The 18th Floor

Chapter Sixty Nine

"What did Adara give to you?" I ask Lucien as we lay across the sofa. Adara wasn't here when we came back from the hospital, even after we had a stop for lunch, so we've continued to relish in our usual Sunday activity of doing nothing in front of the TV. I look at the bouquet on the table. The flowers that Lucien had waiting for me in the car and my heart still clenches at his small actions of love. I often question how I managed to get so lucky. What I did to deserve him, his features soft with his full focus on the TV.

"What?", he asks, gaze still glued to the screen.

"The present", I clarify. "The one she brought from Greece. What was it?", I ask looking up to him from his lap playing with the stubble on his chin.

He looks down, "just some of my old things."

"Hmm", for some reason I don't believe him but I continue to look into his golden, brown eyes where I find the sun hitting them perfectly to bring out specks of gold.

"Don't look at me like that", his voice deep.

"Like what?"

"Like you want me to rip your clothes off."

"Maybe I do", I say slightly breathless.

His hands cup my face as he pulls me in, "do you know how much I wanted to rip your clothes off today when I saw you. I wanted to take you right there and then."

Heat pools in my stomach. "Careful. You make it sound like you only like me when I'm standing", I tease, surprised as to how I kept my voice from wavering.

"I love you in any position Cyrene. But most of all, I love you when your laid out on your back for me", he whispers as I find his hand trailing down my stomach to my apex.

"Lucien", I plead, "I need you."

"Anything for you", he says as his fingers find my clit. I pull his head down closer to mine so our lips meet, clashing with passion.

"Lucien. I need more", I say feeling helpless at his touch.

His smile turns to that of a possessive one, "why didn't you just say so?"

We kiss from the living room to the bedroom. Before I know it, I'm sprawled out across the bed. He holds my hips up as he takes my leggings off. I pull my shirt over my head, and his too. I watch him as he takes off his joggers, leaving us both in our undergarments.

My eyes wander down and I watch him as he gets on top of me. My hands glide across his abs till they reach the wait of his boxers and they slip in. My fingers pressing against his hard on.

"All this for me? I haven't even begun, Lucien", I say and I swear he almost shudders at my touch alone.

He pulls my hand out of his boxers and pins them both above me as he gets down low to my ear and whispers, "when I'm done with you Cyrene, you won't know where you begin or end. It will be just me.

Just you, just us."

I find myself breathless at his words, at the thoughts that consume me. He releases my hands but they stay put as he traces the outline of my bra and pants before he takes them and throws them to the floor. He does the same with his own and I take in the full magnificent sight of him. I don't think I will ever get used to it.

"You're so beautiful it hurts", I find myself saying.

"That's my line", he smiles and then he grabs my hips and brings it adjacent to his.

Our eyes lock, "do your worst", I say.

"Always agápi mou", he grins. My love.

"Grab the headboard."

My hands automatically reach up.

Before I have time to comprehend anymore Greek, I feel something smooth and wet scrape against my vagina and shudder a breath. I watch him and his tongue works up and down but I can't feel it all and I feel a redness creep up against my cheeks.

"Lucien. It isn't enough", I say. He looks up and rubs his hands over my cheeks.

"This is just the beginning", he says, before diving his fingers to where his tongue was. I feel his fingers rubbing and pinching and my whole body coming alive. It still isn't enough, I need more. I need him in me. All of him.

Before I can beg for more, I feel him come in all at once and scream his name. He's so big. All sense of awareness shattering at his touch, at his presence as he comes in and out. My hands find their way onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life. His touch is the only thread of reality I have alongside my name on his lips. I beg for more, burning at his touch, praying the flame never dies out.

"Lucien", I plead, "I need you harder."

"I thought you would never ask", he smiles wickedly before upping the momentum. I'm at a loss for words. Every time the sex gets better than before.

"Cyrene. I'm going to..."

"Do it", I whisper. "I want you all over me."

"You're so fucking delicious", he says as I feel a warm liquid pool against me before he lays down next to me.

Out of breath and in a tangle of sheets, I turn to face him. I brush away his brown locks away from his forehead, taking in those warm brown eyes now full of light.

"I love you so much", I say. He grabs my cheeks and kisses, gently and with a promise.

"I love you too. I'll do anything for you."

I nod, as I snuggle in close to him. I rest my head under his chin, whilst I feel his finger tracing patterns on my back.

"I think we should look at new properties", Lucien says taking me by surprise.

"What? Why?"

"I know we got the bathroom remodelled, but maybe we just need a more open and wide space. We need a better kitchen for you, wider doors", he explains and something cracks in my heart at his mentally of always putting me first.

"But this is your home, Lucien."

"No. This is our home", he says looking down at me and kissing my forehead. "I want it to be accessible for you too."

"It's fine Lucien", I protest.

"Is that why half the cups no longer live on the shelves but the kitchen counter?", he asks brows raising.

"You should have thought of that when your 6'3 self-had the kitchen made. Even if I was standing, I wouldn't be able to reach the top shelf", I add in my defence and he hums sarcastically. I poke him. "I don't want to move out of here Lucien. You worked so hard for it", I say softly and he hugs me tightly.

"Then we get it remodelled."

"Lucien."

"We'll have to move out one day when we have kids", he smirks.

"Lucien", I say again more sternly. "No babies. Yet. Till I get married."

"Till we get married."

"Is this your way of proposing?"

"Of course not."

"Good, because it would have been a shit one", I joke.

"That's not a no, is it?", he smiles.

"Shut up Lucien", I smile back realising that if he had asked, I wouldn't have said no.

Lucien calls an interior designer the next day.