“Yeah, that was insane. I mean, it’s cool you were a love child.”
I get up and bring him painkillers from my makeup bag, give them to him and he downs them without water.
He pulls me to him, rolling me over, my back is on the mattress.
“I thought you had a headache,” I tease, feeling his hard cock on my inner thigh.
“Hm. You’re the cure.” He nuzzles my neck and I squeal as his chin is scruffy without a shave and it tickles, but I’m excited at the same time.
Light is coming in the window as he slips my silky nightie off my right shoulder, kissing it as he does so, then he slips the left side down and nibbles my neck, my shoulder and I reach for his cock, grabbing it and rubbing my hand up and down his shaft.
“Mm.” He continues to undress me and once my nightie is off, his finger traces my jawline and ends on my mouth, where his finger slips in and I suck it.
I flip over on him, kneeling over him as I take his hard cock in my mouth and suck on it as he moans in pleasure. I circle my tongue around the head of this shaft and take him in my mouth, all the way, his cock touched the back of my throat.
His buttocks rise off the bed, he pulls me up so that my breasts are on his chest. His lips find mine and I meet his urgency with my own. I’m hot. I have to have him.
I slide my right hand down his torso, feeling his muscles, and grab his ass hard, digging my nails in.
His hand is now holding my chin as he focuses on my eyes for a second before he flips me again. He grabs my wrists and holds them over my head as he licks one nipple, and sucks on it and grabs my breasts so hard it hurts, but the hurt gives way to pleasure.
“Ah.” I writhe beneath him, a wanton for his throbbing cock to enter me now but pauses instead.
“Not yet, bluebird.”
He buries his mouth between my breasts and then moves over to suck my underarms which ramps up the anticipation, it’s as if a cord on my orgasm has been opened and is dying to be released. The man is a sexual genius.
He sucks my other underarm and with one hand on my wrists and the other on my buttock, he grabs it and as I moan, he finally enters me, slowly.
He’s driving me insane with passion and I want all of him. I want him now and he teases me, making me wait.
I’m helpless under him, he’s in control.
I want to scream for him to fuck me, but his lips cover mine, stifling my words.
He plunges deeper into my pussy, a pussy that can never have enough of him. He moves faster and faster, pacing me so I don’t climax too soon.
He lets his hand fall away, releasing mine. I cling to him with both hands as I spread my legs for him, and he gains more traction. I grab the headboard with one hand to anchor myself and keep the other on him. His thrusts are so powerful we’re both off the bed when we finally come together.
He falls on his back, catching his breath and my wrists hurt he held them so tight, but I don’t mind.
“Today will be a great day.” He turns on his side to take me in, running a finger down the side of my face as if he’s making a sculpture of me.
I wonder if he will be going on a trip that I don’t know about and inwardly I wonder if I should be concerned.
“Yes, it is.”
I love him but he’s never come close to saying those words, and I don’t know if he’s capable of it.
“We’ve got to get going,” I remind him, “we’re to meet at the restaurant for brunch today.”
“Yeah.” He looks at his watch as he throws back the covers. “We’re running late.”
I wish we had more time together. He's been consumed by work.
“So, what was all that talk last night of murders?”
“Right, shit.” He pulls on his pants. “We have to tell Dante about Gambino.”