Absence and Pleasure

　　Irena's POV

　　I signed, absorbing the quiet of the night. I can't believe that we ended up fighting. But then I would rather have that happen than deal with something worse instead. I don't know what I'll do if Alexey suddenly gets in trouble or danger because of me.

　　I no longer felt sleepy, so I got to the bar and took a bottle of wine, getting back to my room, I popped open the wine bottle and turned on the music.

　　Tomorrow is going to be a stressful day, but I'll deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.

　　I needed to free my mind off these troubling thoughts. I needed to free my mind from thoughts of enemies trying to mess with me.

　　I needed to free my mind off a certain man that I've probably hurt and might never see again. Even sadder that it's not by choice, it's for his good.

　　I danced to the song that played lowly off the speakers. Lana Del Rey, puts me in my element.

　　I mouthed the lyrics of the song as they flowed off the speakers. "Happiness is a butterfly, we should catch it while dancing, I lose myself in the music baby," I am a pretty good singer and even better in my element.

　　"Every day is a lullaby, try to catch it like lightning, I sing it into the music, I'm crazy," I loved Lana Del Ray and the lyrics of the song were very relatable, almost like it was handpicked by someone.

　　And I just kept on dancing slowly, drinking wine and thinking of everything except my troubles. I'll pretend they don't exist and let the stupor drive me, make me feel free.

　　"Fuck it I love you, fuck it I love you, Fuck it I love you, I really do," I sang along to the song that played next in whispers. And I let my thoughts stray to Alexey.

　　Do I love him?

　　Oh fuck, I went ahead and fell in love with him. Oh well, I wouldn't be bothered about it for long, I shouldn't be seeing him anymore.

　　The thought of it made my heartache, but I drank more wine, drowning the sadness I felt with more alcohol.

　　I thought about how I had hurt him and even though I was excited to be on the call with him, excited to talk to him, I had somehow managed to get him to leave, I managed to cause a fight, I managed to make him sad. It provides more reasons why he should stay away from me. I bring troubles and complications.

　　Why am I bothered now though?

　　I didn't care when we were on the call. Okay, I did. I obviously did, but oh well.

　　I drank more wine and thought more of him.

　　I remember the time I spent at his country house, enjoying myself and hoping to spend more intimate time with him after telling myself that it would be just one date.

　　I walked next to my large window and looked at the sky. The moon was still out, still full and shining beautifully.

　　'The moon is beautiful,' I had said.

　　'not as beautiful as you are,' he replied.

　　That one thought led to a trail of others.

　　I remember how confused I had felt after he said that, and how beautiful it actually made me feel coming from him.

　　Maybe I do love him, this shit is fucking crazy.

　　We kissed under the tree, his lips were so soft and full and skilled, capturing my lips and creating such a beautiful lustful sync that made me feel butterflies in my stomach. Fuck, he was a great kisser and could get me wet and throbbing from just the movement of his lips on mine and from how he tastes. Like mint, like cool refreshing mint. And the way he smells, his cologne, and the crazy things they made me feel. The way his scent made me feel high and relaxed me at the same time.

　　God, everything he did had crazy effects on me.

　　His voice, the way it comes out husky and deep, sexiness and manliness, and how hornier it gets me when he whispered the dirtiest words while we had sex. That man had to do just little and I was all his, begging him for more and having orgasms and still wanting more. Fucking addictive, he was like a fucking drug, made me feel good but never enough, I always end up wanting more.

　　How do I stay away from him when he makes me feel so good, from the way he talks to me, treats me, and fucks me.

　　Is it the alcohol or my cunt is already wet?

　　I placed a finger on my pussy and immediately felt the wetness. It was trailing down my thighs.

　　I chuckled to myself, yeah I was horny for that man again.

　　I could feel him inside me, most of his length buried deep inside my pussy, filling me and rubbing against the walls of my vagina. Fuck, he's so big and I was ever ready to take him, I was ready to suck in every length of that fat cock and let it give me pleasure.

　　I felt him move, going in and out, thrusting slowly and whispering in my ears about how tight my pussy felt, how it gripped his dick and sucked it in like a black hole of immense pleasure. I could hear his moans as he clenched his jaws and began to increase the speed of his thrusts, moaning about how crazy I made him feel and how good my pussy was.

　　I could feel him squeeze my breasts, lowering his head and sucking on my nipples hungrily. Holding them between his teeth and pulling lightly, flickering his tongue against them slowly but steadily, just the way I liked it. I felt my pussy throb around his dick, gripping it and welcoming him in even more.

　　And from the way he moved, the way he caressed me, from the way he groped me, from the way he covered my lips in the most captivating and domineering kisses, from the way he whispered those slutty words that gets me so turned on and the way he fucked me, the way Alexey fucked me, I could feel myself losing control with every thrust and every hit and every time that fat dick hit my fucking g-spot, sending me spiraling in bursts of uncontrolled, raw pleasure and bone-chilling orgasms.

　　He pulled out and went down, between my spread thighs and I could feel his tongue on my dripping cunt.

　　Goddamnit, I knew what was coming, but I was never ready for how good it was going to feel. His long tongue skillfully graced my throbbing clit, while his long fingers parted my fat pussy lips, giving him more access to my nub. His tongue flicked on it again and my breath hitched. He began to lap on my juices, staring right into my eyes as he made the nastiest movements on my cunt. I watched everything, horny as fuck and a moaning mess. I watched his long pink tongue swirl repeatedly in several nasty patterns and waved, driving me crazy and making me want to hold his head against my cunt and push his head even closer.

　　Heck, I wanted him to tongue fuck me with his long tongue. Let me fucking feel his tongue go in and out of my clenching pussy. And I did just that. I gripped his hair, the soft brown scented locks making me sigh and run my hands through them some more, before pushing his head further against my pussy and he growled; the vibration in his mouth ran straight into my pussy and I fucking whimpered, a contrast to the deep loud moans that had been escaping my mouth.

　　His tongue slipped into my pussy as if he had read my mind and he began to tongue fuck me, thrusting his tongue in my pussy and it was the craziest feeling, crazier than I had thought it would be.

　　Oh god, I felt my orgasm build up, yes that's what I fucking need, I was going to cum so hard, I could feel it.

　　'oh baby, keep going, don't stop, I'm going to fucking cum, you going to make me fucking cum,'

　　He groaned and his tongue fucked me faster. Shaking his head one time and bobbing it another. His tongue was back on my clit, sucking on it and flicking it rapidly and my toes curled at how fucking amazing it felt and how close I was to cuming.

　　'Please don't fucking stop,' I cried. 'Fuck, keep eating my pussy like that Alexey-oh fuck I'm fucking cuming, I'm cuming baby,'

　　I came with a faint cry as my legs stiffened and my back arched. I felt goosebumps down my body and every hair on my body was erect. My eyes rolled back in my head and still, I kept begging him to not stop, I wanted him to keep eating my pussy until my ride of ecstasy was over.

　　I panted, out of breath from how good my orgasm had felt. I looked at my finger and it was covered in my pussy juice.

　　"I have to wash off and take a quick shower," I whispered, getting up and walking into the shower.

　　Heck, I've taken so many showers in just one day.

　　Just as I was done taking my bath, I heard my phone ring again and I walked out of the bathroom, drying myself as I did.

　　Why was he calling again? I found it funny that he called again after I had masturbated to him. It would be my internal joke. I wonder why he was calling though, maybe I could apologize to him and try to think of a better lie supporting why I had declined his offer for another date.

　　I picked up my phone and the caller's ID was not displaying Alexey's name. It was an unknown number and I looked around cautiously before answering it.

　　"Who are you and what do you want?"