THE RIGHT CONNECTION
The apartment overlooking the Thames is their hideaway, a love nest that Lucas bought and where they meet whenever the claims of his work allow that. She sometimes travels with him on his business trips, and they stay over for a day longer in a ritzy hotel, in a famed European city, and can pretend that they have a life together.
She's accepted the situation for there's little or nothing back home and with no visible end to the war that has shattered the city that she fled from. The work comes and goes depending on what Lucas is doing, when he can get away from his obligations in a failed marriage, and where a prenup will savage so much of what he has worked for. There are no kids, so that's something.
She would like it to be so different and to regain some order in her life instead of feeling that she's always going to be a fugitive and never put down any roots. To say anything about it is to anger Lucas and, perhaps, threaten all that she has discovered with him.
It's crazy, she knows that, but she's living her life on his terms and as his mistress. Loving the guy has made her do crazy things that she would never have contemplated, let alone agreed to, back home.
But where is
home
if not here?
♥
Excited, Kateryna holds the door handle in her neatly manicured hand as she looks through the viewfinder and sees Lucas stroll along the corridor after stepping out of the lift. She feels a longing for the man she gazes at.
Ragingly successful, the highlife has not left its mark on Lucas's body. He's charming and vivacious; he has a wonderful smile and laugh that crease his stubbled face when he's let go and not shaved for a few days, and when he's not pinned down by meetings and must work from his office that is not far from their love nest in Docklands.
He pretends to knock, smiling as he does so and knowing that she is watching him through the spy hole.
"Hey! I'm home!" He stands before her, and she feels a thrill of longing for her man course through her body. He's deeply tanned after a week in the Middle East, in the Gulf, and has somehow found the time to relax out in the sun. She'd spoken to him and seen the pictures on the iPhone link between them, but she had not seen him look quite as good as he does now.
"Come in! I've been waiting so long for you!" She meets his hungering stare before a hand grips her chin and he leans in to kiss her, his mouth crashing onto her lips and he hungrily pushes his tongue deep into her mouth.
Lucas kicks shut the door behind them, and she pushes his suit jacket off him before throwing it onto a chair. He reclaims her.
She shares in these moments of lustful greeting, her heart pounding and her body aching to find the release from agonising days of missing him and enforced celibacy. She has always chosen not to think of any other woman claiming him whenever he is away for any length of time.
He pushes her against the wall and his right hand pulls up the hem of her skimpy dress. His breaths on her face become stronger and are a sign of his hunger to have her.
"Jeez, how I've missed you, Katy!"
She feels his erection press against her belly, his trousers a flimsy barrier to what he will soon reveal to her sight. His fingers are pushed through her hair and are locked behind her head before he kisses her again, then moving quickly down to her waist, under her dress that's gathered around her slender waist, then press against the front of her panties. She's coaxed to part her legs to make it easier for him to claim her.
The touches began slowly but now they are a sign of just how hungry he is to have her. He thrives on lust.
"I want and need you so badly. Tell me you feel the same way."
She can only nod to show him what she feels.
To answer him she parts her legs some more so that he has free access to her thong and the moist lips of her pussy. They drift under that thin triangle of cloth and offer teasing caresses to her vagina, her mound shaved smooth and his hand warm in its caresses over her skin.
She relaxes and shudders. Her English lover is finally home in all the ways that matter to her. He makes her turn and lean against the wall, her hands at shoulder height. Lucas sinks to his knees and, pushing her dress still further up her body, he grips her thong and tugs it down her quivering thighs. She's felt his breaths on her buttocks, the press of his lips to them before his tongue flickers over puckered skin.
His tongue darts and licks over her cheeks, then between them, the tug of his hands coaxing her to step back, enough, so that he can find her pussy also. She loves to feel his tongue there. She has given up being ashamed of what she loves doing with and for him. She'll agree to all that he wants to do with her. She always does.
"I'm going to take you so hard...to fuck you so deep," he says, "harder than I've ever done before. I want you to take me and not move, to let me be in you and not to move until I say so. Do you understand, lovely Katy?"
"Yes!" she gasps as his fingers are worked into her, "but don't hurt me"!
She feels on fire, her cunt feels so wet, and she now longs for only one thing. Lust seems to have woven a weave around her, and she wants Lucas to fill her, to slam into her, and to move in wild and tempestuous ways that only he can.
She wants him to show no restraint, to hold nothing back, and that he fucks her until she can't take it anymore and feels raw from the slip and slide of his prick in and out of her, from the deepest probing of her cunt. It's what she has waited for through the days and nights that he has been away.
His lust for her and the urgency she is possessed by threaten to overwhelm her. She feels the urgency as Lucas pushes her towards their bedroom almost tearing her dress off her slender body and his hands claim her perky breasts.
"Remember what I just told you."
