She studies my ecstasy in her essence, and her face flushes with lust.
I examine her pouty lips, wanting to kiss them so bad it fucking hurts having to hold back.
She licks them, and the sight of her wet tongue, then the wetness glistening on her lips, damn near sends me over the edge.
My eyes bore into hers, and she stares bravely, boldly back.
I step even closer, crowding her space, towering over her.As I lean down, testing the waters, ready to crush her lips with an all-consuming kiss, she inhales my breath, and I swear, she nearly swoons.
My cock begs me to unleash him, but instead, I stick my nose in the nape of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, then blow a thin line of breath in her ear.
A low throaty moan escapes her, then she turns her face away, biting her bottom lip, and I realize she would flee if she could, but only because she wants to be fucked so bad right now.
"Look at me," I command her.
She lifts her face, then looks me in the eye.
A smile eases across my features, and my heart relaxes.She is mine!
I begin whispering, and she studies my lips, forming my Italian words."Giorno e notte sogno solo di te.”
Her eyes flash wildness, and the intensity of my lust for her reaches an all-time high, but I capture them and control them, knowing that to tame her, I cannot claim her now.Not with a wild, reckless fuck.
I stare into her eyes.Wild Thang, we want the same thing!
Then the elevator dings, shattering the silence and bounces to a stop.
I literally growl my displeasure at being interrupted, but I release her and roll away to the side.
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Siri
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"Oh…."We hear a surprised voice.
Moore drops his arms, then turns to stand next to me, politely facing front.We both stare straight ahead, struggling to remain calm.
I'm breathing in short, excited pants.
He's taking deep, long, even breaths.
A middle-aged man has entered, but his wife has not.She takes one look at me gulping air, finally able to breathe, then looks at Moore.Her eyes fall to his groin, and she reaches out for her husband's arm.
She tells us, "Go ahead.We will wait for the next one."She tells her husband as she pulls him back out."Herb, come here.Come back out."
The man grunts at us and tries to pull his arm away from his wife, but she wins, and he retreats.
When the doors shut, I'm in control again, and I know Mr.Moore is too.
But when the elevator starts down, I wait, wanting him to resume his seduction.He doesn't.He stands firm beside me.
When he speaks, he flirts."I guess you are going out tonight?"
In a flirty tone full of sweet sassiness, I ask him."How could you tell?"
