Miles for Love Series Box Set, page 39
He smiles, and it’s as sexy as hell. “Let us find out.”
After he opens the front door, I step on white tile that spans through a small foyer. On the left is the living room, complete with a large sofa, a two-seater loveseat and an armchair. There is a brick fireplace on the longest wall, and a plank table running lengthwise on the back wall. The carpeting in the living room is lush and an off-white color. To the right of the foyer is a large dining room and another, smaller seating area. As we take our shoes off, Aleks says. “Come. I will give you a tour.” He pauses. “So, which bachelor type am I?’
“Clean. Definitely clean. But I haven’t seen your bathroom yet. That usually tells the tale.” I tease.
Beyond the living room and dining area is a small powder room, and opposite that is a large, galley-style kitchen. There is a small office next to the powder room, and opposite the front door, at the back of the house, is a set of double French doors leading to the backyard. The stairs leading to the second floor are in between the powder room and the office. The basement door is beside the garage door, on the wall beside the front door. “Which do you want to see first?” Aleks asks politely. “Upstairs or downstairs?”
“Well, I have it on good authority that you have some pretty good equipment in the basement.” I grin. “Let’s start there.”
He opens the door leading to the basement. “After you.” He motions to me to go downstairs after he hits the light switch.
Climbing the basement stairs, I notice that they are metal, not cement or wood, and they wind like a corkscrew. It feels like we’re going down a lot of them. They are also very wide. We could almost fit down them together. “These are kinda neat.”
Aleks lifts a brow. “Just wait and see.”
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I stop, while Aleks hits another light switch. The basement comes to life, and my eyes widen. “God, Aleks, this is amazing.”
The basement is like a full-sized gym on one side. Floor to ceiling it must span at least twenty feet. There is a full workout ensemble complete with bench press and all the fixings, probably more so than what the gym where Aleks works has. Weights, a recumbent bike, and a bunch of other equipment that I couldn’t name if I tried. However, the other side, is the coolest. Aleks has a set of gymnastic bars, loops hanging from the ceiling, and two poles affixed from floor to ceiling, but one has a black base and appears to be moveable. There is a water cooler by the stairs and there are two doors at the back of the stairs. I’m guessing that one is for storage and the other is a washroom.
There is a shelving unit behind the gym portion, literally jammed with various trophies. Pictures and certificates flank either side of the shelves, ranging in size. “Wow.” I whisper, taking it all in. “Your mother wasn’t kidding.”
“I had this house built special so that I could install all this equipment and have large enough facilities to do all my training. Mama and papa helped with the cost, of course, but I have paid them back a long time ago.”
“This is very impressive, Aleks.” I say, walking over to the picture wall. “You have been at this all your life.”
“I have.” He agrees.
I walk over to the pole and run my hand down it. “Why is this one different?”
“This one I use outside. It is portable.” He says, pointing to the one with a base. “I also use it for routines where I have to practice for two, but it depends on the competition if I am confined to one or if the judges will be looking for use on two.” A pause. “That is why I keep it in here. It loosens at the top.” He points to the ceiling, where there is a permanent key. “And fits inside itself so it can be shortened enough to move safely.”
“This…is very cool.” I look at him, and his eyes twinkle. “Do you want to show me something on the pole?”
“What would you like me to show you?” he asks, folding his arms over his chest casually. The little grin on his face is so goddamn sexy I could take him right here…but I won’t.
Then I remember that it’s like work to him. Plus, he would have to change his clothes, I think, so I change my mind. “Why don’t you show me the rest of the house first?”
“Okay.” He grins and motions for me to go ahead of him, up the stairs.
“How come these stairs are so…beautiful?” I ask as I climb them.
“I had these made special. When I do photography here, it is a nice backdrop. I will show you a picture and you will see.”
We walk up the stairs together, and he leads me to the second floor on the carpeted staircase. It winds slightly as we ascend. When we reach the top, there is a bank of rooms on either side, and all the doors are open. In the center of the hallway is oak flooring, gleaming so brightly like it was just polished. “This end is the master bedroom, and the other end is a small family room.” He explains. “Go where you wish.”
