Amaya“Maybe I don’t want you to help me,” I fired back at Kristo.“Maybe you should learn to accept help when someone offers to make your life easier,” he responded, and the tiny crackle of irritation in his voice was enough to push me over the edge.“Oh, because you’d know what it was like to deal with hardships,” I snapped, and I stomped off to my room. I knew I was acting childish, but I didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted to be left alone, to have some space to let my head clear.He didn’t follow me. I guess some part of me was hoping he would, but I knew he was a grown-ass man who had better things to do than chase me around trying to make things better. I sat down on the edge of the bed and caught my breath, letting myself quietly fume for a few minutes. After a while, I heard him at the door.“If you want to start acting like an adult, then I’ll order us some dinner,” he called through the wood. I didn’t respond. He wasn’t going to talk to me like that, not when he clearly thoug
KristoI got to my feet and began to pace around the apartment. I was exhausted already, and the day had only just begun. I always ended up feeling the same way when I worked from home, antsy and as though there was a fly up my ass keeping me from getting settled.Stretching, I headed over to the window. Maybe I was just missing Amaya. I was used to having her around the apartment, but since I had started ducking work to avoid my sister, I’d been around the house a lot more by myself, and I was missing the hell out of her.I had been ducking out of the office as much as I could recently, hoping Cleo wouldn’t catch on to my game and figure out she was the reason I had barely spent a minute in there the last week or so. She had been haranguing me about getting Amaya out for a trip together, and the last thing I needed was my new wife heading out on the town with my sister and her friends. Cleo had given me a lot of talk about taking her out to a club, and I had a feeling she wasn’t talk
Kristo“Hi, this is Kristo Balaban,” I replied smoothly. Even though I had been working in a pair of sweats all day, the person on the other end of the line didn’t have to know I’d been anything other than professional.“Yes, we have the car you sent to the shop ready,” the voice replied. “Do you want us to drop it off? If you’re home now—”“Yes, please do,” I said. “How long will you be?”“Ten minutes?”“Perfect, see you soon,” I replied and hung up the phone. I stretched and stepped away from the window, wondering how long I’d just been standing there thinking about her. Best not to linger on it. Any longer, at least.I waited outside for the car to arrive and tipped my face up to the sun. The warm light on my face made me feel the way I did in her presence, soothed, comfortable, at peace. She seemed to ground me in a way no other person had in my entire life to date, to bring me back down to Earth when I needed it. To remind me there was a world outside the office, outside my famil
AmayaI brushed through the door and tried to push the remnants of the day to the back of my mind. But they were still fuming there right at the front, fizzing and filling my head.“Oh, thank fuck,” I murmured when I saw the beer sitting out on the table alongside a giant pizza. It smelled so good, it was all I could do not to dive into it headfirst. Kristo emerged from the kitchen right as I grabbed a bottle for myself, and I nearly downed the whole thing in one gulp.“Hey, hey.” He came to me and touched me on the arm. “Drinking too much was what got us into this mess in the first place, remember?”“Yeah, I remember,” I replied and put the bottle down. “Well, actually, I don’t. That’s kind of the problem.”“Oh, that’s a problem, huh?” he remarked, grinning. I took another sip of my beer, and he cracked a bottle open too. I could still feel the warmth and weight of his hand on my skin, and I let my mouth glide over the top of the beer bottle. If anything was going to get my mind off
Amaya“You look so good like this,” he murmured as he pushed my thighs apart, sliding his hand beneath my ass and drawing me close. He let his mouth graze ever-so-lightly across the inside of my thigh, and my pussy ached for some kind of relief.“Oh my god,” I gasped, tipping my head back and silently pleading with him to give me what I needed. He hovered his mouth over me for a moment, letting the warmth of his breath torment me for a moment, and then he moved in and took my clit between his lips, and my brain lost any hope of rational thought.He sealed his mouth around me and sucked lightly, stroking his tongue back and forth across my clit and sending waves of pleasure out across my body. I moaned hopelessly and leaned back on the counter, planting my hands behind me, hoping they would be enough to keep me upright. Fuck, how could this feel so good? How had I waited this long to do this? He flattened his tongue and moved in slow strokes over my clit, from top to bottom, as though
KristoI drummed my fingers on the table and watched the door. It couldn’t be too long till she got home, and I had quite the evening planned as soon as she did.If she would actually look me in the eye, that was. She had barely met my gaze since that fuck-session we’d shared on the counter a few days before, and all I wanted was to go for another round. I had considered pissing her off again to see if she had to take her anger out on me all over again, but I figured the last thing I needed was to give her more reasons to stay away from me. Not when I needed her more than ever.I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her—well, specifically, the two of us together—since we had hooked up again. This time, I could remember every single detail and reveled in the parts that most rewarded a redo, the noises she had made as she came, the feel of her pussy clenching helplessly around my cock as she came, the way her body trembled when she was close. I wanted to reenact all of it. I wanted m
KristoFuck, where was Amaya? She was supposed to be back by now, and I had arrived home early from the office to make sure everything was in place for her. I even had the screen set up in the spare bedroom, a movie picked out—something scary, like last time so the two of us could snuggle up and hold each other close like we had done at the movies. Maybe a little more. I wanted to be with her again, physically and emotionally, and this was the only way I knew how, by retracing our steps, the ones we had taken together that had led us this far.Finally, I heard her familiar footsteps on the stairs and went to pull the door open for her as she got home.“Hey.” I grinned as I laid eyes on her for the first time that day. She had slipped into the shower early and then out the door before I had gotten up. I’d thought she had been avoiding me, but she must have just had something early to take care of at work. I wanted to greet her with a kiss, but that could wait till later. When I had her
AmayaI lay face down on the bed and listened to him moving around beyond the door. I felt as though I could cry or scream or both, but I knew none of that was going to help me. I needed to talk to him. That was the only thing I could practically do that was going to help even a little bit, but I just couldn’t face the thought of having to tell him the truth about the way I’d been feeling.It had all started after we’d had sex again. Well, for the first time, as far as my memory was concerned, but still it had been incredible, and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it for a second since. The way he felt against me, inside me, the way he kissed me like he owned me and wanted me to know it. Everything about him, about being with him in that way, it was burned onto my memory and finally filled in the gaps of why I had done this in the first place. If it had been anything like that, then there was no way I was going to say no. He was just—holy hell, he was just so damn good. I coul