Exciting. Mind blowing. Electrifying. Crazy.

Being with Kristov made me feel different kinds of emotions. Something that I had never felt before.

Every morning, I looked forward to seeing him... spending more time with him, and engulfed in his protective loving embrace. He made me feel safe, belonged and home.

Monday evening, he arrived early from work. We had dinner together in the dining room.

Jean, Tess and Sammy were still oblivious to what was going on between Kristov and I, they thought we were just getting friendly.

When all the staff had already retired for the night, I was still with Kristov in the mansion, playing Chess, while talking about anything, and everything. We were spontaneous and flirty. Touching, kissing... making out.

We also shifted to being professionals, like when he showed me his latest AR-VR project, and asked for my insights. We ended up discussing for over an hour the possible effects, in the minds, habits and behavior of people, based on the past. I gave suggestions and he was pretty impressed.

"You should work for me in our research team. You're so smart, you have plenty of ideas that we overlooked."

"And live up to my lie to my parents," I chuckled.

He nodded, laughing, "yeah. I'm open to the idea of writing a book too. So, what do you think?"

I waved my hand, in a dismissing gesture, "you just want to be with me."

"That too," his eyes raked me, then settled on my lips, "today, I spent most of the time spacing out, thinking of you. I couldn't wait to come home to be with you."

I moved closer to where he sat, and he pulled me on his lap, "I felt the same way."

"I tried to make things slow for us," he shook his head, "I'm sorry, I failed. I care for you too damn much, and it's hard suppressing all these feelings. It's too overwhelming."

"I know..." I whispered in his mouth, and kissed him passionately.

We ended up making out so hard, and giving Kristov the liberty to touch me. His hand roamed on my breast, caressing and kneading, while his greedy mouth, suckling the other, licking, flicking and rolling his tongue to my swollen nipple.

I was so wet from wanting him. And when his fingers touched my center, I squirmed at the intensity of pleasure.

"You're so wet, my princess," he murmured, then licked my juices from his fingers, "you're so sweet."

"Kristov," I begged, "touch me more..."

Still on his lap, he removed my panties. His hand moved slowly up to my inner thighs, until he touched my feminine core again.

I gasped, when his finger made contact with my swollen bead. The torment of his gentle teasing - caressing and rolling slowly, was too much to endure.

"Darn it, Kristov, faster," I grasped his wrist, leading him.

He did what I wanted, and shoved a finger inside me.

The pleasure was overwhelming. I was moaning and squirming, as his hand drove in and out of me in a delicious rhythm.

"Oh God... Kristov..." I was gasping so hard, I was about to come... when he put me on the seat and replaced his hand with his mouth.

He was eating my center hungrily, like a starving man for many years. His rasp tongue lapped my slit, up to my bead, in delicious strokes, licking all my juices.

He shoved his strong tongue inside my intimate folds, as deeply as he could, creating a wonderful rhythm inside and out, until I cried at the intensity of pleasure.

"That's good?" he asked when I calmed down.

"Soooo good," I answered and he kissed me so deeply that I could taste myself in his mouth, "Kristov, let me touch you," my hand reached for his manhood, but he stopped me, holding my wrist.

"I promise. You will."

The following night, Kristov lived up to his promise.

We had dinner at his Pops' house at the lighthouse, then he showed me the paintings that he recently did, especially the one that he made of me.

I blushed when I saw it. It was a naked painting of me. I studied the image. My eyes gleamed, burning with passion, my plump moist lips parted, begging to be kissed, my breasts were full and my pink nipples swollen like it had just been suckled.

"It's so beautiful," I said, still looking at the painting.

I felt him move closer behind me, "because you are," he whispered, and he gathered me in his arms.

My head fell back against his shoulder when his possessive hands captured my breasts, over the thin layer of my dress, caressing them gently, then kneading them almost roughly.

"Ahh..." I moaned. I loved it when his hands were getting rough. I could feel the intensity of his desire matching mine.

"I want you so badly, Pia. I'm aching," he drawled like a wounded animal, and pushed the straps of my spaghetti dress and bra down on my waist in one fluid motion.

His hand kneaded my breasts deliciously, making me so restless. I uttered a distressing sound, begging for more contact.

I sighed when his mouth covered my breast, his tongue alternately licking and rolling my nipple, making it so swollen. He did to my other breast, while touching my center, pushing a finger in and out of my slit, deeper, until I convulsed.

He did not protest when I opened the buttons of his shirt, one by one. He helped me remove it, and he stood there half naked... looking so sexy, strong and solid. He was such a beautiful man.

He leaned on the wall, watching me as I kissed his neck, his throat, his chest. I licked his nipples, playfully biting... copying the way he did to me. Then I ran my tongue slowly down to his abdomen... licking, lapping, nibbling...