I head to the master bedroom, where the first thing I notice is the skylight in the center of the room. “Oh my gosh! I’ve never seen a skylight in a bedroom before!”
“I love natural light. This room is also great for photography.” He has a window with a deep well in it, and it almost looks like architectural art. “The skylight has a remote-control blind on it, so if it gets too sunny out, I can retract it.”
“That is so cool!” I practically squeal.
“I am glad you like it.” He grins. “Would you like to see some pictures?”
“Sure.”
He brings me over to the hallway wall, where there are several pictures of him in various competitions, but one he points out, makes my jaw drop. It’s him doing a handstand across the metal stairwell in the basement. His muscles glisten in the light. The jeans that he is wearing hug him in all the right places, even though he is upside-down. He looks like a sculpture he’s so beautiful. Beside that photo is one of him in white jeans, shirtless, doing scissor-splits sideways. His hair is in his face, lending him an almost John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever kind of look. He’s so sexy I can’t help but slide a finger down the photo. “God, you’re so beautiful, Aleks.”
When I look at him, his eyes are on me, as if he has zero interest in the picture, and I feel like he’s been looking at me the whole time. He says nothing, but he leans in and kisses my forehead. He speaks softly. “Would you like to see the rest of the house.” Then he pauses. “Oh, my manners. Would you like a drink?” he takes my hand. “Come. Let me show you the kitchen.”
This time, he goes ahead of me on the stairs. He has a few pictures hanging on the wall, and I pause to turn and examine one, when I step on part of the stair that winds inward. I lose my footing and fall, ass-first, down two steps. Aleks’s legs are what stop me. He turns abruptly and grabs me before I fall any further. His hands are locked at my waist, preventing me from moving. “Are you okay, malishka?” he asks, the concern is all over his face. He’s searching my face, as if looking for any signs of injury.
“I’m okay. A little embarrassed.” I admit, trying to pull my skirt down, since it is riding up.
Sliding his hand down the backs of my legs, Aleks respectfully helps me pull my skirt down, eying it carefully, as if making sure I don’t expose myself. His hands are so warm it makes my thighs dampen immediately. He keeps his hands wrapped around my legs, and slides up a little, so we’re face-to-face. “I will arrange to have the carpets taken off these steps. It is dangerous.”
“That’s not necessary, Aleks. I’m a born klutz. It’s not the stairs’ fault.”
“No, you do not understand.” He says. “It has happened to me more than once.”
“Then you’re a born klutz, too.” I giggle.
He chuckles with me. I can feel his chest vibrate against mine as he laughs.
“See? We’re both klutzes. We’re made for each other.” I say lightly, but then when I see his face straighten, I realize what I’ve just said.
Brushing the side of my face with his hand, Aleks’s glance moves from my eyes to my lips. “I know that you say you are only here for a short time, and you are right, that we should not take things further. But liybimaya, if I have to go a lifetime without knowing what it is like to kiss you, I would rather die now.” His eyes are so round with honesty, my heart swells.
My hand sweeps softly through his hair. “That ‘l’ word…what does it mean?”
A tiny smile appears. “It means ‘my love’, ‘my darling’.”
“And that other word, the ‘m’ one…what does that mean?”
“’Malishka’, you mean?”
I nod, combing through his hair on both sides of his face. He closes his eyes with the contact.
“It means ‘baby’.” He whispers. “There are not enough words in any language to describe my feelings for you, dorogaya.” He rubs his nose against mine. I can feel his warm breath on my face. He is being so careful to protectively hold me, so I don’t slip. “I will have to teach you some Russian.” He murmurs. “I do not know many of the sentiments in English.”
“I like it better when you say them in Russian.” I whisper, tracing my finger over his bottom lip. “What does that ‘d’ word mean that you just said?”
“’Darling’ or ‘dear’.” He kisses my finger, and his lips are so warm, I can’t stand it. Leaning in, my lips slowly meet his, and his mouth opens a little, taking in my lips. The contact is slow, full and warm. When we break, it makes a tiny smacking noise
“Call me another name.” I request softly.
