Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Maksimillian

I missed her.

When I thought of Zenovia while we were being ambushed, I thought I’d never see her again. Or hear her soft voice again.

Right now, I just wanted to hear it. I wanted to assure myself that I was still alive and that she was safe where she was supposed to be. I had no alarming call from anyone who was watching her, so I figured everything was fine.

“Da, allo (Yes, hello)?” she finally answered the phone.

“Expecting some Romanian to call you up at this hour?” My mind drifted to Florin, who was her best friend’s ex-boyfriend. If he was interested in her, it would be a no brainer. Zenovia was beautiful inside out. I could tell regardless of the period of time we got to know each other.

“What? I thought it was someone from the lobby or something!” she answered with a high note. Naturally, she was pissed about my subtle accusation. “You can’t expect me to wait for your call and guess or know for sure it was you!”

I punched one pillow and put it behind me to lean against the headboard. “Why didn’t you call me? I’ve been waiting.” I scowled.

“Why would I call you?” she shot back.

“Because I gave you my number.”

“You said you’re on a business trip. Why would I disturb you at your work?”

O, Bozhe! She had all the answers to throw right in my face!

“You think I’m doing work at night, too?” I pointed out.

“Well, aren’t businessmen do that?”

Just as I’ve said, she never got short of answers. If only she knew what I had undergone just a few hours ago, I wondered how she’d react.

“If we ordinary people work hard, businessmen work harder. Why? Because you don’t want to lose money!” she added. “Am I wrong?”

Oh, God! She was just… spunky!

A big sigh left my system. “Let’s not talk about my business trip, all right? I just want to hear your voice.” My voice became gentle.

“Well, I was going to ask how it went. Is everything fine?” She lowered her tone, too.

I could not resist a smile then. “Are you concerned about me or my business?” I joked.

“Okay, don’t answer that. Just sleep. It’s late.”

I cursed softly when she was about to hang up. “Hey, hey! I’m not sleepy or tired. How was your day, by the way?”

“Well… It was great actually! Your aunt and I went to Cetatea Râșnov, and she actually is a great archer! I couldn’t have imagined that!” And then, she went on to tell me how Aunt Marisha taught her how to do it.

I was smiling widely while listening to her. She told me everything she saw there that I could already picture it in my mind.

“So, have you been thinking about me?” I asked, voice dropping lower than usual.

I heard her gasp on the other end. “Uhm… I guess? Your Aunt Marisha talked about you whenever she could find the chance, so it’s hard not to.”

I laughed at that. “You don’t like her?”

“Well… she laughs hard, she’s pretty, and she’s… a bit nice actually.”

“Only a bit?” I teased her.

“Well, she’s really nice. She would have snubbed me if she wasn’t, right?”

I grinned upon hearing it. “No one has ever said she’s a snob. But… she’s actually picky sometimes when it comes to personal companions.”

“Oh, really? And are you implying that I’m lucky?”

I grimaced a little. “You can say that.”

She laughed and told me she was embarrassed for being there. “You can just imagine my uneasiness when she saw me come out of your room! Oh, crap! I can still feel my face heat up because of it,” she murmured.

A soft chortle escaped from me. “Why are you embarrassed? I wanted you to be there.”

“I know, and I let you.” Her voice dropped again, sighing.

“I miss you, Zenovia,” I confessed with a serious tone.

Right now, I really wanted to hold and kiss her. But I didn’t hear any answer from her. I just listened to her increased breathing, which made my manhood go rigid.

“Zenovia, what are you wearing right now?”

“My nightshirt of course,” she answered.

I smirked at that. “What’s the colour of your underwear?”

“What? Why are you asking me these questions?”

I didn’t answer to that and waited if she’d really tell me or not. Fuck! I was already aroused just to hear her breathing.

“Well, it’s a…” she paused and cleared her throat, “uh… lacy red one.”

“I haven’t seen it yet. Is that one of those you bought the other day? Can you take a picture and send it to my email?”

“What? Are you mad?”

“Come on, moye solntse. Can you let me see it? Just this once, I promise,” I pleaded, still testing if she’d do it. It wasn’t being a perv, but I did want to see her in it.

I waited for a minute or two, and she did send it to my email with an email subject of “DELETE THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

I decided to check it out on my laptop instead of my phone to be bigger, and I was grinning from ear to ear. Excitement ran through my system.

O, Bozhe! When I opened the file, that’s when I realised she took a picture of herself with nothing on top but her hands covering her breasts. She looked so seductive with half-closed eyes. She also bit her lower lip. Her toned thighs were closed, almost overlapping one with the other, emphasising the inverted triangle at the center of her exquisite body more. Her sexy lacy red underwear was lowcut, and I could see the flesh underneath the lacy fabric.

Chert poberi! I really wished I was there with her and take it off from her.

“Zenovia, are you there?”

“Yes! I’m here. H-have you seen it?” she stuttered, breathless.

A Russian expletive left my mouth before I answered, “You look like a goddess, moye solntse.” Fuck. My heart was beating so fast, I could hardly breathe. “Can you take it off for me?”

“What? No!” she protested.

“Just do it for me, please. How I wish I’m with you right now, moye solntse,” I honestly told her with a husky tone.

“M-Maks…”

“I really want to touch you down there and kiss your fucking sweet flower until you’ll lose your mind and you cum hard, Zenovia!”

She gasped and groaned.

“Touch yourself, moye solntse. Imagine that I’m the one touching you there, caressing that little bud of yours. Fuck! I miss your taste. I really want to lick you and suck you there right now. I want my tongue to run along those crevices and go around the apex of your sweet flower. I want to suck your nectar there,” I whispered in a breathless tone.

Her heavy breathing was too clear to me. She was affected by my words, and I couldn’t just stop. And damn it! I began to stroke my own member under my bathrobe, wherein I was naked underneath.

Looking at her picture, I continued to move my free hand up and down my huge full-blown erection. Actually, it was my first time to do this phone sex, but it seemed to be going well between us at the moment.

Zenovia was panting and calling out my name. I could just imagine how her body was thrashing on the bed right now, with her flushed face and body. I wanted to ram her with my huge staff, wanted to drown into her hot depths, wanted to be squeezed by her tightly and then let my precious jizz spurt inside her and give her the baby she so desired.

“Maks!” she called out and a prolonged hot moan followed it, telling me she came.

“Oh, Zenovia!” I grunted as I unloaded myself, too.

We were both breathing so hard, and my heart’s deafening thumping sounded in my ears.

“Fuck, moye solntse! I so love your moans!”