Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Zenovia

The weather was good the next day. The sun was all smiles upon the living and non-living things on Earth. I glanced at my hiking companion, who kept on beaming at me toothlessly everytime our eyes met. This made my heart flutter all the time.

Last night, Maksimillian took me the third time in the bathroom, before we finally slept in the bed, cuddling me while we were both naked. I endured the pain as I realised the effectiveness of the pain reliever died with time. He did notice it, but I just told him to not penetrate deeply. And he did follow as instructed like my personal slave.

I couldn’t almost believe he was going to though, as he was a bit rough on me the second time—at least it was to me. But at that time, the pain was dull, and I could take it, mixed with pleasure.

But as mentioned, the third was not the best experience, but he was very patient and considerate. We found the best position that was enjoyable for both of us—the lotus position, as he said. And I did remember Antonia mentioning this to me before, among others like modified doggy style, reverse cowgirl, sideways and me on top. She said these would be better for me. Well, she did also show me how these were supposed to be done when she explained to me once. I could only stare at her and at the images with mortification, face burning hot.

But now, it seemed that being extremely embarrassed for doing this sensual relationship with a stranger was totally off the table. Besides, he was one cooperative and understanding partner that I couldn’t ask for more. How could I be so lucky? God must’ve still loved me for giving me this attractive, considerate guy. I wouldn’t have dreamt of such a blessing, despite my hatred towards men. And maybe I hated one less man in the world because of Maksimillian.

Earlier this morning, after having breakfast with me, he told me he’d go to his and his aunt’s hotel to change. He was back in less than two hours, and here we were, hiking Mount Tâmpa.

The route was completely empty except for us. It was really a nice change for a city girl like me. And maybe for him, too. I could just guess he lived in a city like me. Most probably Moscow. But I won’t ask him that. I didn’t want to know, to keep his identity hidden from myself. I had no plan of digging into his personal life more than he could offer.

“Are you alright?” he asked when I winced. “Where does it hurt?”

It was uncomfortable using the thick pad he bought, but I wasn’t complaining. I had to use it well for the sake of his being thoughtful.

I almost laughed at his question and looked at him with amusement in my grey eyes. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

He opened his mouth and closed it. I could see a pang of guilt in his eyes, but I playfully nudged him sideways. “Hey! It’s not your fault, and I did take a pain reliever, so… I’m fine.”

“So you’re… what? Tired? We can rest here,” he suggested, motioning a hand carelessly.

I looked around us. We were past those arrow signs that informed us the way to our destination. The path was narrow; the ground was littered with grasses and dried golden and brown leaves from the previous autums; huge and slim trees, as well as thick short and tall bushes, were on either side of the trail. The leaves were in different sizes and shades of green, from light to dark. To our left was the downwards slope area, whereas to the right was the higher ground.

Far down the left side was the city of Brașov. We could see the rust-coloured roofs of houses and establishments—the dominant colour of medieval edifices, especially. The sky was blue with thin stratus clouds that scattered way up above us.

When I laid my eyes on Maksimillian, I noticed his perspiration. Mine was also obvious now, but I pulled out a wet wipe from the package to refresh my face. I offered him one, and he took it to wipe his face and neck. I couldn’t help but chuckle. We didn’t really care about it when we were in the act, but this was different since we were outside. Or it was just my opinion.

I shoved the package back to my small backpack and offered him some water. He declined since he had his own backpack and own supplies. He, in fact, drank the blue-coloured energy drink like a thirsty camel. I just watched him guzzle it with fascination—his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat.

I didn’t know what came over me, but I tiptoed to kiss his neck. He froze when he felt my warm lips on his heated skin. He swallowed the last of the liquid and inserted the empty bottle in the pocket of his backpack while staring at me.

Before I knew what he’d do next, he pulled me close to him, half carrying my body to his. Then, he scooped me by the back of my thighs, walked a few steps and rested my back against the giant trunk of an unknown tree. It was hard, and the gnarled bark was uncomfortable against my back, but I didn’t mind at all since my thoughts were merely on Maksimillian while my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck! I shouldn’t have let you wear these jeans!” he whispered, kissing the side of my jaw and neck.

I chortled a little. “I should wear at least some decent clothing to hike. I can’t go around naked, don’t you think?” I purred at him.

He groaned and chuckled without mirth though. “You’re such a tease, giving me that naked picture in my mind,” he uttered huskily. He slightly nibbled the skin of my neck and sucked it tenderly.

I shivered in response to his playful kiss. “We can’t do it here anyway. What if others are on the trail?” My eyes closed, and I sighed in surrender to him.

“The bushes are thick enough to hide us, and this tree will most definitely give us the right ambience. What do you think?” His suggestive husky tone was teasing and alluring. He glanced at the giant tree that could positively hide us from anyone’s eyes, since it could hide at least three people. Besides, it was on a higher ground and a few steps off the trail.

My eyes went round as I looked at him with disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Well, I’m just suggesting. Let’s face it, Zenovia. You’re horny as I am,” he elaborated bluntly in a whisper. Then, his tongue trailed down my throat, before kissing my chin and covering my lips with his.

And I was lost in the moment.

He put me down the ground to unzip my jeans and his. We also put our bags down to be more comfortable. Right after that, he turned me around with my jeans halfway down my thighs. He guided my body to bend over slightly, and he unceremoniously drove his hard and huge member inside me without foreplay, hands holding me by the waist.

We both groaned when our bodies united once again. He was careful not to penetrate too deep, and I was touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Oh, Zenovia!”

“Maks…” I whispered back.

The birds’ chirps and our low moans were the only sounds we could hear. I thought it was the most natural thing that could happen at the moment.

I felt him go faster and deeper as time went by. At least, it wasn’t painful because of the medication I took before we hiked.

Maksimillian’s hand went down to my front to tease my bud. He stroked me there while he pummelled my body with his delightful hot rod. Oh, Doamne! I felt like I was going to burst anytime soon.

“Maks!” I groaned louder when I reached the peak; my hands grabbed the tree bark so hard that I thought my nails dug into it.

I heard him grunt, knowing that he already sprayed his seeds inside me. I felt it even more when some of it dripped down my thighs.

We were both panting when he pulled out. He picked up my bag to take out a couple of wet wipes to clean me and himself.

“Are you fine?” he asked in a gentle tone and eyes. Then, he kissed my lips softly.