“Krasotka.” He whispers, searching my eyes and lips, begging for more. “It means ‘gorgeous’, ‘beauty’.” He kisses me quickly. “Come, malishka. Let’s get you off the stairs.” He lifts carefully, making sure I have my feet planted on the step before moving. “Would you like a drink?”
We are standing on the steps. Both unsure of where to go; upstairs or downstairs. We both know that we want to go back upstairs and finish that kiss. “No.” I whisper.
He looks at me, and I know that he’s thinking exactly what I’m thinking. Wrestling within himself, he rakes a hand through his hair and takes my hand in his, drawing in a deep breath, as if mustering up the courage to take the leap. Guiding me to the top of the stairs, he speaks softly. “I should show you the rest of the upstairs then.”
Part of my heart sinks, part of me understands that he is trying to be so respectful. Both of us know that it’s a huge risk to take the next step. And neither one of us wants to hurt the other. But part of me is dying inside. I need to feel him close again. Although his kiss is wonderful, I need more…much, much more. “Aleks.” I whisper, slowly snaking my arms around his neck. He welcomes the touch by wrapping his arms around me, bringing me close to him, so we’re nose-to-nose.
“Yes, dorogaya.” His eyes are closed, and his forehead is pressed gently against mine.
“Please kiss me.” I say so softly that I’m not sure if it even came out. Evidently, Aleks hears me loud and clear. His eyes open, but they are hooded, as he tips his head slightly, opens his mouth, and envelops my lips with his. With good suction, when our lips part seconds later, there is a healthy smacking sound. Aleks’s eyes open slightly, and I meet him halfway, tipping my head. He takes the cue and does the same, but this time he opens his mouth wider, as do I, and his soft tongue meets mine.
The sensation is so extreme a soft moan comes out of my throat. My left hand combs through the hair at the back of his neck, while my right hand softly caresses the temple and that side of his head. I open my mouth wider, sliding my tongue in further, hungry for him, and he deepens his kiss, too. His hands skate up my back as he pulls me closer to him, and his head angles further, while he gently yet hungrily plunges his tongue further in.
His tongue is so hot and soft, it makes me instantly wet. His hard body pressed up against mine is just about my undoing. We’re a slow, deep, hot mess, making out in his upstairs hallway, when he breaks contact, bends down and picks my legs up, scooping me up into his arms. Carrying me into the bedroom, he lays me down on the bed, stands up and undoes the top two buttons on his shirt. Seconds later, he pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor. He is so freaking hot I can’t help but stare at him. The pictures on the wall don’t do him an inch of justice.
He is…perfect. From his perfectly sculpted shoulders, tight, juicy pecks, to his six pack abs, he is so goddamn beautiful I feel like he’s been chiseled by an artist. I can’t believe what I’m looking at. As he parts his legs, leaning over me on his knees, my hands immediately go to his shoulders and skate down his chest and abs. He is a sight to behold. And I be holding him all night if I can help it. As I touch him all over, he leans over me, and his lips find mine. His kisses are deep but needy, as our tongues gently dance together, while our lips rhythmically slide over and over again in an endless, erotic motion.
His hand, palm down, drags from between my breasts, all the way down to the hem of my shirt. Then he slips his hand under the chemise and connects with my skin. Trailing his large, warm, soft hand up the side of my body, I’m mentally begging him to take my shirt off. I’m desperate to feel his skin against mine. “Take it off.” I whisper to him when our lips finally part.
He leans up and takes my hands in his, lifting me, so we’re face-to-face. Making slow work of inching his fingers nimbly through the buttons of my blouse, his eyes move from my eyes to my shirt as he makes his way down to the last button. Peeling my blouse off, Aleks’s lips find my neck as he kisses from my ear to my shoulder, and then to the skin above the top of my chemise. His kisses are so hot and inviting, it makes me want more.
Reaching down to the bottom of my chemise, I pull it over my head, so I’m sitting there in just my bra and skirt. I can see the outline of his erection through his dress pants, all the way up to his waistband. The thought of how endowed he is drives me crazy. My lips go to his neck, where I suck his skin from ear to shoulder, and nip his earlobe. His mouth opens slightly, and his breathing comes out in a short, soft gasp as I do this. The sound is so goddamn erotic I feel my folds quiver.
