by N J Adel
“Of what?”
“Hurting you. Losing you.” His voice became lower at the end. “I thought you’d think of me differently. You’d misinterpret my intentions.” He moaned. “I was scared, Maggie.”
I smoothed a strand of his dark hair. “And now? You’re still scared?”
“To death.”
“Is this why you haven’t kissed me yet?”
His eyes flickered down to my lips as he nodded.
I leaned into him. “Don’t be.”
“But if I kiss you, this is gonna be real. There’s no turning back,” he said, staring at my lips. “Do you understand me, Carolina? You have to be absolutely sure about this. Please be sure about this.”
“What have I just told you? This is the only thing I’m sure about. Do you want this to be real?”
“Yes.” I heard the assertiveness in his voice. “More than anything.”
“Then shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
He leaned toward me, our faces drawing closer, and his lips touched mine with no more hesitation. I closed my eyes and let the outside world fade. The thousand reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this retreated to the back of my head.
As our lips softly moved together, I knew that every heartbreak, every misstep, every tear shed had been worth it for this moment. A strange tingling spread through me as he took my breath away with his kiss. I felt something I’d never had before, not with Kyle, not with anyone. Something deep. Wild. Overpowering.
The one thing that had been missing.
Suddenly, happiness seemed possible.
When I pulled back to take a breath, his eyes were closed. Slowly, he opened them. “Do you know what I want right now?”
“Yeah.” I stared at his swollen lips. “You wanna kiss me again.”
He grinned. “Yes…but then I wanna hold you and never let go.”
I wet my lips. “Do you know what I want right now?” I whispered, willing him to understand.
Puzzled for a second, he gazed at me. Then he swallowed. “Really?”
I nodded.
He blew out a long breath, his eyes narrowing with a wicked gleam. “Right now?”
I chewed my bottom lip on a shy smile. “Yes.”
Getting to his feet, he squared his shoulders, and then he scooped me off the ground.
I stifled a yelp as he started back to the house. “Mike, put me down.”
“Not a chance.”
My hands clasped behind his neck. “C’mon. It’s a long way inside. I’m too heavy.”
“Heavy…? Shut up.”
My giggles broke the night quietness. I watched him as we took the elevator to the top story where his room was. He was watching me, too, with a look in his eyes that said a million things at once, and they were all beautiful. I wondered if he felt the same way as I did lying like this in his arms. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable as I imagined it would be; it was rather familiar in a very good way.
His hand turned the knob, and he pushed the door open with his back. He flipped on the lights and sat me down on the beige and burgundy striped duvet that covered the king-size canopy bed. As he turned to shut the door, I ogled his ass, chewing a fingernail, cursing in my head. My heart throbbed with each of his footsteps echoing back toward me on the mahogany wooden floor.
I stood and met him half-way, steadying my breath, butterflies in my stomach. He must have been nervous, too; there was no one in the house, yet he had to shut the door, and now he was rubbing his forehead, unable to even hold my gaze.
“It’s gonna take me some time to get used to this,” he said.
I relished the details of his mouth. My tongue, reflexively, licked across my lips. “Get used to what?”
“Looking at you for more than seven seconds.”
I dragged my gaze to his eyes, and they were smoldering. “Why seven?”
“’Cause I’ll start looking at your lips, at that tiny dimple that kept me awake at night, then your body, and then this will happen.” His hand fell to my lower back, softly pulling, ushering me toward him.
A gasp flew out of my chest as the firmness down the front of his pants pressed against me in the right spot. Unlike Kyle’s, Mike’s height was perfect for my stature.
With his hand planted on the back of my neck, he pulled me hard into his kiss. I sank into his arms, my knees buckling, my body supported by his grip. I’d just kissed him a few minutes ago, but this was a different experience.
There should be laws against men who could kiss like that.
My lips parted for breath, and he listened, his lips coming immediately after. The second kiss hungrier and more urgent. His hand on my neck yielded, less of a grip and more of a caress, his other hand pinning me to his body.
