I murmur an absent agreement to Riccardo’s observation, but in truth, my mind is consumed by imagining what Juliet would look like in her new lingerie. I know she’s just inside the penthouse and my cock grows hard with just the knowledge that she’s so close.
I take a swig of the Dewar’s. It cools the warm cigar smoke in my throat and chest. Guy time is great, but there’s a pussy inside that I own, and I can’t push my cock’s needs off any longer. I down my scotch in one swallow and stand. “I’m taking a short break,” I say gruffly, and I leave Riccardo and enter the quiet penthouse.
I make my way to Juliet’s room and find her napping. She looks so peaceful as I push the hair away from her angelic face. When her eyes open, she doesn’t look surprised to see me. In fact, she smiles, a sleepy smile and stretches.
“Follow me,” I murmur quietly. I extend my hand and feel a ping of joy that she’s not fighting me when she accepts it. In the end, it doesn’t matter if she wants me or not, because she’s mine and I won’t let her go, not to Conti and certainly not to an arranged marriage to one of my brothers. That is now totally out of the question.
She notices the hard cock in my trousers and as she stands, she looks up and our eyes meet. There’s fire in her eyes, and it’s for me.
I lead her to my room, tastefully decorated, not overly fancy or cluttered. The bed is huge by European standards. Most of the bedrooms here aren’t large enough for king size beds, but this one is.
As soon as I close the door behind us and slip out of my jacket, I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her towards me. My lips and tongue unleash a powerful assault on her soft mouth. It takes a second for her to respond to my demands, and when she does, her lips ferociously attack mine. I pull back, take a breath, and give her a wry smile.
“You like this,” she taunts me.
“Shut up and fuck me hard,” I growl. I like it a bit rough, but I’ll have to break her in gently.
Her fingers work at my buttons as I remove her clothing and we let it all drop to the floor. I want to enjoy all of her as I strip her of her bra and panties.
She lies back on the bed and I crawl towards her, more like she’s my prey than a lover. I explore her entire body with my mouth until she reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling me down to her pussy.
I inhale her scent as I run my tongue down her abdomen, then lick up her inner thighs, one leg first, then the other, and she squirms under me.
“Do not move,” I command.
She obeys and lies still as my tongue hits her soft lips and flicks over her clit, but she pulls on my hair, which makes me even harder. I want to be inside of her, but am still resolved to take it slow. Postponing the excitement will make the final orgasm more intense. To make this a quickie would be depriving us both.
I play with her, drinking in her nectar and sucking her nub as if I need it to sustain life. She tastes so sweet. I dip two fingers in, rubbing her G-spot and making her arch her back off the bed before I pull them out and lick them as I look deep into her eyes.
She seems surprised by this and moans as her hands fall off my shoulders and clutch the bedspread. “Now . . . fuck me now, I can’t take it anymore,” she pants, and my cock thickens even more than I thought humanly possible. I’m more than happy to accommodate the lady’s request.
I lean over her and position my cock at the entrance to her pussy. “Is this what you want, baby?”
“Yes.” Her moan is but a whisper and I can tell she’s ready to pop.
“You have to promise me not to come right away.”
“Ahhh . . .” She moans in frustration, but I’m loving the fact I can drive her crazy.
“Promise,” I command.
“Okay, fuck you,” she spits at me for being the prick I am, but I chuckle and lean over her as I enter her and hear her cry out with pleasure. I move slowly to calm her throbbing pussy as her muscles tighten around my thick cock and her hips move with mine. Her nails rake down my back, and when I’m satisfied I’ve made her wait long enough, she comes hard, crying out so loud the people in the next building probably heard.
I wait until her orgasm recedes before slowly thrusting into her wetness. As I feel the pressure building up, I resist the urge to come, waiting for it to build to a crescendo of pleasure that overtakes me. Suddenly, my cock explodes in ecstasy and a loud moan escapes my lips like never before.
I collapse and lie next to her, sharing the afterglow. She cuddles up next to me, and I let her. I’m not looking for cuddles or tenderness, but in this moment, nothing else exists but the two of us in this bubble and it feels nice for a change.
I roll away from her and sit on the edge of the bed. She rubs her soft hand over the center of my back.
“Nice tattoo. The Archangel Michael?”
“Yes, protector over evil. I’m evil, but I still need protecting,” I murmur as I stand up to head to the shower built for two. “Come. We need to get cleaned up and find something to eat.”
16
Juliet
The evening is amazing as the air is cooling the warm streets and light from the moon guides our walk to what is no doubt the most expensive place in the piazza. The maître d’ ushers us to table for six so we have room to spread out, and as I slide into the soft chair, I notice that the thick tablecloth covers my lap. For a brief moment, I think that maybe I could steal a steak knife as it looks pretty sharp, but to what end? I’m outnumbered.