Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)

Chapter 7 - Mikhail James

We stumbled into bed almost immediately, as soon as we reached the room and she had a minute to appreciate the view on the balcony. She's so sensitive to every touch. The sounds she makes turn me on so much, we match each other's desires for pleasure.

When it was over, we took a few minutes to rest. Afterwards, she stood up to dress in a bathrobe.

"Did you bring pizza?" She asked as she walked towards the small kitchen. My gaze followed her.

"Yes." I replied. It would seem she noticed the box when we entered earlier. She brought the whole thing over. I heard her chuckle.

"Multiple toppings, huh? Let's have one each." She dropped back down on the bed, placing the pizza between us. She took a slice and ate it with gusto. I took one, too. We watched each other in silence. I chuckled when I noticed her gaze turning hazy again. I should've put on a robe as well. I'm still naked under the sheets. She could see my body from the waist up. She's really something. She crawled her way to the top of my body. A woman on a mission if I see one.

After another copulation, she agreed to cuddle. I cast my mind on a topic we could safely talk about. Right, I brought her a phone. One she can safely use if we were to keep messaging each other.

"Do I get another chance for a booty call?" I asked and I felt her stiffen before relaxing again. It was subtle.

"I understand it's a privilege you've only given to me. Only once." I added, understanding her reaction and letting her know that it was meant as a joke. Just like the first time. I ran a hand on her arm. She sighed.

"Do you want another?" She asked in an uncertain tone.

"Don't you?" I asked back, touching her chin and making her look up. The desire is still there in her eyes. I can't resist kissing her.

"I might be able to decide after seeing your performance." She whispered against my lips and I can't help chuckling. She had enough sense of humor in bed.

"Look forward to it, then." I pressed a hard kiss on her lips before pulling back. We really need to rest first.

"Do you have something you want to talk about?" I asked after a few minutes of silence between us. She turned to me and I saw a raised eyebrow.

"You're a very private person. You tell me what we can talk about." She stated softly.

I thought for a moment. I should create an opening for the phone I wanted to give her.

"I also take security very seriously. Do you remember my phone?" I started talking about it.

"Yes, what about it?" She sounded curious enough.

"I had it modified for extra security. It's much harder to bug, hack, track, and those things you don't want done, invading your privacy and security."

She looked surprised, "Really? Sounds like spy gadgets. Is it necessary to you?"

"Yes." I paused, not sure how to proceed. There was silence again. She shifted in her position.

"What about it, then?" She asked after a while and I figured that since she's a teacher, she's somewhat intuitive.

"I'm gifting you with one. If you want to contact me, it's better to use it." I explained and she immediately brightened.

"Ohhh... a gift! Let me have it, then." She jumped up and sat, turning to me and stretching her hands forward. Her smile does get to me.

I picked up the little bag I put on the bedside table.

"Here you go." I set it on her outstretched hands. She went to open it excitedly.

"This is timely. It was my birthday yesterday." She stated and I was surprised to know.

"How young are you, then?" I decided to ask.

"It's a secret." She answered immediately, checking out the new phone. I felt a little trepidation. I installed a few games on it. I'm not sure if she's going to like them.

"I like it. Did you choose the color?" She stated in a very satisfied voice.

"Yeah. Let me setup your prints and pin." She turned to me, then, and blinked a few times.

"How do I know you didn't bug this phone? Didn't put a tracker on it?" She asked innocently. I stared at her, not having thought of this situation. She chuckled at my expression.

"I guess I'll just trust you, then." She allowed me to help her in setting up the access on her phone.

She saved my number on it and sent a message through it. She gasped and when I asked her what's wrong, she dramatically explained, "I was afraid you wouldn't reply. Quick. Send a reply." She mockingly urged me to do it. Her expression was hilarious.