by Fiona Murphy
His chuckle drives me mad even as he swipes his lips against mine, once, twice, just a grazing when I want more. Then his tongue teases me at the base of my neck where my heart is pounding frantically. Gently he sucks the tender flesh into his hot mouth as a large, warm hand covers my other breast. Yes, oh yes. The thick pad of his thumb finds the hard nipple as his mouth travels up my neck to my ear before nibbling on the soft flesh. “You certainly taste better than any dream.”
I shiver at his words. This crazy, intense longing, need, desire, lust isn’t just me. He felt it too, it consumed his dreams too, he fought sleep then woke sweating and aching with need the same way I had. Thank fucking god is my last thought before his tongue teases my already tight nipple. Around and around his velvet tongue goes, before oh, yes, yes hot and wet his mouth closes over the tight nub before sucking deep, harder and harder, driving me out of my mind. My body floods, hot, sticky, wet for him. Oh god, now he’s back to teasing, flicking his tongue over me, against me, then yes, hard, suck harder. Oh, teeth no, yes, never mind, don’t stop please. He lets go with a pop that sounds loud in the room, and I moan in agony at the loss of his mouth. Until he moves to my other breast and it starts all over again.
No, I can’t take it. Please, I need you. I need you inside me. My hands are in his hair, trying to stop his exquisite torture, but he’s immovable. His chuckle against my skin is cruel—it’s indicative of evil, taking pleasure in someone’s pain. I groan.
Oh god, I gasp as his mouth lets go of my breast, then I have no breath because he’s stealing it with a savage kiss. His hand is around my neck, holding me in place. “Mine.” The word comes out of him in a growl. Oh god, I’m a freak because it sends another hot rush of heat out of me, there.
There is no hesitation as I nod. “Yours, Cesare. Only you.” I whisper. His eyes glitter obsidian as he releases me, his hand roaming slowly down my body, teasing me, stroking me, owning me.
A finger finds the seam of me, then strokes me through the wet panties. “I love knowing how much you want me. Now I’m going to taste how much you want me.”
Oh, his smile is naughty, and someone has reached inside and squeezed the fuck out of my heart at how that smile changes him completely. How has it been over six weeks since that first day since I laid eyes on him and I never realized he has a dimple in his right cheek? Then his tongue traces where my skin meets the garter belt and the question of his dimple fades.
I try not to think about how efficiently he does away with the garter belt, drawing it off me with a satisfied expression on his gorgeous face. Nothing but this moment matters. I didn’t think black could go any darker, yet his eyes do as he draws the stockings down my thighs. Slowly, so slowly he draws his fingertips over my skin leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. Down and down until the stockings are off. My legs are open wide to him.
I don’t blush as he looks between my legs—no, the expression on his face leaves no room for it. He’s a kid on Christmas morning, a teenager given a car for his birthday, his every dream come true. Now that I see the awe he spoke of, I feel it too. A single finger reaches down, running over the seam of me. Our eyes meet and hold, and what I see there scares me. It’s too much, so like a coward I close my eyes and let my head fall back.
Cesare sighs. It’s loud in the room, almost drowning out the pounding of my heart in my ears. Then his hands are on my hips, molding the skin there before catching the sides of the panties. This time he isn’t quite as slow—they disappear quickly. I’m barely aware of the cool air on my skin before the heat of his mouth is on me.
I’m supposed to be embarrassed and wondering if he doesn’t like the way I look. I’m supposed to be worried about how I’m not bare like most women are. After spending over an hour watching porn today in a desperate need to play catchup on all the things I didn’t know, I noticed I looked nothing like the women in the videos there. For years I only did what was necessary to avoid irritation, so there was definitely room for improvement. However, I couldn’t bring myself to go bare. All that worry, I don’t have a chance to do any of it because my entire being is centered on the lazy roaming of his tongue inside me.
