Chapter 150 - You... Are My Life

Andrzej felt tremors under his fingers. The current of pleasure flowed like electricity through Śliwiński. The small but springy body reacted with such liveliness and grace that Andrzej felt a great desire to tease Dominik.

He has had many lovers in his life. They were all for a while. Delightful, beautiful, dominant or sweet, but each was only a poor substitute for what destiny had offered him in the person of Dominik.

"I can't stand ten days without you," Andrzej muttered, reaching between his lover's legs. "I can't take five ..."

"It's decided, I'm not going ..."

"Do not be stupid. You don't give up such opportunities for sex" Andrzej announced with his fingers caressing Dominik's testicles.

"Then go with me," he asked, his voice a little squeaky, feeling Andrzej's hand on his jewels.

"I can't, I have an important session."

"So we will go on a different date ..."

"Do you want to drag it on forever? What if I dragged out forever this?" He asked gently touching the entrance to his anus.

"The analogy is ... not very accurate ..."

"Really? Explain."

"What? Now?"

"We have time" said Nowicki and pressed a little harder, but not enough to open the passage for himself. His other hand was tracing Dominik's nipple.

The actor took a deep breath.

"You…" he hissed.

"Well?"

Andrzej's hand moved away from the lover's body as if it actually wanted to drag it out forever, or even withdraw completely.

"A movie is just a movie," Dominik explained quickly, panicked. "And you ... are my life."

Andrzej froze. The confession gripped his heart with such force that he was unable to catch his breath for a moment. He caught Dominik's fiery gaze and, unable to bear its heat, closed his eyes.

I love him, he thought as he descended. I love him so much it hurts.

He touched the pink entrance with his tongue and stuck into it preparing the way for something bigger. Dominik groaned and shuddered again. Wonderfully beautiful, absolutely delightful, just perfect.

And all his.

Their bodies were on fire. Their hearts beat as if they were possessed. Their sex was not an empty physical rapprochement to satisfy their lust. It was a fusion of two individuals into one, filled with love.

Entering him, Andrzej poured feeling into every movement of his hips. Each thrust, each withdrawal was filled with the desire that Dominik would feel how important he was to him.

He knew. His every moan of pleasure was like a confession of his own feelings. Hot, full of light, screaming about how his heart is full of only one and only man - Andrzej.

***

Despite December, the temperature was still positive and light rain was falling instead of snow. It was cool, but dressed in warm coats, gloves, scarves and hats, the models did not feel the painfully cold temperature. In contrast to them, Andrzej had cold fingers and a great desire to put them in something warm.

They decided to shoot without artificial snow to reflect not the imaginary spirit of Christmas but the gray reality. Rain and mud, bland tenement houses and against them beautiful, laughing girls in elegant coats and shiny packages in their hands - a real Christmas joy regardless of the weather, because all their beauty, their spirit, lies not in snow and frost, but in the atmosphere create the people themselves.

Nowicki exhaled warm air from his mouth, trying to warm his hands, frozen in the rain, at least a little. He was tired from saying goodbye to Dominic overnight, but not so much that he couldn't cope with his job. On the contrary, he felt filled with positive energy. After all, such a dose of love would charge everyone's battery.

Mrs. Janina Pasek, the owner of the agency where he worked, wrapped in a beautiful, ash-colored ash-coat, came up to him without a word and stood right next to him. As usual, she had a lot of makeup on her face, not quite matching her age, but for some reason Andrzej couldn't imagine her without it.

"The girls are having fun," she said after a few moments. "You know why?"

"No," he replied without even considering her question.

"Because they like working with you."

"Nice to hear that" he did not stop taking pictures. They had good light, the rain did not bother too much, so Nowicki wanted to make the best of the opportunity and take as many good photos as possible with this wonder, which he had received from Dominik a few months ago.

Mrs. Janina smiled and looked at the photographer. She knew that his preoccupation with his work had not realized what she was talking about.

"How long are you going to shoot here? Your fingers are all red," she noted with motherly tenderness.

"Just a moment more."

Mrs. Pasek gave him two minutes. Since Nowicki was not slowing down, she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Enough," she announced. "Respect your hands. They and your eyes are your working tools."

He looked at her and smiled apologetically.

"As the boss says. Attention, we are finishing for today! Good job everyone! Thank you!"

"It's only fourteenth, and I have a feeling that it will soon be night," said Pasek. "I do not like winter. She is so depressing."

"She's not that bad," he said.

"You say that because you are young and full of life."

"Mrs. Janina," he smiled, packing the camera into its case, "I don't think you're asking for compliments. We all know that no words can describe your beauty."

"Flatterer," she laughed. "But for God's sake, put your gloves on. I can't look at your fingers!"

"But my camera ..."

"I'll take it" Sylwia, his assistant, appeared literally out of nowhere. "I'll take care of it."

He had no doubts about it, because she was a great worker, he was only surprised by her enthusiasm. He had barely freed himself from the camera when Angelika, one of the models, handed him a mug of hot coffee. He thanked her politely and she gave him a very seductive smile.

Mrs. Janina laughed.

"Poor boy," she shook her head. "Ah, of course not. After all, you only have eyes fixed on one person. But just look at them."

Andrzej wasn't sure if he should, but his curiosity turned out to be too great. He looked at the models, make-up artists, assistants and was surprised to find that as soon as his gaze fell on one of them, she was sending him a smile telling him how willingly she would spend the night with him.

Nowicki realized that he was not among the last. He never had a problem finding a girlfriend for a night or two. However, he was never so successful. What the hell was that? Or was it normal for models to be interested in photographers? Yes, it was definitely about the job he was doing.

"Usually the photographer looks after the girls" said Ms Pasek, strangely pleased with herself. "But you don't pay attention to them. In your photos you bring out innocence, grace and sex, but you didn't invite any of them to bed. This intrigues them. If you could hear what is gossiping about you!"

"You know what I think about rumors."

"Of course. The truth is, the less attention you pay to girls, the more they want you."

"I'm not interested in an romance."

"You wanted to say 'new romance'."

No, he didn't want to say that, but the truth was, what he had in common with Dominic by all definitions was romance. He sighed.

"Yes, I'm not interested in the 'new romance'. It suits me what I have now," he announced, not even realizing how bright he was saying it.

If it weren't for Dominik and he would be where he is now, he would probably have taken the opportunity to spend a few nights with one of the girls. Or with a few. But now that his heart knew what love was, he was interested in no one but the one who seduced his body and soul.

Even if they were thousands of kilometers away at that moment.

"Yea, you young people," she shook her head. "Won't you feel lonely now?"

"It won't be that bad," he said confidently. "Dominik only left for a week. Ten days at the most."

"And yet, when you come back to an empty house ..."

Andrzej looked at the old lady. Janina Pasek in the old days was one of the greatest models in the country. When the system changed, she founded her own agency, first for models, then advertising, and took the market by storm. She did not follow the global trend, but she accepted it, which is why her company employed both girls with the "top" type of beauty and those with less popular ones. She paid honestly and did not tolerate the drugs, which she herself spoke, spoiled the beauty and health of the girls. As a woman and ex-model, she knew how fleeting fame was and made sure that her employees also had something beyond their current job. Some time ago Nowicki discovered that Mrs. Pasek, although she looked a bit strange in her too strong make-up and was a real shark on the market, really cared for her employees like a real mother.