“Care to pour me a drink,” she purrs, making my dick jump and my mind race trying to convince myself one night can’t hurt either of us.
With a hesitance in my posture, I pull the scotch from its hiding spot and pour her a generous amount. With any luck she will get drunk, pass out, and I can carry her back to her room. But I am shocked as I watch while she takes the drink down like a man on death row, a grimace hardly ever crossing her face.
She motions for me to pour another before saying, “I’m well-seasoned. It’ll take more than a couple doubles to make me drunk. So you won’t have to worry about ‘taking advantage’ of me later.” With a wink I stare back at her blankly as the robe gives away and opens slightly across her chest.
Well fuck me. Later? This is entirely not the plan, and heaven help me if I am already not walking a fine line here. Her in that come fuck me robe, and my ass on the line if I let myself touch her.
I’ll be a dead man. A fucking walking target.
But as she sits down on the stool in front of me, spreads her damn legs wide enough for me to see her tempting sex and begins to trail her fingers up her thigh, I decide I’ll gladly let them bury me if it means I got to have her, just at least one fucking time.
Mia
“Do you trust me, Leo?” I ask shyly. He doesn’t respond, and I can’t find the courage inside to look up. “I trust you,” I whisper. “I don’t know why, but I do.” Letting out a sigh, I pick up the glass and take a sip without looking his way. I lied when I said I could drink this stuff easily and not quickly feel the effect. The only reason I could power it down and not cough it right back up before being the nervous way my body responds to him. Calls to him. Wants him and needs him to feel the same way I do. The way I believe he does.
Setting the tumbler back down, I finally meet his stare. His breathing is quick. His eyes fixated on my own and full of something I can’t quite read. “I don’t want to live not knowing…” I whisper, “What it feels like,” my hands open the top of my robe slightly as I drag them down my chest. “To be owned, by you.”
My voice breaks on the last word, emotion getting the better of me as my quivering desire takes over. I worry for only a moment what I might say next, but I don’t have time to speak again before I watch Leo stride around the bar and roughly grab me to my feet. His hands frame my face as he holds me still and his hot breath feathers itself across my face.
My own breath catches as he brushes my hair back over my shoulder.“Devo sapere,”he whispers, and my heart rate quickens hearing him talk to me in Italian before he continues.
“I need to know.”His deep voice translates as he lowers his face and kisses my collar bone gently.“Che devo amarti.”He says as he licks his way up my neck. Coming to my ear he whispers.“I need to feel.”Gently, he grabs my hair and yanks it back so I am staring him deep in the eyes.“Tutti voi,”I get lost in his stare as he licks his lips and stares back at me like I am about to get devoured, and there is nothing I could do to stop it.“All of you!”
Neither of us hold back any longer as we crush our lips against each other’s and take our kiss with a hungry need. He grabs my hips and hoists me up in the air. His hands part my robe and he wastes no time carrying me across the room and laying me against the bed. He pulls back as his eyes roam my body and trail down to my center where he finds me bare. My swollen flesh throbs, needing him more than before, and I can hardly take the pleasure building inside me as he brushes his fingers against my folds, lightly, tenderly, and my hips buck up uncontrollably because I need more. I’ll always need more.
Right now, I need hard and fast. I need to feel him stronger than I have felt any man. I need him to devastate every pleasurable part of my body and ruin it for any man that would ever dare come after him.
As if reading my damn mind, his grip tightens on my waist and he rubs my clit roughly, before spanking it and sending me into heaven. I let out a moan as my head falls back, but he doesn’t stop. In one quick move he tears the robe from my body. Baring all of me for his enjoyment only. I watch as his eyes hood over with desire as they gaze down once again from my chest to my center. I hear him groan as he takes in my glistening core. Wet and needing only him to please it. His mouth lowers to my breast as he takes my hardened nipple in his mouth. I gasp at the sensation as he sucks, licks, teases and nibbles my peak.
Releasing me, he says,“Lascia che ti faccia l’amore.”He runs his finger up my sex before pressing lightly at my opening. Looking up, his eyes lock with mine, as he translates.“Let me make love to you.”
My breath catches. My heart skips a beat.
Make love to me?
I can tell he sees the hesitation and I feel him withdraw his hand from my heat. Time pauses as we stare into each other’s souls. And I know that a connection, a force, something stronger than life itself pulled us together a long time ago and set our path to always cross. Needing to feel complete, needing to feel whole like I never have before, I reach out to him and grab a hold of his arms tightly. But he doesn’t break our stare. He watches my eyes as if he is studying me. Discovering us. And crafting a plan I can only do one thing about. Trust.
Leonardo
She waits. She stills. She needs me to push her over the edge and God if I haven’t dreamed of this very fucking moment more times than she will ever know. I feel her arm tighten around my bicep. I notice her sharp intake of breath as I withdraw my hand from her heat. She thinks I am done. That I am letting her decide. Fuck if she shouldn’t have thought twice about it before now because I am just getting started.
She’s woken the damn beast in me, and I’ll be sure to put her through a beautiful hell before she climbs her way up to the fucking stars.
Dropping my head to her legs, I kiss her skin tenderly and hear her moan above me. I smile against her tender flesh and know there is no way in hell she is about to stop me now and fuck I wouldn’t let her even if she tried. I lick up her thick inner thigh towards her heat and suddenly get drunk on just the smell of her alone. I let out a growl as I spread her legs further apart and my dick throbs needing to be in her wet, willing, heaven-sent pussy that is dripping from her desire right fucking in front of me. Looking up at her, I wait until she locks eyes with me before smiling and blowing gently against her folds. Her body shivers from the sensation and it just turns me on more.
“Scommetto che sappi di paradiso.”I run my tongue further towards her center and wait, blowing on her swollen flesh lightly again, I hear her sharp intake of breath before I translate.“I bet you taste like heaven,Mia.”
Before she can answer, I grab up to her neck and rip the string of pearls from around her throat. The clasp breaks perfectly, leaving the string intact.
“Leo,” I hear her gasp, but she has no clue the kind of pleasure I am about to give her.
“I’ll buy your more,Amore,” I growl right before I lick up her sex and hear her whispers of permission, excitement, desire above me.
“Oh God,” she groans, as I greedily lick up her center once more. Her hands fist my hair as I stroke up her heat again, and again, before sticking my tongue deep inside her walls. With my free hand, I lift the pearls and roll them across her clit. She gasps out from the sensation and tries to pull back as they roll across her sensitive bud, but I hold her in place as I grip her around the waist and continue licking up her delicious, addicting, fucking perfect cunt.
Her hips rise as she grinds against my mouth. She needs more, and hell if I am not about to give her more fucking pleasure than she has ever had before. Taking my other hand, I stick one finger inside her sex and feel her pussy tighten around it. Fuck, she is tighter than I dreamed, which only makes my dick harder and my need to have her almost non containable.
“Leo,” I hear her moan as I pull my fingers back right before I roll the string of pearls inside her dripping wet center.