Two thick fingers are holding me open to him; they tease me around my swollen lips as Cesare licks deeper, hungrily. Oh god, I’m so wet, did he say it or was it just me thinking it? I can’t tell, I don’t care. Oh, two more fingers are there, moving now inside me, pressing deeper. Do I stiffen? Cesare whispers words of reassurance as his tongue runs over that hot, swollen heartbeat of me pulsing with need. The fingers move deeper, then they are gone, no, I moan then they move back in deeper in time with Cesare’s tongue moving over my clit. Yes, oh please yes, I’m begging him now. I’m lost in the combined assaults on my body, driving me out of my mind. Then the fingers turn and they find a spot, right there yes, yes, oh my fucking god. I scream, my body can’t contain it and the world goes black.
A thud pulls me from the dark. I fight to take in air at the sight of Cesare standing there in nothing but tight boxer briefs. “I was wondering if I was going to have to wake you.”
The tattoos Dante mentioned what feels like eons ago are bigger and bolder than I thought they would. Despite a thin layer of hair covering his chest, the tattoos are visible. There is a large tattoo of a wolf over the head of a shaman over one side of his chest, and on the other it looks like some kind of Mayan design. On his right bicep is a large raven.
I’m surprised by the tattoos, but I’m stunned at the way his body is a work of art. Seeing all his muscles and the way they ripple beneath his taut, golden dark skin has me squirming at how much the sight of him turns me on. Then he sends my world spinning by pushing down his underwear. Speech is beyond me; I’m shaking my head. That won’t fit, I know I’m big but that’s bigger, much bigger.
His laughter has me blinking. “I’ll fit, cara. I’ll fit so perfectly you’ll know you were made for me.”
I can only watch as he bends down to open the bedside table and takes out a condom. Finally, I find my voice. “I’m protected. If you don’t want to wear a condom.” He goes still, an eyebrow goes up. “I’ve been on the pill continuously for a few years. Problems with my period made it easier.”
For a long minute he looks at the condom before shaking his head. He opens the condom. I can’t take my eyes off the way he rolls the condom on. “I need as much help as possible lasting inside you.”
I blush at his words. He laughs as he comes down on the bed over me. He’s so big, so perfect. I run a hand over his chest; the hair there is silky, soft. In a quick movement both my wrists are captured in a loose, yet firm hold of his left hand. “I told you, cara, I need all the help I can get. You touching me doesn’t help.”
“I want to touch you. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” I moan, as I buck my hips to meet his hard length pressing into my hip.
“Next time.” He whispers against my mouth as he takes control of my mouth and my will. I give up. Where he’s concerned, my will hasn’t been my own since the first moment I saw him. Deep down I’m sure I’ve always known it; it just took some time to trust in it, in him that he won’t take advantage of it, of me. It doesn’t matter that he got me into his home with a threat. It was never about the threat—it was giving us both the out we needed to give in to this, in to each other, in to us.
Soft, gentle kisses, sweet glancing licks, roam down my neck then he captures my breast. Soft gives way to hard, gentle gives way to rough, sweet disappears into dirty and I’m begging for more. His big hand is on my other breast, teasing, tweaking, tugging on the nipple, molding my entire breast roughly. The double assault is relentless. Deeper and harder his mouth sucks until I wonder if it’s possible to come just from his mouth on my breasts. I’m on the edge, so close before I’m yanked away when his mouth moves to my other breast. I want to shout, only I’m lost in what he’s doing to me.
Oh god, I almost come off the bed at the way Cesare slides his cock between the seam of my lower lips
. It’s not enough, more, I’m pleading, trying desperately to free my hands to touch him. My only answer is him sucking harder on my nipple until I want to scream. Back and forth he moves, as I try to widen my legs, moving my hips. With a growl I feel in my chest that oh god sends a rush of liquid heat to the heart of me, Cesare lets go of me then grabs my hips, pushing me up the bed. I’m confused until his mouth is back on me.
