Underneath It All (10 page)

He slumped over me. I hugged him with more strength and less lust and kissed the top of his head. He answered with consecutive pecks on my neck and a nice caress on my cheek.

He rolled to the side to free me from his weight and threw the used condom in a bin beside his bed.

“That was amazing,” I muttered, panting hard.

“You’re a virgin,” he teased.

“I’m not a virgin…anymore.” I kissed him and he answered my call quickly.

Soon, my eyes started to get heavy. I tried to fight the sleepiness for a moment, but Reeve’s skin was so warm, and his manly scent, so good. He hugged me tight and kissed the top of my head.

“Good night, Agata.”

That was when my eyes completely closed, and that’s where I spent the night, with Reeve. In his arms.

Chapter XII

Blissful Haze

I opened my eyes to an empty bed. I reached my hands over to where he had slept beside me all night. He couldn’t just leave without saying a word.
Why wouldn’t he wake me up?
As I was finishing that thought, a wonderful smell hit me
. Is that bacon? And coffee? Is he cooking for me?

I wrapped the blanket around my naked body and made my way to the bathroom. Luckily, I found a spare toothbrush in the cabinet and quickly brushed my teeth.

After fixing myself, I walked into the kitchen and found Reeve wearing nothing but a full body apron and a pair of sweatpants hanging loose around his waist, standing next to the stove cooking our breakfast.

Am l dreaming or what?

I quietly tip-toed behind him, being very careful not to make a single noise. I slowly wrapped my arms around him and rested my cheek on his back.

“Morning,” I greeted. He tensed but instantly relaxed when he realized it was me. He placed down whatever cooking utensil he was using, removed his apron, and turned around in my arms. Instantly our noses met. He lowered his arms to rest right above my ass and pulled me closer to him.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Good morning.” He softly kissed me on the cheek and rested his forehead against mine.

I smiled and reached out to caress his face. I couldn’t stop smiling at this beautiful man standing in front of me. I drew one finger alongside his jaw line making my way up to his forehead. I moved some hair out of the way so I could see his face. He smiled at this action and without opening his eyes, he used one of his hands to grab mine and brought it to his lips, where he laid a soft kiss upon it.

Whatever force that had brought us together was a force I couldn’t thank enough. With him, I felt more alive. He was all that I needed and all that I wanted.

“What do you want for breakfast? I prepared bacon, toasts, pancakes, omelets. Would you like to drink some coffee, milk, tea, juice, wat—”

“Shh,” I placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. All thoughts of breakfast immediately deserted me. A breath hissed through my teeth. My brain replayed the entire glorious event last night. Just thinking about it sent thrills through me. Blood and warmth rushed through my body, settling between my legs. “I want you for breakfast.”

He picked me up, swung me around, and sat me down on the kitchen counter. “I love the idea of morning sex, but I have to go to the university. I have tons of papers I need to sign. I have to finish them all today for our trip, remember?”

I let out a frustrated groan.

“Sorry,” he chuckled and reached up to kiss me. “We’ll have a lot of morning sex, afternoon, night, midnight, dawn, whatever time of the day it is on our trip to the Maldives.”

“Maldives?” My eyes went wide when Reeve nodded. I gasped as I threw my arms around his neck.

“So, what do you want to eat?”

“You.” I whispered teasingly into his ear and started kissing his neck.

“So eager. We can do that later,” he said and kissed me on my lips. He turned around—leaving me wanting more, wanting him.

“So breakfast?”

“I want coffee, bacon, and an omelet, please.”

Reeve scooped me up from the kitchen counter and sat me down on a chair. We sat across from each other and ate.

“So how do virgins feel the day after, huh?” Reeve teased. I shoved an omelet in my mouth before I could laugh at the expression on his face.

“A little bit sore but in a good way. I don’t know whether it is from pain or pleasure,” I admitted.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said and smiled sweetly at me. “How’s your mom, Agata?”