Feeling brave, I undo the top button of his pants, and slide his zipper down, feeling the bulge behind it create resistance. He pulls back off the bed and lets his pants drop slightly, looking at me with such a smouldering expression that I stand up in front of him. Placing my hands at his sculpted hips, I drag his pants down to his knees, where they puddle onto the floor. Stepping out of them, he bends down and removes his socks, and kicks his clothes to the side.
Tracing his fingertips down my body, he stops at the waistband of my skirt, lifts the material over the button, and pulls the tab on the zipper down. His eyes scan mine as he slowly bends down and kisses my neck, chest, and trails kisses down my abdomen, and across my stomach, which makes me moan softly. As he removes my skirt, he’s kissing each inch of skin that becomes exposed, from the top of my thighs, down my legs. When I step out of my skirt, his lips return to the tops of my thighs, where my underwear sits. He continues kissing as his hands cup my rear end through my underwear.
His gaze is at my belly button as he slides my underwear down, and he tucks his nose inside my folds. When his lips make gentle suction at my clit, I tip my head back and groan. He inches his tongue inside, and I suddenly want to part my legs, giving him full access, but he is pressing my ass cheeks towards him, locking me into place. I wonder how he is breathing, but I’m guessing that he isn’t smothering between my legs, because he rounds his mouth over my clit and folds, and begins sucking and licking so artfully that I dig my nails into his shoulders, crying out as he drives me to sheer ecstasy in mere seconds.
Pushing my ass towards him, he nips my clit in such a way that he is able to grab it, sheathing his teeth with his upper lip, and the way he sucks and licks simultaneously in such a practiced motion, it drives me over the edge. My chest is heaving, and I swear I am drawing blood with my nails on his shoulders as he gently yet swiftly forces me to climax. I come so hard and so fast that my body literally trembles as he holds me still against him. With each exhale I am crying out involuntarily, as my body absorbs the most intense orgasm I have ever had.
When the final wave pushes through, Aleks gently licks, bringing me down slowly, as his hands release my rear end. With a final kiss, he rises, kissing me from below my navel all the way to my shoulder, and he embraces me as I take a cleansing breath. While he holds me, I feel his erection pulse against me, and I push him back slightly, so I can slide his underwear down. Fully exposed, Aleks puts a god to shame. Not only does he have the most beautiful body, but he also has the absolute perfect penis. Standing gloriously erect, it is full, completely engorged with pulsing veins and a suckable head.
I can’t help but stare at it.
“Is everything okay, malishka?” he asks, his voice low and sultry.
Tipping my chin up towards him with his thumb and forefinger, Aleks angles his head and slides his tongue into my mouth with such panache that I moan. He is an incredible kisser. Reaching back, I unclasp my bra, and dip my shoulders down, letting my bra fall to the floor. His left hand moves to my breast. Palm flat, he parts his index and middle fingers, and kneads my nipple as he caresses the breast with the rest of his hand. The feeling is exquisite as our lips part and a small groan escapes from my throat.
Both his hands are on my back when he guides me onto the bed. He places his weight on me, parting my legs so only his torso and chest are on me. His throbbing erection is positioned perfectly against my wetness, making me throb again. His mouth is on my breast, while his hand kneads my nipple and caresses the other breast, making me arch my back, taking in the contact. My hands explore his back muscles, and skate down to his perfect ass, where I pull him in, giving us both pleasure as our sexes make contact.
His lips and tongue work my nipples, while his cock teases my clit, making me so hot I want to have him inside me. The need in my groan is evident as I part my legs fully, and pull his ass so close to me, that his cock is at my entrance. Clearly, Aleks does not want to challenge me. His lips find mine as his tongue enters my mouth, and with a push of his pelvis, his ready cock is inside me. The sensation as he fills me is so erotic, I dig my fingernails into his ass. His breathy murmur is so sexy, I shove my tongue further into his mouth. I have never been so aroused in my entire life. My body is so alive, with every nerve ending awake, as Aleks begins moving.