I grew greedy, my tongue meeting his, and he let me lead. This was so easy, so right. Why the hell had everyone and everything else in our lives told us otherwise? My mouth never craved a man’s lips more, and I knew that every inch of my body felt the same.
My hands slid underneath his shirt… Oh God. His skin was hard and burning, sending jolts of heat and desire down my core. He worked the shirt off him fast, giving me the perfect view. His chest. His abs. The sexy, V-shaped lines where his lower abs met his hips. My nipples grew hard as I gawked at the naked perfection before me. “Fuck. They didn’t draw these on you in the movies. You’re real-life hot.”
Without letting go, he moved forward, pushing me gently toward the edge of the bed. “You’re hotter.”
He kneeled, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he unzipped my first ankle boot and took it off, his stare promising pleasure. He bent and held my toe between his teeth. When he sucked deep and then slowly pulled away, my toe felt a thousand things my pussy desired. He worked off the second boot, and did the same with my other foot, sending more juices between my thighs.
His hands slid up my legs, and my skin broke out in goosebumps. He moved his fingertips slowly, teasingly, from my knees up, pushing the hem of my dress up higher to my hipbone. My legs parted, and he looked. A shivering moan danced out of his mouth as he slipped beneath the soaked lace of my underwear. “Fuck, Carolina. Come sei bagnata.”
“Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been that wet before.”
His thumb found my clit and moved in circles. Then his finger—no, two— dipped down into my wetness and pushed inside me, building a heavy ache between my legs. I pushed into him, wanting more. “Good God, Mike,” I gasped.
“Yes,” he whispered, yanking at my underwear until it was off. I watched his mouth come closer, his eyes fixed on my pussy. He inhaled me and swore, my low groan joining his curse. The look that crossed over his face, the way his eyes closed at the way I smelled made me spread my legs wider.
Then he tasted me. Fuck. I clenched hard. With his tongue now swirling and his fingers thrusting in and out, my breath snagged and then came out shakily, my fists digging in the softness of the bed covers.
I heard the unbuckling of his belt, his expert tongue unleashing a custom-made fire inside me. “Don’t do it now. I’m about to come,” I said between breaths.
“I won’t. Gonna come with you.” His mouth continued fucking me. The combination of his voice saying those words, his fingers, and his tongue almost made me fall to pieces.
“Oh, fuck. I can feel you. Don’t fight it.” He slipped a third finger inside me, his shoulders rocking from jerking off, and I screamed.
“Yes, Maggie, scream for me. Vieni per me.” With this, telling me to come for him, he stretched me to the blissful edge of pain. My head fell back, my hands tangling in his curls as I let out successive sharp moans, climaxing over his hand.
“Cazzo,” he groaned repeatedly, his breath catching, and then gasped my name with the final shudders of his own orgasm.
Grinning, I smoothed my dress down and lowered my gaze to his in a daze. This must have been a dream, coming for Mike, Mike coming for me, whispering my name as he did. This only happened in my forbidden wet dreams, not in re
al life.
But he was here, looking back at me, sweating, panting, his eyes on my mouth for a long moment. “Now that that’s out of the way, we can make love all night.”
Scene 35
Maggie
With Mike still kneeling in front of me, I sat, panting, as his lips traveled from mine down to my chin, my throat, my collarbone. “Do you have to smell this fuckin’ good all the time?” I asked, my sighs loud, my hands fondling his back down to his narrow hips.
“It’s nothing compared to yours. Been driving me insane.” His mouth glided up to my ear. “And now that I smelled your pussy…” He bit my earlobe, and his groan made me shudder.
I bent my head to his shoulder, my mouth kissing, licking, biting, and tasting his skin. Yummy. Even his sweat tasted sweet.
“I wanna see you,” he murmured, his breath tickling the space behind my ear, his hands pulling on the front of my dress. “I’ve been dying to rip this off you all night.”