“She’s doing great now. Dad has been taking care of her all his life. She is his life. One couldn’t practically exist without the other.”

“You speak so fondly about them, I’m sure they are wonderful people.” He smiled weakly at me and buried his face in his plate. I wondered what was wrong but I kept my mouth shut.

“Oh I remembered something. Thanks for paying her bills and I think I already paid my debt,” I said while my foot slid against his leg to cheer him up. He straightened immediately, surprised. He shifted his hips a bit, trying to move where my foot couldn’t reach, but I simply scooted my chair closer to his side of the table. He really was enjoying the tease.

He quickly pulled his water glass to his mouth and drank, closing his eyes and letting the rim linger on his lips for much longer than was necessary. Damn, he was more of a tease than me.

“So what are your plans?”

“First, I have to fulfill my duties at the university. I will go on half day, video call with my mom, pick you up at your dorm then off we go.”

“How was the visit with your mom? Is she sick?”

His expression changed. Immediately his eyes became distant. “She’s not sick but she requires constant visiting.” He sat up straight, cut a piece of pancake, and shoved it into his mouth.

“Why?” Silently I scolded myself for being so nosey.

“Soon, you’ll know.” He just gave me a small smile and continued digging into his food.

Don’t ruin the moment, Agata.
The little voice at the back of my mind reprimanded me.

“Okay.” I nodded with a smile. I dropped the subject and continued eating my breakfast.

“I feel like I need to Google you to know exactly who is sitting right in front of me.” I humored, but he didn’t laugh.

“I’m just Reeve. That’s all you need to know, Agata.” He half smiled at me, and I scolded myself again for not thinking things through.

We finished our breakfast and then took a nice, hot shower.

When I say hot, I wasn’t just pertaining to hot water poured around us in a steam filled shower.

He lifted me up and carried me back to his room.

Reeve stripped off his sweatpants and stepped into the bathroom. I took my time gazing at his rock hard length that was standing tall and at attention for me. Carnal desires filled my mind. My pulse raced pumping blood through every vein in my body. Licking his lips, he exhibited an evil glint in his blue eyes.

He turned the shower on and poured some expensive looking bath oil into the water. It foamed as the bath filled and smelled of sandalwood and jasmine, perfect to evoke a sensual mood.

He invited me to step into the bathroom and I dropped the blanket that was covering my naked body to the floor. When I looked up at Reeve, want was filling his eyes. I gasped wildly for air, attempting to keep a steady look in my eyes as his stare burned into my soul. Oh, those eyes; all rage and desire swimming in pools of electric blue.

I stepped into the marbled tile and walked over to the tub. Reeve’s arms curled around me, my back to his front and he buried his nose in my wet hair. His hands started drifting over my slippery curves.

“I want to bathe you.” Reeve nuzzled my neck. Uncorking the shampoo bottle, Reeve poured the contents into my hair and soothed the strands, allowing my mane to have a good washing. He put his body wash on a cloth and began to scrub me. My breath sighed, submitting to the tingling thrill of his touch as his fingers worked their way through my body, avoiding all the spots I was desperate for him to touch.

He set aside the damp cloth and let the warm water cascade over us, heating up my skin even more, filling the room with steam and a heated dampness that was becoming too much for me to handle.

“I want to feel you, Agata,” he whispered in my ear. Right at that moment, I felt his hand glide over my entrance. The sensation of this action caused me to gasp. I could feel his erection pressing into my lower back.

His strong fingers entered and withdrew into my cleft. His fingers were teasing my opening, stretching my folds apart as each digit worked smoothly on my entrance, making my breath rugged and responsive.

Suddenly Reeve stopped. I then felt my core throbbing with an agonizing need that required attention. I turned around and placed my hands on Reeve’s chest.

“I want to taste you, Agata.” My body convulsed at his words. He lifted me by my hips and placed me on the ledge at the far end of the tub. His hands slid over to my shoulders and to my arms. He lifted my knees and gently pushed them as far apart as they’d go.

