Another deep chuckle resounds from my chest, and I smile dangerously, “Oh, I think you know.”
At this, she jumps out of bed, showing me that figure of hers. I can see she’s removed her bra as well because those heavy jugs bounce freely under her t-shirt. Jesus Christ, I could explode at any moment. I stand up slowly, watch her as she backs herself against the wall.
“So much for everybody having a choice, huh?” she says challengingly.
I step forward and lick my lips, letting my lower lip pop out from between my teeth. Mia’s eyes are on my mouth now as I edge closer.
She places her hands against the wall beside her hips, and I watch her breathe deeply, see her breasts rise and fall with each inhale and exhale, her erect nipples evident through her top.
Feeling like a cat cornering his mouse, I move closer and stand in front of her so we’re only inches apart. Never have I wanted to be with someone in such a way. She looks straight into my eyes, her breaths excited. I assume she’s scared, but I can’t tell because her trembles and deep breaths could be easily mistaken for arousal.
Scraping my gaze over her whole body, I lean against the wall, a hand on either side of her head. Her body is right here, at my disposal. I decide to test the waters and run a finger along her jaw. After an initial flinch, she calms and breathes easier. My touch is gentle as I tip her head to the side, push her soft hair over her shoulder and drop my lips to her neck, finally allowing myself to taste her. Small kisses along her neck and shoulder show me that she’s not flinching anymore, she’s not moving away. So I use my hand to cradle her head as I kiss deeper, opening my lips against her skin and sucking gently.
Was that a small sigh? Is she enjoying this?
I lift my head and look down into her eyes. I think so. She’s looking back up at me, and there it is, she licks her lips. She wants this. Pinning my gaze on her mouth, I go for gold and kiss her.
Fuck, her lips are as soft as cushions. She presses forward ever so slightly, eager to taste me as well. I take the invitation and run with it, opening her lips with a swipe of my tongue. Along with my sigh of desire, I dip my other hand under her t-shirt and grasp her hip. Her hands are still glued to the wall, but I don’t feel any reluctance from her. Our kiss deepens, and while her tongue is still timid, it darts across my lips, making me want to lose my shit and throw her on the bed.
But, I don’t. I take my time. She’s here, locked in this room for as long as I say so. And I’ll spend the entire night here with her if it means she’ll let me have her body. Speaking of, my hand on her hip squeezes her flesh hungrily before sliding down and reaching for her ass. This time, she seemingly can’t help it and a small moan escapes her.
Jesus, it’s killing me to move this slow, but at the same time, I’ve never taken anything this slow, and it’s teaching me something about relishing the moment. With eager, yet careful fingers, I move my hand up her bare back, under her shirt, and finally feel her large, full breasts. Oh, fuck me, I’ve never felt any tits so juicy, so rounded and soft. Mia’s breathing gives her away, becoming ragged as I caress and squeeze sensually. I let my thumb slide over her hard nipple, flicking it slightly, and she gasps.
“Yes, il mio agnellino…take all the pleasure you need…” I breathe into her mouth and she takes the opportunity between kisses to swallow deeply. Her eyes are closed now. I watch her face as I tease her nipple. The way her lips part in pleasure excites me.
Fuck it, it’s time to dig deeper. I drop my mouth to hers desperately and place both hands on her ass, pulling her against me. She feels exactly what she’s done to me pressing hard against her. My right hand slides down along the back of her thigh and lifts her leg behind the knee. As if on cue, right when things were getting real steamy, there’s a knock at the door. I could ignore it, tell whoever it is to fuck off, and I am just about to when I hear a voice shout out through the door.
“Boss? Boss? You in there?” It’s Vinnie.
“What is it?” I turn my head to face the door, not letting Mia go, not yet. Meanwhile, at the sound of reality, her body reacts and she freezes, pulling her leg back down. I close my eyes in utter frustration and curse Vinnie for ruining this for me.
“Yo, Antonio, sorry to be disturbing you, but one of the maids said she saw you come in here.”
“Yeah, and what?”
“And nothing,” Vinnie is quick to reply. “Just that we got a bit of a situation, and there’s something urgent I need to talk to you about.”
By the sound of his voice, I can tell he’s serious. With a long sigh, I turn back to Mia. Fuck, she’s tearing up. She’s avoiding my gaze, trying to look strong and defiant, but there are tears pooling in her eyes. Immediately I let her go.
“Alright,” I shout back. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I take a few steps back, fixing my rock-hard dick in my pants, and look at Mia one more time. With her back pressed firmly against the wall again, she’s trying real hard to avoid looking straight into my face. What the hell? The tears in her eyes and ragged breathing that returned the moment I let her go tells me I was wrong. She didn’t really want this.
I’m so taken aback that in an instant I can feel the effects of the whiskey drain from my body, leaving behind the sobering notion that she wasn’t into me at all. In turn, I can feel anger boiling up from my stomach. What the fuck was I doing?
“Antonio, are you coming?” This time, Vinnie opens the door.
“Yeah, Vin,” I reply, “let’s get out of here.”
Before I leave, part of me wants to apologize, but the words get stuck in my throat. That’s not my style, and I don’t have to excuse myself. Instead, I lock the door and try to forget what just happened, at least for now. I follow Vinnie who, with a serious face, tells me there’s something we have to take care of—which in my world usually means that someone’s gonna get their jaw busted, and that’s if they’re lucky.