My throat suddenly was too dry. Would he like me as much when he saw me fully naked? He had to know I wouldn’t—couldn’t—stack up against the models and movie stars he was used to.
He ripped the zipper of the dress with one swift move. I gasped as my breasts bounced out of the leather, and he swallowed, his eyes glazed with arousal. He pushed the dress open, his hand shaking, my whole body exposed.
“You’re so fuckin’…” His face reddened as his gaze leered back and forth along my figure. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes hungry as an animal about to devour me.
He swallowed again as he rose, getting his legs out of his pants and underwear. My eyes glued to the cock before me. Mike Gennaro’s cock. The gorgeous, glistening erection of the Italian Heartthrob. My taboo, too-old-for-me, mother’s friend. My own best friend.
All these years, I never dared glance down there, and Mike—despite his movie choices—never went full frontal. Now, his cock was a couple of inches from my reach, fully erected, for me, ready to please me.
All my insecurities blurred away at that moment as I curled my fingers around him, my free hand gripping his ass. His stomach quivered as he arched into my palm. So fucking warm: soft skin, hardwood beneath.
He leaned in, his hands firm on my breasts, moving in slow circles then squeezing. Shaking, I pushed myself back on the bed, and he poised against me. His mouth suckled on my hard nipples, sending a frisson of need down to my center. As his tongue moved along my breasts, it met my scar. I’d forgotten I even had it, but when he glanced up from it to me, the memory hit me hard. No. Not now. Please.
As if he heard my thoughts, he resumed his kisses along my stomach, his hands lingering on my breasts. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“You don’t have to.” I swept the tip of his cock across my entrance, and he trembled.
Mike Gennaro trembled for me.
“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Gonna go find a condom.”
My hands tightened around his ass, stopping him. “No rubber. I wanna feel you inside me.”
His eyes blazed with lust. “You sure?”
I nodded fast. “Just pull out and come on my tits.”
He growled, throbbing against me. Then he guided his cock to my opening and braced himself. His gaze locked with mine as he pressed down. “I love you.”
Pushing slowly, his lips parted in a silent gasp, his entire body shuddering. I couldn’t stop shaking, too. The way he filled me was incredible. My breath caught, my eyes wide when he drew back and shifted forward, the last three words he said vibrating through me.
We both looked down where we fit into each other. His hands slid from my chest and moved behind my ass, pushing me more into him. “Ti piace cosi?” he asked, tightening his hold.
I stuttered out a “Yes-s. So much.”
He lifted my legs and let my feet rest on his shoulders. My head fell backward as he moved faster. The sound of our bodies colliding drove me nuts.
I gripped his thighs, squeezing the iron-clad muscles, crying out with pleasure as he fucked me. I pressed my lips hard to stop my screams, but he shook his head. “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you.” He bent forward, his thrusts harder and faster.
“God, Mike, your cock is so fucking good,” I mumbled in sweet pain. “Fuck me…harder.”
His strokes were furious now, his groans sexier than anything I’d ever heard before. I wanted him, all of him, all the time. The brush of his hair on my skin. The sound of his voice whimpering my name. His weight on top of me. His pressure on my hips. The unforced dirty words that came out of that mouth. The glistening sweat on those solid muscles. The feeling of his hands cherishing my flesh as he fucked me.
“Can you get there?” he asked. His groans were pleas now.
I felt myself tighten around him, close to another orgasm. No man had been able to do that for me—make me come back to back. “So close,” I replied, bucking into him, eyes rolling closed, teeth piercing my bottom lip.
His thumb reached my clit, pressing in sync with his thrusts. “Faster, Mike. Oh God.” He obeyed, and I screamed, my head buried in his shoulder as I came.
“Madre di Dio.” He pulled out, and I lifted my head, watching him as he arched his back and panted my name over and over, and over and over, his cum hot on my tits.
