the task with flying colors.

I felt myself climb to that orgasmic bliss again.

But then, he stopped. Fuck, he stopped.

“I want you again Daniella. Shit, I crave for you,” was his statement when he pulled himself up. Love charged with lust overflowed in his eyes as he regarded my lying, weak state.

“What-what is stopping you then?” I answered breathlessly, lusting for his c0ck in that moment.

He stooped again and aimed for my neck, skating his hot, wet tongue along the area and down to my navel. Then, he attacked one of my breasts, doing amazing lapping motions with it, before suddenly ramming his ace inside me.

Both of us groaned in unison with the completeness of our union.

“Shhhit, fuck you’re so tight! You’re insides are clenching me, woman!”

Satisfaction painted my face.

I undulated my hips towards him and ran my hand along his chiseled torso. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in response.

“You’re doing things inside me Erik - delicious things,” I proclaimed. “Being this tight is my way of reacting to you. Well, apart from the fact that you had just deflowered me last night.”

His chest swelled from my praise.

“Ah!” I gasped when he pulled and pushed his erection inside me without warning.

“Is this what you meant by delicious?” he teased.

Shit, and I just licked my own lips in reaction.

“Yes, ah!”

Again, he plunged inside me, the feeling of which I can’t exactly find the right words to describe, but picture your favorite food in a year-long fasting of it and then you get to eat it again. That’s how I feel now, only much, so much better.

With his divine hands, he titillated my breasts again but it was only momentary because he swiftly straightened me up from lying and then instructed against my forehead: “Turn around for me, Sweet.”

Although confused, I did as he told without asking any questions, pulling myself away and terminating temporarily our union. He hooked one hand around my waist just as my back pressed against his chest. Then, his free hand ran palm-down along my spine and I shivered with the ticklishness of it.

“I’m going take you from behind. Please tell me if I’ll hurt you.”

I frowned.

“No, you’ll not.”

He pressed his lips on my nape and I shuddered.

“Just tell me Daniella. Please.”

With how pleading his voice sounded, I released a sigh in the end and then nodded. “I will.”

I wondered how he could give me pain when all he had given me was pleasure and orgasms after orgasms. When he entered me in one gentle push though that’s when I realized why he had to say that. With how we were positioned, my back against his chest and his erection like a nail inside me, I felt its head hitting my cervix.

I gasped loudly.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, worry dripping in his voice.

“No, no...” I answered with a quick shake of my head. Nope, I am not lying. It was the truth. The feel of him buried deep, so deep inside me was beyond imagination. Pain was easily forgotten. “It feels so good Erik.”

He chuckled behind me and then started to move.

Shit.

My head spun like crazy... my senses mashed up into one big ball of nuclear bomb ready to be detonated.

He delivered smooth, quick succession of thrusts, putting our bodies into a perfect rhythm.

I heard him groan in time with my moans, banishing the thought that he was a cold, insensitive bastard of a President. Well, that thought had already been expelled from my mind long ago and I doubt I would believe that ever again now that I had seen this side of Erik.

Just like last night, we finally burst out together, clutching each other’s arms as we rode our wave of orgasm. His head fell on my shoulder, heavy and wet in sweat and rain. My own fell back on his shoulder too, but I pressed my cheeks to his jaw, letting him hear the deep breaths I was making.

“Erik..?” I panted.

“Yes, Daniella?”

“This is the second time you didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m aware.” He paused and kissed the back of my right ear. “Are you safe?”

“No,” I replied quickly, but weird, I don’t feel one bit of panic at all.

“Good,” he announced and that made me turn slightly to look at him with half-amused, half-confused eyes.

“Erik, what are you trying to say?” I asked.

He only planted a sweet kiss on my nose and replied, “You will have to stay with me forever, My Love.”