After Effects

Chapter 53. - Hips, Lips & Thighs

Tuva's POV

Bojan pushed the door so it closed as soon as we entered the hotel room. It slammed shut, probably loud enough for our neighbors to hear. I didn't think it was possible for me to care less about the noise we made. Not when his lips were kissing mine. Not with his hands on my body, caressing me. Not when our breathing was rapid and our breaths were shared. Not when his soaked clothes rubbed against mine, leaving it clamming to our skin. I unzipped the jacket. Bojan's hands didn't waste any time and pushed it off. He didn't care that we stepped on it as he pushed me backwards. My back met the door, my hands returning to his hair. The room was completely dark, the only light being the moonlight shining through the windows. I tried to find the light switch on the wall. My head was completely empty for thoughts and it showed as i couldn't find the damn light switch for the life of me. Bojan grew impatient with me and flicked the damn switch, knowing exactly where the little fucker was the whole time.

My hands fell to his neck. Drops of water lingered on his skin. Both of us were cold, but if Bojan felt as warm on the inside as i did he couldn't care less. It felt like there had been lit a fire in my stomach, in my soul and all because i kissed the pretty boy in front of me. I pressed him closer to me so his nose rubbed against my face along with the kisses. He took as a clue to get closer to me and he did. His thighs leaned against mine, out chests and stomachs touching. It wasn't hard to figure out what was pressing against me in his pants. Bojan's lips moved against mine with such hunger i could barely follow along. The two of us gasped for air between kisses, lips still too needy to completely let go of the other's.

I couldn't breath. I fucking loathed the human lung for needing oxygen to survive. If i could i wanted to kiss myself to death by Bojan's lips if i meant i wouldn't have to miss them for a even a second.

Our clothes was drenched from the rain. My hair and makeup completely ruined, but Bojan didn't seem to care whether my mascara was running or looked like i was about to compete in a beauty pageant. He just continued kissing me. Soon enough his hands found their way to my butt, slowly going under my dress, giving me enough time to tell him no if needed. I smiled into the kiss. Bojan used his grip on my ass to press me harder against him. I could feel his cock stiffening against my pelvis. A moan escaped me and gave Bojan the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth.

His warm tongue moved against mine while cold fabric rubbed against cold fabric in a way that felt so desperate. So needy. So hungry. So arousing.

I wanted it off.

It was uncomfortable and freezing and we were gonna catch a cold if we didn't change soon. And i wanted to see Bojan's naked chest.

I began to unbutton his shirt. Bojan got the message and helped me unbutton the bottom ones until we met mid-way. I couldn't be bothered dragging it off his arms, not when it was wet and stuck to him like feathers on paint. Instead i traced my hands over his wet skin to push his shirt to the side, exposing his pecs and fucking charming hair between them. My hands returned to his shoulders, but under the shirt this time.

I remembered the flask of campaign standing on the table. I wanted him so badly yet i thought offering him a drink was the right move.

"We have a flask of champaign..." I pulled his mouth onto mine again. "I didn't wanna open it without you." Why the freaking hell did i need to offer him champaign when we were both still slightly drunk? The only thing i needed to offer him was a fucking condom!

"Later... I've been fantasying about this for 7 years." Bojan pressed me closer against him, my pelvis presning against his hard, covered dick. Why the fuck it still covered! I pulled away from his lips, immediately missing them on mine as i did.