Anna
When we finally get the news back that the baby is fine, and I finally feel like I’m allowed to let go and cry tears of relief.
Luka pours over the baby in ultrasound photos, which admittedly looks like nothing more than a grey amorphous blob no matter what angle we looked from. But seeing Luka so excited about our baby melted so much apprehension I’d been carrying, and for the first time in weeks, I feel like Luka and I are going to be okay.
Pavel takes Rachel home, and I’m eventually discharged from the Emergency Room, though we chose to stay to see Leo through his surgery. Knowing that Luka is relieved by our conversation helps both of us through the five-hour waiting period while we stand by anxiously.
Leo comes out of surgery groggy and in pain, but we’re allowed to visit him within a few hours of his release from post-op.
Leo’s room is dark when we enter, lit only by a small accent light in the entrance of the room as well as the machines that cluster around him. I can’t imagine having to try and sleep with so much visual noise, and I’m grateful that I wasn’t admitted.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Luka asks quietly as we approach Leo’s bed.
He sits up as straight as he can, easing himself back down into a lying position when the pain becomes too much for him. “Well, I felt like shit until after surgery, then they got me hooked up to this morphine, and I’m fucking flying, dude. You’ve gotta’ try this shit,” he says smiling as he gestures toward the IV morphine drip.
“Yeah, I’m a little jealous of that, actually,” Luka jokes, and relief washes over me seeing them both in such high spirits despite everything, even if it is just because of drugs.
“So here’s the deal, I don’t know how much of this conversation you’ll remember when all of this goes down, but the cops are going to be coming around here to ask you what happened,” Luka says, growing more serious. I guess the lighthearted banter couldn’t last forever.
“They want me to give a statement? I just got out of fucking surgery, man,” Leo replies, his voice exhausted and slurry as the residual anesthesia works its way through his body.
“They don’t need it right away, so that’s good. It gives us time to establish a story,” Luka replies. “Anna already gave hers, so we have some groundwork to go off of.”
“Okay, so what did she tell them?” Leo asks.
Luka explains my story to Leo in detail, even going so far as to add more specific details to the person I’d described just to make sure that the testimonies weren’t word-for-word similar.
“Okay, we’ll see how much of that I remember in twenty minutes,” Leo says sarcastically. “But you should really try this morphine. It’s incredible.”
Just as Luka predicted, the police department has too much bureaucratic overhead to deal with our case, even if it’s attempted murder. It doesn’t give me confidence in our judicial system, but it helps me feel secure in Luka’s ability to stay under the radar.
Luka, who has been home every single night since we got home from the hospital. Even with that time, we haven’t had a lot of time to be intimate because Leo is here, and I’ve craved his body endlessly.
As my eyes adjust to the light pouring through the blinds on another sleepy morning, I scan the features of Luka’s face. His skin is textured in certain places, tiny scars along the topography of his face. His eyelashes are so much longer and fuller than mine that I get a little jealous staring at them. He’s such a man’s man that I’m sure he’s never appreciated them.
His messy hair falls over his face as he rolls over to his side, directly facing me. I brush it out of his eyes as he would for me, and I bring myself closer to him, feeling his warmth and the smooth surface of his bare chest against my body.
I move down a little bit, kissing along his collar bones and up his neck. He doesn’t wake up, but he does moan slightly, encouraging me to continue further.
I focus on kissing his neck for a bit, biting slightly to draw him out of sleep a bit so that he might join me.
His breaths grow faster, and I begin to work my way down his chest, kissing and lightly biting him as I continue downward. When I find myself at the waistband of his sweatpants, I pull them down just enough to expose his hips, and I kiss along his hip bones as he begins to squirm under me.
I feel for his cock through the fabric, and instantly I can feel it throbbing madly as I tease him. I rub it lightly, focusing on the tip as I feel it grow wet with precum.
After teasing him through his sweatpants for a few minutes, I’m dying to feel him responding to my mouth on his cock. I’ve never woken him up with a blowjob before, and I’m excited to see how he reacts.
I pull his pants down just enough to expose his cock, and I stroke it lightly along the underside for a moment before I slide my lips over the tip, working it along the smooth flesh and tasting him. He moans again, this time slightly louder as if he’s waking up, but he doesn’t.
Focusing on just the tip makes him squirm even more, so I lightly suck it and swirl my tongue over it, periodically taking breaks to run my tongue along the shaft. Eventually, he does begin to wake up, but he’s so overwhelmed by the sensation of my mouth on him that he doesn’t speak.
“God, where the fuck did you learn that?” he says breathlessly as I take the whole thing into my mouth, pressing my tongue along it as I slide my mouth up and down. His hand finds my hair, and he begins to stroke my head, bringing me closer to him and pressing my head down a bit as he gets closer and closer.
“Wait, I don’t want to cum yet,” he says, and he guides me up to his face, kissing me deeply and reaching down to rub my left nipple as his other hand holds the back of my head.
I climb on top of him, moving my panties to the side and feeling my own wetness as I rub the tip of his cock along my slit. He gasps as he feels me, and I slide him slowly inside of me until he’s reached the depth of my pussy.
At first, all I want to do is gaze down at him as I feel him fill me up, but he takes my wrists and holds me down, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me and pressing it into my g-spot. I’m still waking up myself, and the contrast between lazily rising out of sleep and being fucked hard right away puts me into a daze.
I begin to move with him, placing my hands on his chest and steadying myself as I grind him, feeling my clit rub against his body and edging myself with the pressure.
He starts to thrust harder and harder, and I’m about the cum before he slows down again, intentionally teasing me as I teased him with my mouth. I could beg him to fuck me hard again, to let me cum all over his cock, but he stares into my eyes with that look that tells me he’s about to fuck me so hard and fast that I’m speaking in tongues.
Before I can debase myself by begging for it, he grabs my back and flips me over, putting me underneath him and giving him all of the power and leverage. I love how helpless he makes me feel, holding me tight and putting all his weight on me as he pumps his cock deep inside of me.
The best thing about it is knowing that he’s fighting his own orgasm as well. I know I must have gotten him close with my mouth, and now he’s trying to retain all of his power and authority as he holds back. I want to see that same desperation in his eyes as he gets closer and closer, forcing himself to slow down as he nears the precipice.
He does slow down, and we find a perfect rhythm together, holding each other and taking in every bit of the other’s physical presence. I’m enamored by his smell, the softness of his skin, the way his lips taste as I bite and kiss them. My love for him encompasses me, and I want him so badly that I fear I could never get close enough to him to be satisfied.
He pulls my head back by the roots of my hair, biting down hard on my shoulder as he cums inside of me. The pressure of his huge cock throbbing against me pushes me over the edge, and I cum as well, allowing him to collapse on top of me in a heap as we both catch our breath.
For a few minutes, he just lies on my chest, listening to my heart catch up with itself as we both ease back into our post-sleep haze.
“I fucking love you,” he says. “I fucking love you too, Luka.”