This time he’s rougher, his teeth bared as he tugs on my outer lips while his tongue teases me. Then he sucks hard on my inner lips, and I fight not to cry from the pleasure and the pain that blend into a kind of perfection I never believed could exist. My hands are in his hair, urging him on as my hips try desperately to push against his mouth. His tongue teases my clit once, twice before his mouth covers the tight, swollen pleasure center and sucks hard, making me cry as I crash into my orgasm.
I’m still shaking, my body floating in space when the feel of the thick head nudging its way past my swollen lips yanks me back to earth. Opening my eyes, I find Cesare over me. His eyes meet and hold mine; I’m not even aware of reaching out to touch him until I feel the soft hair of his beard beneath my fingertips. He groans as he turns into my touch. Touching him is better than all the dreams of this moment. Slower now, he’s pushing into me. Oh my, he’s big yet he feels damn good, deeper, more, instinct draws my legs further apart and up around his hips. A hiss comes out of Cesare as my body clutches him deep inside. He surges into me in a hard push I welcome with a moan as he finds his home deep inside me. Oh god, I fight to keep breathing, so fucking amazing.
Soft lips brush against mine. “Eyes open, cara, I need to see you.”
Opening my eyes isn’t easy—closed is better to savor this moment, this first feeling of him inside. Only I can’t deny him. I open my eyes. Beautiful, so beautiful and he wants me.
A gentle kiss on my lips then he nods. He starts moving and sends my world spinning. Lies, they were all lies I told myself to remain satisfied with the vibrators because nothing has ever felt so mind-blowing in my entire life. Long, strong strokes out before he surges into me again with almost savage force. My body is screaming for more, harder, more, please deeper. Then he answers my every plea with harder, faster, more, and I’m breaking apart, my entire body breaking into a million pieces, too much too scary. I’m sobbing. My anchor is Cesare’s mouth on mine. I cling to him, everything he promises with his kiss he gives me as my body shatters. He puts me back together, he holds me close, his body is my shelter, my sanctuary.
From far away I feel Cesare move faster, then he’s shouting my name as he reaches his own orgasm. I treasure the sound of my name on his lips, love the way his head rests in the spot between my neck and my shoulder as he struggles for breath. No dream could ever compare to this.
I lose track of time, I think I fall asleep. I’m awake the moment Cesare begins to pull away. “One moment, carina, I need to get rid of the condom.”
With a sigh, I let him go. Only seconds later, he’s back, pulling me into his arms. This wasn’t the way I thought this moment would go. Relief floods me—he wasn’t scrambling to put space between us. There is hope for us. I hold tightly to that thought as I fall asleep with the sound of his heart thumping loud and reassuringly beneath my ear.
15
Cesare
Listening to Alicia’s breathing even out the moment she falls asleep is delicious as her soft, curvy body sinks further into mine. I’m wide awake, not wanting to miss a moment, a part of me still not believing I won’t wake up to find this was a dream all over again. Although I don’t think any dream could ever be as exquisite as the real thing has been. Alicia’s responsiveness was erotic in itself; I loved the way she gave herself up completely to me. The feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me, the way she squeezed me from deep inside...no, this was no dream.
A soft snore comes from her. This isn’t a dream and I couldn’t be happier. I’m actually a little spooked by the pure bliss running through my entire body. I can’t remember the last time I felt this amazing, as if the world was mine, as if no other moment could top this. Maybe the first million, when I knew what I could achieve and it was all up to me how far I could go.
A little shiver goes through Alicia, then she snuggles closer to me. I’m not cold but I pull the covers around us, and her sigh is immediate. Then the little snore is back. I can’t wait to make more discoveries about this woman, to learn all her little habits and quirks. I want to know them all. She’ll share them with me, I have no doubt.
There had been a part of me that was filled with guilt and shame over the threat I made in my office. It didn’t matter that it was empty, that if she had told me to fuck off I wouldn’t have said a word to anyone about the money. I would have let her walk away without another word. I worried our time together would be marred, haunted by the way I got her into my bed.
