radicalducati 22 Decisions Made
22 Decisions Made
The quiet tension mixed with passion does not subside all day. It feels like torture to me. Because every time he looks at me… my fingers involuntarily cramp with the desire to touch him, to run them over his toned torso, across his broad shoulders. I want to savor these sensations slowly, relishing every moment…
" Milana, " I catch myself and try to hurriedly dismiss the dreamy trance. I look around for Andriy.
His turquoise eyes smile with a tint of understanding and confidence. I instantly bristle. He has unmistakably grasped my thoughts.
" Yes? You were saying something? " I say hoarsely.
The devil glances slyly, smiles, and steps closer. He leans in, then his warm breath touches my ear:
" My dear, bear a little longer… and it will be." After this, his rough tongue touches the lobe of my ear, tracing a moist path, and my pulse doubles " from both the touches and the promise.
" Confident, " I cough and whisper with a husky voice.
" I know, " he traces his nose along my jaw and kisses the corner of my lips.
Then he pulls back and commands in a businesslike tone:
" Call Yanushek from the legal department. I need to talk to him.
" Of course, " I reply pointedly. I am so aroused that hiding it from his gaze is futile. And I don't care. I lift my head up boldly.
And he, satisfied like a cat who just slurped a bowl of cream, turns around and walks to his office. I clench my thighs tighter, trying to control the turbulent emotions that his promises have further set in play. I force myself to shift back into work mode. Again! I followed his instructions and called the legal department.
After a while, Yanushek himself appears and enters Andriy’s office. They sit there for nearly an hour, " the last one before work ends, and I barely notice the minutes passing.
I admit, " I hope to escape home alone. Perhaps to catch my breath and normalize my emotions after today. But darn it. Five minutes before closure, the boss's office door opens, and the men exit. Handshakes exchanged, the lawyer casting a final "all the best" head to the exit.
Andriy then leans against the doorframe and looks straight at me. In his gaze, an unmistakable blaze of passion. Rather, a firestorm. Then he glances at the watch on his wrist, the same one I recognized at that private party, and catches my flustered look.
" I'm done, so we can go.
I rise from my chair and step out from behind the desk. He grunts:
" Your whole demeanor shows that the decision is yours and you could change your mind right now. Am I right? " he raises an eyebrow. Teasing, the rascal.
" But that's true, isn’t it? " I don’t even understand why I insist on my own when I want him desperately. But stubbornness prevails, and so I provoke, foolishly.
" Yes, " he draws out and steps closely.
Broad palms land on my waist. Slowly, soothingly, they move up, reaching my ample bust. Barely squeezing the breasts, then large thumbs glide along the edges of my neckline, teasing the skin with touches and disturbing my senses with these sweet caresses.
After, his masculine fingers tug at the edges of the same neckline, exposing the plump, firm half-spheres. In a moment, warm breath touches the sharp nipple and sensitive lips cover it, sucking it into his mouth, while the other nipple finds itself between the rough pads of his fingers. Andriy tweaks and pulls on it, rolling it between his fingers. And I am still. I stand with my lip bitten from the overwhelming sensations. I can't move an inch. Then a deep moan escapes my chest. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear:
" But do you really want to? To leave and give this up? " he pulls away from my breasts and skillfully adjusts the fabric of the neckline, covering my breasts and aching nipples that are craving more caresses.
I'm irritated by my own weakness, inability to renounce. I want him too much. Still, quiet jealousy scratches with sharp claws deep inside: “How many women has he driven to such madness, knowing exactly how and where to press to make them burn and wait for touches, turning them into a compliant doll?”
Yet, I don't have time to finish the thought, because his passionate lips touch mine with such tenderness that I melt like snow under a scorching sun. After the kiss, all doubts are swept away.. If I'll regret it," certainly not now, not today. Because I want him madly. And I'll take everything he offers. And later… I better not think about that "later."
Suddenly, I realized another truth: " Andriy Poliansky is like a closed book to me. I know shamefully little about him. Just some scrapes, crumbs of information. And I want to know more: what he likes, where he wants to go, not even mentioning bodily pleasures, because that's one of the first things I would like to learn.
I just nervously swallow at the thought, barely holding in a hysterical laugh. Instead, I grab my purse and catch his blue gaze:
" No, I don’t want to, " I firmly and confidently assert, and as if magnetically drawn, I watch how Andriy, with a hungry look in his eyes, bites his lip, pleased with my response. It seems so enticing that I hardly restrain a wild urge to run my tongue over those sweet, sensual lips.
" Great, " he smiles and adds, " I ordered delivery. Of your choice. I hope you don’t mind?
I just stare at him in astonishment and pause for a moment.
" I decided that a whole day of waiting was too much, to then drive to some restaurant for dinner, " he explains seriously without a hint of a smile, and hoarsely adds: " I want you madly.
Enthralled, I look into his dark gaze. No doubts remain that he speaks the pure truth, which spreads like honey through my chest. I almost purr from this confession. So what’s with "against"? I'm not even thinking about dinner right now, because I'm ready to eagerly indulge in him instead.
And it seems I am not alone in this, for his gaze is very much in agreement with mine.
" Wait for me downstairs, okay, " he breaks our frenzied visual contact and hoarsely says, " I'll come down to you shortly. Otherwise, it will be all too obvious.
Involuntarily, I lower my eyes and understand what he implies. I blush. Raising my gaze, I nod.
I go downstairs. Step out onto the street. I notice Poliansky's car and head towards it. After a few minutes, I hear the safety lock click. Silently, I open the passenger door and sit down next to the driver's seat.