Page 6 of Unholy Matrimony
Lenya moves his finger up and down my entrance, which is coated with my arousal. I gasp at the pressure as he gently enters inside me. He eases in and out a few times, then stays in place to let me adjust to his finger being there. His mouth is back on me, eating me as if he is a starved man and I'm the only food he has. He moves his finger inside me, his finger crooks as if telling me to come here. He hits a spot that sends my hips up and into him. I'm writhing underneath his mouth. I'm on the precipice of unraveling from the inside out.
“Oh, God! Oh God, please don’t stop!” My voice is husky and filled with lust. Just when I feel like a bomb is going to go off inside of me, he withdraws his finger, takes his mouth off me, and raises himself. “What are you doing!?” I pant.
He crawls on top of me, looks me in the eye, and says, “Bad girls, girls who roll their eyes and give attitude, don't get to come. Think about that malyshka 17the next time you want to roll your eyes at me. I can give you pleasure, but I can also take it away.”
I stare at him, and emotions fill me up. Anger because he used this as a punishment, disappointment that it was over, and embarrassment because I enjoyed it. I wanted more.
It’s not until Lenya gets up and stares down at me I finally see the outcome of what we’ve done. I soaked his dress shirt from the collar down to the third button. His face glistened from my arousal. How the hell is he going to hide that? He just stands there smiling like a damn fool!
“Well, are you going to help me up?” He grabs my pile of clothing and boots and crouches down again in front of me. He holds out his hands and pulls me up. Staying down, he grabs my underwear and motions for me to step into them. Oh, now he wants to help dress me after being an asshole. That's also kind of sweet. He’s still an asshole, though.
He pulls them up and over my bottom and does the same with my leggings. Just as he reaches for my socks, I blurt out, “I know how to dress myself, you know? You don’t have to treat me like I’m a child.”
He breathes out, “I’m not treating you like a child, Lina. Just because I didn't let you come doesn't mean I can’t take care of you afterward. I’m not going to just leave you here by yourself to get dressed.”
“Well, at least let me do my socks and boots by myself, please,” I say sweetly, trying my best not to be irritated.
I get up with Lenya's help after tying my boots, and he picks up his coat from the ground. Shaking it off, I notice that it's not only wet from the ground but from me! “How do you plan on getting this past everyone when we go back in?” motioning to his shirt and disheveled appearance.
He shrugs. “Getting to know each other better? Oh, even better, I chased you and fell into a puddle.” Snapping his fingers at the idea.
“A puddle from the neck up?” I question, with a raised eyebrow.
“Do you have a better idea?” he retorts. Knowing full well I don’t, I laugh. Then he laughs, putting his hand on my back, and starts guiding me out of the forest.
We head back through the cemetery towards the garden of the church to face my family and Father Ireni.
God, maybe Lenya is going to change me more than I am going to change him.
1. baby
2. baby
3. My beautiful flower
4. baby
5. I found you baby
6. What's the matter baby?
7. Scared?
8. Love
9. Love
10. Tsk
11. Flower
12. Yes
13. Baby
14. God, look how wet you are for me.
15. Flower