As I watched her beautiful face, not at all skilled at hiding her thoughts I told myself it was wishful thinking there was a light in those amber eyes I hadn’t seen in weeks when she said yes. That I was projecting my own hunger as her eyes ran over me. Only the moment I saw her in the robe, I knew I hadn’t been wrong. I wanted to go down on my knees in thanks for the way she offered herself to me. It didn’t matter how she was here; all that mattered was that she finally was.
I remember her tears, hating them, knowing they were genuine. I’m still not done with that situation—I’ll find the little bitch who hurt Alicia and her sister and make her pay. Shit, the things you do for family. I hadn’t broken the law to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads, but if it had been the only way then I wouldn’t have even hesitated. I was willing to break my body, my own face without ever counting the cost. How can I fault Alicia for borrowing twenty-five thousand to save her little sister’s ass, her future? Love, it makes you do crazy things you never thought were even an option; things you swore you’d never do are suddenly all on the table if it means keeping the ones you love safe and close.
I’m lost in my thoughts when I feel Alicia shift against me. “I never saw the appeal of tattoos before.” A finger traces along the line of the tattoo along my chest. “You would never guess all of this is under your suits. You look so buttoned up and proper, but this is hiding just below the surface. How many hours do you spend working out? Is there a single ounce of fat on your body?”
I chuckle as her hand roams over my chest and stomach. “I work out for an hour in the morning before my days starts, then depending on how my day went, I might work out for another hour or two in the evening to wind down to sleep.”
She sits up to look down on me. “You call working out for two hours how you wind down?”
Nodding, I slide my hand around her neck to pull her down to me. “Now that you’re here, I can think of a better way to relax.” I whisper before I kiss her.
Her little moans are delicious as she moves against me, rubbing her breasts into my chest. Her nipples taunt me. I move her over me so I can take one into my mouth. “Oh, damn, you do that so fucking well.” As I let her go with a pop, she moans then pulls away. “I want to touch you now. Please.”
A small hand runs over my chest, her hair is a curtain around us. I grab a handful to hold her in place. “You can touch me, but I reserve the right to take over when you push me too far.” I smell her pussy as she sucks in her bottom lip and nods.
Letting her go isn’t easy, but a promise is a promise. I put my hands behind my head to keep from touching her.
Her hands are everywhere, tracing the tattoos, then she starts tasting me, her tongue peeking out between those kiss-swollen lips of hers. And shit, this isn’t going to be easy. Curiosity has her studying a flat male nipple before licking then sucking it. I fight not to laugh at her disappointment over me not reacting. “Am I doing it wrong?”
I allow a smile as I shake my head. “It just doesn’t have the same effect for me.”
“So for guys it really is all about your cock when it comes turning you on?�
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My hand goes around her wrist. “Once we get to sex, it’s what gets us there. But it’s not what turns me on. What makes my cock hard, is the way your eyes glow up at me when you’re happy, your smile you give so freely, the way you sigh a little when you touch me, the curve of where your neck meets your shoulder, the feel of your body against mine. There are many ways to make a man’s cock hard that have nothing to do with touching said cock.”
Her breath is coming out in little gasps as I run my finger up and down her neck. “There’s a lot to learn. Even though I hated you for saying no at the time, I’m glad this isn’t for just one night.”
“There was no way just one night would have been enough with you.” I moan at the way her hand goes around my cock, then strokes up slowly before moving back down. “You do that very well. Be careful.”
Another stroke up, and her thumb plays with the pre-come at the tip of my cock. “I want to taste you like you tasted me. I know I won’t be good at it, but I watched a lot of videos.”
As hard as it is to say, I grit my teeth. “You don’t have to—”
The way she rolls her eyes at me should not make me laugh. “I know I don’t have to, I said I want to. I’m making up for almost six damn weeks of sexual frustration here, Cesare. I am going to reserve the right to not do it again, but then again, is that fair since I would hate if you never did that to me again?”
How very Alicia to think about fairness. “Not a chance, since I love the taste of your pussy. I’m already hungry again for the taste of you.”