My Most Precious One(60)

“Lay down.” I said, understanding how he felt. I lied down on top of him. “Of course I wanted to spend the day with you, but what was I going to do, sit here and pine? I went out and just like you, I thought about you the whole day. I was going to cook us dinner and I was going to let you take me out for drinks, but let’s face it you fucked that up royally.” My hair cascaded down my face, Lukas pushed it back behind my ears.

“I’m so sorry Alexia.” He said softly.

“How much did you drink?” I asked wary of the answer.

“How much did you drink?” He asked me.

“Pass” I said not wanting to answer him, he laughed.

“God I…” He stopped and stared at me. “Come here, I’ll start by making it up to you right now.” He rolled me over and pulled me up to sit up on the couch.

“Nice!” He tugged at my night gown that was a little too short. He reached his hands underneath and pulled my panties off. “Already wet. Very nice Alexia.” He slid his knuckle against my wet folds. He undid his zipper and his perfect erection came forward. I took a deep breath, still a little sore from last night. He pulled my legs making me come closer to him. I could feel him pushing in hard and fast, he made no apology about wanting me. I loved the way he felt inside me, my pussy molding around him, tight and damp. He pulled out.

A wicked grin spread on his face, as he surged back in and a delicious sting ran through my body. He was possessing me, marking me, wanting me, his dark desire pushing me forward. He pulled me up. “God I need to be deeper in you now.” He growled as he grabbed my waist losing all control. “Who do you belong to?” He grunted. “I’m yours.” I mewed. He hammered forward harder now. “That’s right baby, you’re mine.” He reached for my clit and ran his fingers around it. “Lukas I want to cum.” I cried out, he pulled himself from me. “Do you want to cum or do you need to cum?” He barked at me. The void he left was too much for me. He continued to play with my clit in a slow unforgiving way. “I want to cum.” I managed to say, “Well that’s not the same baby, so no.” He savagely pushed inside me, my back arched. “Lukas please!” I begged, “I need to cum.” He continued till he nearly lost all control. “Cum now before I completely lose it.” He commanded in long fast strokes, my body went limp. I tried to cry out but I couldn’t. I collapsed underneath Lukas as he hammered hard inside me calling out my name. His body fell on top of me. I hardly had the strength to wrap my arms around him; sweat was dripping down his back as my fingers grazed him. He bent over me his head leaning against my chest. “I l…” He stopped again. He pushed his head harder into my chest which startled me from my trance. I pulled his head back, he hesitated but then gave in.

He was in pain, a pain I didn’t understand. I could see the beginning of his tears. It was like someone had taken a hot needle and pierced my heart. “Lukas” I managed half smiling. He needed confronting, from what I didn’t know. I pulled him into my embrace shielding him from whatever was hurting him. “Whatever it is, I’m here. I will always be here and no one will ever do anything to hurt you as long as I’m with you.” He stayed silent as he lifted me and pushed me back onto the couch pulling the covers over us. I held him in my arms, his head on my chest, his arms around my body. I caressed his head slowly as he fell asleep in my arms.





His Gift & My Blunder

The next few days were fantastic. He took me everywhere, he urged me to call in sick for Thursday but I couldn’t. He rolled his eyes at me annoyed that I wouldn’t give in. A carefree Suit was so great to see, I felt that we were closer somehow, that there was an invisible shift that we both understood and let happen.

We had spent a month going back and forth. He would come every Sunday and pick me up from work and I would leave with a laundry list of items that both Kaci and Roxi wanted. Being at home with Lukas in New York was unlike anything I had ever imagined. He would spend any free time he had with me and whatever time he couldn’t I would spend in his immense wall library that he had built on the other side of the penthouse. It even had a terrace of its own so I could sit outside and enjoy the hot days of summer.

Mrs. Thatcher would often laugh out loud when she saw us playing PS3. Lukas had given in and bought one. I chose one game while he chose another. I couldn’t help choosing God of War. I loved Rpg games but I loved it more now that he sucked at it. He watched me play as he helped me through the game. However I had to admit the man kicked my ass in Gran Turismo, a car racing game. He was good, beyond good. His bellowing laughter would fill the penthouse every time he’d win.