“Lie down in the middle of the bed.”
She did as he said with stiff movements.
“Now close your eyes.”
The sight of her lying there naked and prone caused his cock to pulse in his underwear. He took himself out, at the same time he said, “Picture me. Not him. Not any man you might have been with before. Just me.”
He lightly stroked his cock a couple of times, giving her a chance to get the picture fully in her mind. “Now imagine me touching your breasts. Put your hands over your tits and imagine they are mine.”
With awkward hesitation, she laid her hands on her chest and rubbed her own breasts.
“As you know from experience, I would do a better job than this. Squeeze them, flick your nipples.”
She did and to his delight, he watched her two black cherry-colored nubs become hard under her ministrations.
“Do this until it becomes uncomfortable for you in other places. Do this until you become wet, and then stick two fingers into yourself. These are my fingers and I want you fuck them.”
He guessed she must have already been wet, because no sooner were the words out his mouth, did she insert two fingers into her own slit.
“Now you may talk, but only to say my name. Say it now.”
“Alexei…” Her hips bucked on the bed. And his hand began stroking himself with a mind of its own. If there had ever been a sight hotter than the one of Eva masturbating on his bed, Alexei had yet to see it.
“Yes, fuck my fingers, let them make your sweet pussy come and say my name again.”
“Alexei…” She opened wider with two more fingers, sliding them in and out of her tunnel, while her hips jutted back and forth.
Pre-cum appeared on Alexei’s dick and was quickly used as lubricant by his now-frantically stroking hand. He only stopped long enough to climb up on the bed and kneel beside her curvaceous, writhing body.
“Use your other hand to rub your clit and come for me. Let me see you come, Eva, keep saying my name as you do.”
His words sent her over the edge. “Alexei! Alexei! Alexei!” Her back arched, and all self-stroking stopped as she came with one last long, helpless cry of his name. “Alexei!”
“Open your eyes,” he said as soon as he was done.
She opened her eyes, which were still glazed over with the orgasm she’d just had, and without him having to make the command, she knocked his hand away and replaced it with her own before taking him into her mouth inch by inch, until her pretty lips met her hand at the base of his dick.
He used one hand to hold her head steady as it bobbed up and down on his cock and the other to lift the fingers that had just been inside of her to his lips. He loved the way she tasted, always had, and he greedily sucked her essence from her fingers until he released into her mouth.
She swallowed every last drop, creating extra suction on the bulb of his dick as she did so, and he found himself calling out her name as he finished coming in her mouth.
When she was done, he drew her up to her knees and kissed her again, needing to taste himself on her lips, to be reminded of who she was here with, whose name she had called out over and over again as she masturbated herself to orgasm.
They fell onto the bed kissing, her legs tangling with his, her hard nipples stroking his chest through the Egyptian cotton of his shirt. They kissed so long, that Alexei’s anger began to recede. They kissed so long, that he forgot why they’d gotten into this argument in the first place. They kissed so long, that time began to rewind. They were Alexei and Eva again, making out for hours on his mattress on a hot summer’s day, neither of them wanting to be the first to break the embrace.
He came to his senses before she did, dragging his lips away and saying, “I have an idea.”
She looked up at him but said nothing. He then remembered he had instructed her not to speak. “You may speak freely again.”
“You have an idea?” she asked, her voice husky with sex and amusement.
“Let us not argue anymore,” he said. “No matter what. Let us both decide right now to not, how do you say, push the other’s buttons.”
She smiled. “I can try.”
“If we both try, we can accomplish this.”
She laughed and nuzzled his chest. “Oh, I love when you do the authoritative Russian thing. Okay, I’m on board to try not arguing with you. Though, be warned: half the time I don’t know I’m pushing your buttons.”
“I will let you know, and you will let me know. And if one of us lets the other know, the one pushing the buttons will stop.”
She nodded. “Okay, that sounds fair.”
She then laid her head down on his chest and they held each other in companionable silence. He stroked her hair, loving the feel of it against his chin and the smell of the coconut oil and aloe vera gel she used to keep her thick curls so defined.
“I have an idea, too,” she said.
Then she fell quiet.
“Yes, what is it?” he prodded.
“Why don’t we pretend it didn’t happen?”
It took him a few seconds to figure out what she meant. “Pretend the break-up did not happen?”
“The break-up, the last eight years, the Drummond Oil purchase. Let’s pretend it didn’t happen. I won’t sneak off in the middle of lunch to make calls. You won’t keep reminding me how bad I messed up when I left you. We’ll be like every other couple in this hotel, on vacation like normal people, one of whom happens to be following every sexual command of the other.”
He thought about this idea, and though one petty part of him knew pretending she didn’t have a boyfriend or any reason to feel guilty about the way she left him would make all of this much easier on her, he also realized it would make things easier for him as well. He liked the idea of being the people who had just spent the last thirty minutes kissing as opposed the ones who had spent the hour before that arguing.
“Yes, I like your idea. Let us do this. From now on we are Alexei and Eva, a normal couple on a normal vacation with much sex involved.”
She smiled against his chest. “Can I call you Lexie?”
“I never liked that name. You are pushing a button.”
“Okay, okay. But Lex feels so villainy.”
“You used to call me baby, too,” he said, keeping his voice light. “I will not mind if you use this term of endearment.”
She thought about it and said, “Okay, baby, can we go eat? Nothing fancy though. Let me tell you, I could murder a cheeseburger right now.”