I was loving the reactions played on his face, as he groaned, squirmed, and pant at the intensity of his pleasure.

I knelt down in front of him, worshiping his wonderful physique, as we held each others' eyes. My fingers were trembling with excitement as I opened the button on his jeans.

His eyes were so dark, sexy as sin... observing me.

"Do you enjoy undressing me, Pia?"

"Too much," I answered, then unzipped his fly, "it's like opening a Christmas present."

He chuckled, then helped me loosen his jeans by pushing down the waistband down to his hips – revealing his white underwear at my scrutiny.

My eyes gleamed with excitement, looking at the outline of his manhood at the material of his underwear. He smelled so good– the scent of arousal, combined with pure male scent. I felt drugged at the addictive aroma, making me ache with longing to be filled.

I looked at Kristov, and he invited me to go on.

I pushed down his underwear, and gasped at the sight of his huge thick shaft, fully erect. He was so beautiful... gorgeous, even down here.

He groaned aloud, like a wounded animal when I held his length. The tip of his groin was wet with clear fluid, waiting to be licked.

His hand, caressed and raked my hair, while I shove his manhood in and out of my mouth... teasing his head with the tip of my tongue... licking his juices... until he cried out.

"Ahh... Pia. I never imagined it could be this good," he was panting so hard, like he just went for a run.

I licked his length, up and down, until he squirmed and stopped me.

"I'm sorry, Pia, I can't hold it anymore. It's too much torture. I promise, you can touch me after... but now, I have to be inside you," his voice was in agony.

He pulled me up and undressed me.

"You love undressing me, Kristov?" I countered his question.

He chuckled, "very. Too many times, I imagined peeling every piece of your clothing from you, while kissing you and making you so wet for me."

"What a naugthy thought," I giggled.

"I had too much about you," he laughed, "I guess it made me a pervert... and creepy, huh?"

"Well, I also have a perverted mind, and creepy thoughts. So that makes the two of us."

We laughed, and when he removed the last piece of my clothing, his mouth covered my center, eating me greedily like his last meal, lapping between my folds up to my bead, until I was ready to convulse.

He put a rubber on, then pulled me up, made my legs straddle around his hips. I gasped when his solid hard length entered my softness.

"Are you okay?" he froze, sounding worried.

"Yeah... yeah," I nodded, and he gave me time to adjust to his shaft, before he moved slowly in a delicious euphoric rhythm.

He sat on the couch, and let me ride him. Kissing torridly, touching aggressively... ravishing each other until we were ready to explode.

He laid me down on the couch and took over, shoving inside me, and pulling out. Every push was getting harder and faster as together we aimed to reach the highest point of ecstasy.

The whole week was magnificent. Kristov and I were so happy, spending time with each other, as often as we could.

We made love in his study room, in his bedroom, in the living room when everyone was asleep. He also went up to my room at midnight, using a ladder and entered through my window.

Saturday morning came, it was my day off again. I went home to spend time with my family. Anyways, I was going to see Kristov in the evening, he promised me a hot date.

I saw a blue Mazda parked outside our house, and wondered who our visitor was. It was too early to come for a visit, it was still eight in the morning.

The main door was not locked, so I entered our house abruptly.

The moment the door opened, I saw the man sitting on our couch. His eyes immediately met mind.

He stood up immediately and walked towards me, almost running.

"Pia," he stood in front of me. He was forcing himself to smile, despite the tears that were falling on his cheeks. He tried to say something to me, but his sobs stopped him,

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm so sorry, my love. Please forgive me... I'm begging you. I'm sorry for putting you through hell," he held my hands, kissing my knuckles, "I... I don't know what happened to me. I woke up this morning, seeing Angela beside me on the bed... and I freaked out."

I removed my hands from his grasp, "it's been going on for more than a year, Jacob. How could you be so surprised?"

"I understand that you're mad at me... furious, to the point that you can't forgive me. But today, I woke up after a terrible dream. I remember everything between us now, Pia. As in, everything. Our love and promises for each other."

"Really? I hope you also remembered the hurtful things that you've said to me."

He heaved a sigh, "I did. I– I'm so sorry. I swear, I was not myself. I forgot about you... about us. It was beyond my control, Pia. It's not my fault, that this" he pointed at his head angrily, "fucking brain forgot the most precious part of my life!"

He knelt down, looking so defeated. His arms grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him as his head laid on my stomach, "I beg you my love, please forgive me. Let me make up to you. I love you so much, Pia, I can't live without you, I'll rather die if you won't take me back."

"It's just so sad, that once you treated me like a princess, thinking the world of me, then the next day, you saw me as Ursula. I didn't deserve that. With or without amnesia, you should have treated me nicely," I wiggled away from him, dropping his hands from my waist, "I can't be with you anymore, Jacob. Because, I have fallen out of love with you."

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