His back collapsed on the bed next to me. “What the fuck?” He placed my hand on his chest. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
His body was still shuddering as I felt his heart pounding against his ribs. I smiled at him while I tried to catch my own breath. “Yes. ‘What the fuck’ is the right thing to say right now.”
He chuckled as he pushed sweaty hair off his forehead. He looked at me for a moment, then at my chest, then at me again. “This, by the way, is so sexy.” He raised the thumb that had been inside me to his nose, closing his eyes as if in bliss. “And I can’t get enough of this.” He looked at me while he sucked his thumb.
My pussy pulsed as if I hadn’t just come. Twice. “Fuck. Stop.”
He took my bottom lip between his teeth, then my upper lip, his tongue teasing me.
“Seriously, I can’t go again. I can’t feel my legs.”
He laughed against my mouth. “I love you.”
I stared at him, surprised by how fast his words traveled to my pussy, fully waking it. “Fuck. You couldn’t just shut up for five minutes.”
“What did I do now? I only said I loved you.”
“Yeah, with that voice, with that passion. You expect me to hear that and just say I love you, too?”
“Uh…yes.”
“Well, I fuckin’ love you, too, but you just made me wanna hump you, again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
He muffled a laugh. “Damn right I’m not.”
“Don’t laugh.”
He slapped his hand over his mouth, but I could see his shoulders shake from laughing.
“Don’t…don’t even breathe.”
He turned on his stomach, burying his face in the pillow.
“Fuck, Mike. I can see your fucking…perfect…ass. This is… You know what? I’m gonna clean myself, and you just get it up. Third round starts in two minutes.”
He raised his head, still laughing. “Si, signorina.”
Scene 36
Mike
Five times.
Mike smirked as he watched the late afternoon sun cast specks on Maggie’s naked back, last night’s orgy playing on repeat in his mind. She fell asleep around seven, and he dropped right after her. Despite how exhausted he was, he kept waking up every thirty minutes or so, making sure she was still in his arms. As though if he let go of her for a second, she would disappear. After a couple of hours, he gave up on sleep.
The covers slid to beneath her waist, the curves of her hips visible. He draped his arm there, spooning her, growing harder. Every inch of him was sore, and he only slept for a couple of hours, yet his dick was alive and insatiable. Rolling his eyes, he shifted his lower
body from hers so she wouldn’t wake up.
“You trying to fuck me in the ass in my sleep?” she mumbled. “If I say no awake, then it’s also a no sleeping.” She rolled to her side, her eyes closed.
He chuckled, the memory of her fist punching his stomach when he asked if she was into anal coming to his mind. “Mi dispiace. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
She opened her eyes lazily, taking him in. “Oh fuck.”
“Oh fuck?” That was not what he anticipated to hear from her the first time she woke up next to him. Did she regret last night? Oh fuck.
“I so hate you right now. Who looks like that when they wake up? Not me, for sure. I need a hose to even look okay, and you’re so fucking…gorgeous.”
He laughed, a wave of relief washing over him. “You don’t need…anything. And I’m sure I look hideous when I wake up, but I…uh…I’ve been up for a while.”
Her eyes narrowed, almost closing again. “Did you spend the whole day watching me sleep like the Aerosmith song?”
His finger swirled in her hair. “Not the whole day.”
“You’re a creep.” Her elbow rested on the pillow, her head supported by her hand, her breasts perking up as she made herself comfortable. He stared, taking a mental picture of this moment. This, right here, was what he wanted to wake up to for the rest of his life.
“Stop looking at me like this,” she said.
“Like what? Like you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”
“No. That’s only a part of it. You look at me like I’m the most beautiful everything in the world.”
How did she see into him this clearly? And how could she sum it all and put it in one sentence? “True. To me, you are the world.”
She blushed and chuckled. Then she glanced down, her fingers caressing the little hairs on his chest. “Speaking of the world, have you…” She nodded toward his cellphone on the nightstand.
Drawing close, he massaged her tits, his leg pushing between hers, his cock poking her. She didn’t stop him, but she didn’t move with him either.