“Glad you like them.”
“My mother was an artist too. That’s where I got it from. We used to paint together all the time.”
“You’re very talented.”
“Thanks.” She looks like she appreciates the compliment.
Enough talk now though. I need to taste her. “Come here,” I say. She steps closer, coming to me willingly, like an obedient servant.
I brush my finger over her cheek, and as we stare at each other, the air thickens with desire.
Pressing my mouth to hers, I kiss her, and she kisses me back. She opens her mouth, letting our tongues tease and tangle as we taste each other.
She knows what I want. So, she doesn’t stop me when I lift the hem of her dress and cup her pussy through the satin of her panties.
The doors are open, but few venture down here. I’ve waited all day to have her. Now that I’m with her, I’m going to have her right here. I don’t care who’s listening. If they hear us, it’s warning enough to stay the fuck away.
I deepen the kiss and slip my hands into her hair to pull
it from the ponytail. I like her hair down. I want to run my fingers through the velvet strands while I fuck her.
I devour her mouth when she tilts her head back and the band slips from my grasp. Her luscious mane of locks tumbles down her shoulders, pouring over my fingers like liquid silk. I love it, the same way I love the feel of her willowy body in my hands. Fragile and delicate but tempting with the dip of her curves and the mounds of her breasts.
I manage to move the little fabric away from the crotch of her panties so I can finger her pussy. She jolts, gripping my shirt. She moans against my lips, and a shudder of pleasure runs through her when I slide my fingers deeper into her passage. Her pussy walls convulse, and she pants, her lips now trembling.
Pulling my fingers from her juicy cunt, I pause my assault on her lips to taste her wet desire. The sweet nectar covers my fingers, evidence of her arousal for me. Surprise tickles her cheeks pink when I place my fingers in my mouth and lick off every drop.
“You want me again…” I state.
She looks at me like she doesn’t know what to say. I get it. After all, we both have the same problem. We’re supposed to be forbidden. This isn’t supposed to be enjoyable, but here we both are, craving each other like a rare exotic dish.
I smile at her, and the beauty does the strangest thing. She slides her finger up my jaw and traces my lips. I allow her to, wondering what she’s doing.
“What?”
“A smile that’s not mocking me,” she whispers. Her voice quivers. As I look at her, I know she doesn’t deserve any of this.
She doesn’t deserve to be with a man like me who’s full of hate and death. I shouldn’t have caged her like a wild bird. She deserves to be free.
I take her fingers and kiss the tips. The beginning of a smile lifts the corners of her pretty mouth. When seduction fills her eyes, though, the urge to be inside her comes rushing back.
I lean close to her ear and whisper against it, dirty words I know will curl her toes. “Is your pussy still sore, Princess?” I mutter
I chuckle as a flush runs down her neck.
“I’m okay,” she replies.
“I’ve been hard for you all day, Emelia. I want to fuck you properly. Hard, just the way I like it. Can you handle my cock?” It’s time to take this to the next level and train her to please me.
My lips are close to hers now, and the sparkle in her eyes is a tell that she more than wants me to take her. More importantly, she’ll allow me to do whatever I want to do to her.
“I can handle it,” she says, confirming my thoughts.
Good… this is good. The only good thing about this day.
“Take your clothes off.” I like watching her.
“The door’s open, Massimo. What if someone comes in here, or hears us?”