I know she wants me but she could still push me away. She could walk out of here. I’d give her the money anyway but I’d miss finding out how soft those lips are. I’m thinking the softest I’ve ever kissed.
She’s looking up at me and I see fear in her eyes but it’s not fear of me. It’s fear of the feelings bubbling up inside her. I’m guessing she’s never felt this intense this quickly about someone before.
I don’t give her a chance to start doubting herself. I kiss her. Let the dice fall. We’ll see how they end up when this is all over.
I haven’t lied to her. I’ve just withheld a few facts from her, that’s all. Like how she’s the key to me taking over the Colombo famiglia. She’s giving me my excuse to kill Alessandro. Get this right and I avoid a turf war while getting everything I dreamed of. An heir. An empire bigger than my father could have dreamed. Best of all, I get to see what this woman tastes like. I can’t wait.
When I kiss her there’s a single moment where I think she might push me away. Her back straightens and her muscles thrum with energy but then it all melts away. She collapses into my arms as my tongue slips into her mouth.
I was right. Her lips were as soft as I thought they would be. She smells good this close, all fresh and clean and innocent. Not the kind of scent that usually gets anywhere near me and for good reason.
I corrupt things. I take good things and I turn them bad. That’s what I am. It’s who I am. Bad news.
Our embrace deepens. I run my hand down her back, loving the curves of her body, the way they feel under my fingers.
Kissing her is different. It’s not like any of the other women I’ve seduced. I get an image of the two of us together, her with a big bump, our baby on the way. We’re happy. Content. Could that be possible? Or is it just a fantasy I’m telling myself so I don’t push her away?
I sweep those thoughts from my head. For now, all I’m going to think about is her pleasure. If nothing else, it’ll distract her from what happened today, from the pain she’s going through.
I’ve buried enough people close to me before. I know grief can do strange things to people. With her, it’s making her crave life. This will help. I’ve fucked after many funerals, a way of giving the finger to the Reaper, warning him you’re not going to give in to him that easily.
I slip the strap of her dress off her right shoulder. She lets out a sigh which deepens into a moan as I move my lips to her neck, grazing her skin lightly. She arches her head to one side. I continue to kiss my way toward her chest, sliding the other strap down.
She staggers slightly as I reveal her bra. It’s lacy, black like her dress, her nipples small ridges in the center of each cup. I run my mouth over them as I keep pushing the dress down toward the floor.
Kissing my way down her stomach, I kneel for long enough to push the dress off. She steps out of it. I look down at her body. Bra, panties, heels. Nothing else. My cock’s instantly hard.
I reach down and free it from my pants, stroking it slowly, watching her eyes widen as she stares, her lips parting slightly.
“On your knees,” I tell her, my voice a growl.
She obeys at once, looking up at me, her hands on her thighs. “Open your mouth,” I tell her.
She does so and I push my cock toward her, watching as her tongue flicks over the tip. I thrust with my hips, filling her throat with my length. I keep hold of her for as long as I dare, loving the feel of wet heat coming from inside her mouth.
Sliding back, I let her take a gasping breath before I push in again, this time holding her hair, keeping her in place. She doesn’t move her body. She remains perfectly still. She is the perfect submissive.
“Up,” I tell her, sliding free, loving the sight of her saliva glistening along my shaft.
She’s barely on her feet before I lift her onto the table, her legs dangling down toward the ground, her chest heaving as she fights to keep her breath under control.
I hook my fingers into her panties, sliding them down her legs, letting them fall to the floor before I shove her legs apart. I don’t take my time. I need to taste her. I kneel, sliding her hips toward me, pushing my tongue straight into her.
She lets out a deep gasping groan, half shock, half pleasure. The taste of her is as sweet as I dreamed. I lap it up, plunging deep into her, exploring her soft folds, staring up at her chest as she continues to gasp for breath.
I want to hear what happens to that breath when she comes. My cock is twitching but I’m not going to fuck her yet. That can wait.
I move my tongue up to her clit, spreading her wide with my fingers, teasing the pink hardening bud while listening to her moans growing more intense.
She’s still obeying my command not to speak. I like that about her. Despite her protestations, the truth is coming out. This is who she is. She just needs to admit it to herself. Everything else will follow from that.
I suck gently on her clit before circling it with my tongue, shifting in place in response to the way she sounds above me. I slide a finger into her, hooking it upward to the soft spot inside, the place I know will always do it for women.
She gasps when I move my tongue faster. I keep going until I feel her pussy starting to contract involuntarily.
“Come for me,” I order her as she pushes her hips down toward me.
She writhes in place as I plunge my finger in and out of her pussy, getting her to the edge of her climax and then helping her to tip over into a pleasure that sends her limbs shaking and gets her pussy gripping and releasing around my finger.