He bent down on his knees and buried his face in the insides of my thighs. I felt his warm tongue lick up my center. I couldn’t control the whimpers and soft moans falling from my lips. My lashes were fluttering, finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.

Shutting my eyes, I gave in to the wonderful technique Reeve had developed. The sensations were too much as I looked down to view him working my wet core with his lips and tongue.

“Reeve, please!” My hands grabbed at his hair, pulling him closer.

For a woman inexperienced in the ways of men, I learned to adapt quickly. My left hand pressed against the wall while the other clasped my breast. I massaged and pinched over and over again, and reflexively arched my back up. Reeve backed up a little to look at me straight in the eyes with his predatory grin while holding my legs in place.

I pressed his head back down between my thighs. His tender sucks became monstrous licks.

“Yes, that’s it.” I moaned.

Breathing heavily against the cold tile, I shifted my head to see Reeve’s blue eyes watching me, glazed with lust and animalistic ferocity.

I screamed out his name and came apart. Reeve crushed my mouth to muffle my cries as my legs shook violently from the enormous waves of pleasure that flowed through my body.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I panted.

“I’m out of condoms.” He smiled lifting my chin to his face and kissed me. “Not this time.” His lips touched my mouth, teasing me with his tongue while his expert fingers found my swollen clit, circling the nub with his two fingers, rubbing it quickly till I was nearly driven to the brink of insanity.

Raking my nails across his drenched back, I felt another orgasm coming closer. I knew he was very close. He was ready to come too and I would make sure he did.

“Damn, Agata.” I watched him, head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth open in sheer ecstasy.

I fisted my hands and wrapped them around Reeve’s throbbing shaft, stroking it up and down. Loud groans erupted from him until he finally let go. My toes curled as I continued to do quick sharp gasps of air until I cried in so much pleasure.

I was done and then we were both sated. We immersed ourselves into the bathtub enjoying the blissful after sex haze.

***

Reeve dropped me off at my dorm but I didn’t allow him to take me up to my room.

“Thank you for the wonderful night, sumptuous breakfast, and euphoric hot shower.”

“No, thank you.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. All I could hear that moment was the sound of my heart beating so fast. All I could smell was the cologne he used and the feel of his perfectly built body against mine. I was so lost in that moment. All I wanted to do that time was to hug and kiss him but I controlled myself.

“Reeve, the students might see us.”

He chuckled. “Fine, Ms. Secretary,” he said and let go of the hug.

“I’ll go up to my room now, Dean. I’ll see you again later. And oh, I will go home to see my parents and get some clothes.”

“I’ll pick you up from your parent’s house then.”

I suddenly panicked, “No…no…no…It’s okay; I’ll just call you and inform you where we are we going to meet, okay?”

I’m not ready for my parents to see me bringing home a guy; a guy who stole my virginity.

“Can’t I meet your parents? Come on, I met your dad already.”

“You will meet him again…on Thanksgiving.”

“I can’t wait.” He engulfed me into a hug, quickly kissed my lips, and slid himself to his car.

The wide smile that was on my face slowly faded as I opened the door and welcomed by a questioning look on Tatiana’s face.

“Reeve invited me over for the evening and I spent the night with him,” I offhandedly told her.

“Do I look like I’m waiting for you to explain?” Tats said and pointed at her poker face.

“Look, Tats, I’m sorry,” I mumbled quietly.

“Gats, you have nothing to be sorry for and there’s nothing to explain. You’re a big girl. I sure hope you know what you’re doing.”

Tats went over to her bed and arranged some of her clothes in her suitcase.

“Where’s Raven and Apple?”

“On a road trip with their respective boyfriends.”

“Want to talk about what’s going on between you and your bag?”

“Gats, we were given a week’s suspension and then it’s Thanksgiving. You don’t think I’ll stay here, do you?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll go visit my parents. Wanna come with me?”